Since closing the case he had been working on for years, he was literally living out of a suitcase. The thought of him spending so much time alone in hotel room after hotel room and keeping all his possessions in the bed of his truck hurt me. I knew the reasons he pushed away his family, but now that the case was over, why didn’t he go see them? Surely his mother would open up her home to him.
Of course, judging from the way he expected me to act after I watched him force Snake’s location out of that man, he seemed to think he didn’t deserve to be welcomed by his family.
“Come on,” I said, leading the way up the staircase and down to the end of the hall where I pushed open a white door and stepped into my room. It was spacious, with a queen-sized bed taking up the center of the room. The headboard was tufted cream fabric that reached nearly to the ceiling, and all the bedding was monochromatic in shades of white. At the foot of the bed there was a long, velvet-covered bench in an apple-green color. The floors were carpeted with a light neutral shade, and I kicked off my one remaining shoe and let my toes sink into the plush softness. The far wall had three large windows side by side, with white wooden blinds, which were still closed, and cream-colored drapes with large apple-green polka dots covering the fabric. I thought it added a touch of whimsy into an otherwise elegant and calming room.
Aside from the bed, there was a tall console table that held a few picture frames and a vase of white flowers. Above it hung a flat-screen TV. Off to the left was the entrance for the attached bath, which was also done up in very light neutral shades.
“Nice,” Brody said, closing the door behind him and setting his duffle on the bench at the end of the bed.
“It’s bigger than my room at my apartment.” I smiled. I laid the sling on the end of the bed so I could put it on later, once I was dry.
“You can change out here. My clothes are in the closet just off the bathroom.”
He fastened his gaze on me and prowled across the room, abandoning his bag, intent on his prey.
His prey = me.
“You need some help?” he asked, stopping in front of me and fingering the buttons holding my shirt together.
I nodded, unable to actually form a word.
Slowly, his large hands undid each small button, one by one. With every one he freed, my shirt opened just a little bit more. When he got to the buttons at my waist, he allowed his knuckles to brush against my abdominals, and I sucked in a breath.
Once all the buttons were free, he took both his hands and slid them into the neck of the button-up, slipping easily right beneath the collar. He drew his hands over my shoulders and down to the center of my back, gently pulling away the shirt, gradually exposing more and more of my skin.
My injured arm wasn’t in the sleeve of my shirt. I hadn’t bothered to fit it back in after changing my bandages. So that side completely fell away, and the shirt was left to dangle behind me, just beneath my shoulder. Brody dragged his hands down the back of my arms (avoiding my injury) and tossed the shirt onto the floor.
My nipples were so tight beneath my bra they actually hurt, and even though I was wearing a semi-padded undergarment, my nipples showed through like the sun on a cloudless day.
Brody bent his head, his lips fastened on the top of my shoulder, and he trailed moist kisses from the inside of my neck all the way out and down the top of my arm. I swayed slightly because his touch was so incredible.
“Your skin is cold,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my flesh when he spoke.
I didn’t feel cold. I felt the farthest thing from it. Not being able to take another second of not touching him, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and marveled at the hardness of his body compared to mine. It was like he was carved out of stone and I was filled up inside with cotton.
I let my fingers trace over some of the designs displayed on his arm and then traveled down until the tips of my fingers brushed over the inside of his palm. Brody’s hand spasmed and closed around mine, and he adjusted his hold so our fingers were linked together.
“Come on,” he murmured, towing me along behind him.
Inside the bathroom, he bent down and closed the drain to the large garden tub and then turned on the faucets.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You said you wanted to clean up.”
“What about you?” I asked, thinking he meant to leave me in here alone while he went to change.
“Oh, I’m very dirty too.”
A little thrill shot through me and ended right in my core. Moisture began to pool between my thighs as my body started to ache for him.
“What about this?” I asked, skimming fingers along the edge of the bandage at his side.
“We’ll just have to keep the water level low,” he murmured, stepping close and wrapping his arm around my bare waist. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get good and wet.”
My insides trembled because I knew he wasn’t talking about the water, and I liked it. As warm water filled the bottom of the tub, Brody’s fingers found the hooks at the back of my bra and deftly undid the clasp. Because the fabric was still wet, it stuck to my skin instead of instantly falling away.
The tips of his fingers started at the center of my back and dragged around, over my ribcage, and delved under the edges of the material. I shuddered when he brushed against the underside of my breast and worked his way up to peel away the damp fabric and bare my chest completely.
The sound of a breath expelling from deep within him excited me, making me feel like what he saw pleased him, and yes, I definitely wanted to please him.
Using both his hands, he cupped my naked breasts, weighing them in his palms and tweaking the rock-hard nipples that puckered in the center.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He had yet to really touch me, and already I was so worked up I could barely stand still.
“I love your shape,” he murmured, letting his hands float down the sides of my waist and then hook into the waistband of my leggings.
“You’re the perfect mix of curves and flesh. This part, right here,” he whispered, grabbing the area just above my hips, “is a perfect fit for my hands. It’s exactly where I plan to hold you when you sink your heat down over my cock and ride me ‘til you scream.”
The picture that painted caused the inner muscles deep in my vagina to spasm with desperation. Just the thought of him filling me up inside and allowing me to have the control of moving over him was enough to get me to orgasm right here in front of him.
I shivered when he peeled away my leggings and panties, and I swooned when he bent down at my feet to work the damp clothes over my ankles, then tossed them aside. Instead of standing up immediately, Brody wrapped his hands around my ankles and slid upward, touching every last inch of my legs, pausing at the sensitive flesh behind my knees, giving it an extra stroke. I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling. I was like a newborn calf, standing there naked before him, wobbly and unsteady.
Brody kept sliding upward around to the front of my thighs, traveling to the sensitive, secret area where my body met my legs.
“A natural redhead,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in the sort, groomed curls at the apex of my hips. He dipped his thumb, sliding into the slit of my body and making brief contact with the swollen, throbbing knob buried beneath the folds.
I reached out and grabbed the wall, no longer able to stand fully upright.
I heard his pleased chuckle, and he abandoned my body to stand up and draw me into the circle of his arms. “I’ll support you,” he murmured, lowering his head and taking my lips.
He coaxed my mouth open with deep, even kisses and then swept that devilish tongue right inside my mouth, twisting around my tongue and making me melt against his bare chest.
We were skin to skin, body to body. The cold button at the waistband of his jeans dug into my lower abdomen, and I pushed against it, my body desperate for some kind of pressure.
In that moment I wished I
was taller because the hard length of him straining against his jeans was exactly what I wanted to feel at my core, but it was too high for me to rub against. I made a frustrated sound into his mouth and the kiss broke with his wide smile.
He pulled away and placed his hands beneath my arms, lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather, and set me down into the tub, which was filling with deliciously warm water. I sank down into the silky heat and sighed.
Brody turned off the faucet before the water level could get too high and then he popped the button on his jeans. I watched with heavy limbs as he pulled off the pants and boxer briefs he wore.
His penis was thick and jutted out from beneath a neat nest of short, dark curls, pointing at me like it knew exactly who it belonged to.
I had the perfect view of his entire package as he stood beside the tub, staring down at me as warm water lapped at my skin. His balls were full and heavy, the skin much more delicate looking than the taut casing covering his unbending length.
Without hesitation, I reached up and cupped them in my palm, rolling them around in my fingers and caressing the underside with delicate, light strokes. Brody shuddered and his body jerked. I smiled and dragged my nails down the inside of his thigh.
A low growl filled the air, and I scooted back so there was plenty of room for him to join me.
The water level rose considerably when he lowered his bulky, cut, tattooed form down beside me. Water splashed up his sides and teased the bottom edges of the bandage covering his wound.
“There’s too much water.” I worried, reaching behind me for the stopper, to drain out some of the water.
“Leave it,” he commanded, grabbing my hand and bringing it back around.
“But—”
He shook his head, cutting off my words, and pulled me closer. My bare bottom slid over the smooth floor of the tub and my body came right up against him. His legs were spread so I fit between them, and when I was close enough, he wrapped his calves around my back, caging me in so I was totally surrounded by him.
Brody slid the bands out of the ends of my completely ruined braids and tossed them over the edge. Slowly, he worked his fingers through the tangles in my hair until the length of it trailed down my back and the ends fell into the water.
“Lean back,” he instructed, and it took a moment for me to maneuver because he didn’t move his legs. So I draped my body over him, thrusting my chest up into the sky as my head and shoulders fell back and my hair soaked up the warm water.
I felt him reach forward, bending over me as he worked the water into the entire length of my hair. My eyes slid closed because his touch felt so wonderful.
His mouth closed over one of my bared breasts, and his chest came into contact with my core. My body jerked because my legs were spread around him, and the most sensitive spot on my entire body rubbed against him, making me moan.
Brody drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly, while holding the mound of flesh securely in place. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against his chest. The friction between my body and his was absolutely luscious.
Before I could get too out of control with my movements, he sat back and lifted me up with him. I watched with heavy eyes as he moved the thick, wet mass over one side of my shoulder and away from the bandage I somehow managed to keep dry. He dumped some shampoo in his palm and then worked it into my hair, massaging my scalp and making me purr.
The suds dripped down over my shoulder and ran down my body. Just the very light sensation of the bubbles made my body tighten with even more need.
When he was done washing, he tilted me back once more so he could rinse out all the soap. He watched as I wrung out the moisture, letting it fall into the water, and then twisted it into a topknot and tucked the ends under to keep the heavy weight of it from dripping on my bandage.
Nearby was a bar of soap and I picked it up, dipping it into the water and lathering up my hands. Still sitting between his spread thighs, I smoothed the soap over his chest and shoulders. I washed him carefully, trying to avoid his bandage but realizing it was already wet. I couldn’t bring myself to worry because there was no room in my body for those kinds of thoughts right now. I was so stuffed with desire and yearning that I could barely breathe, let alone think.
My hand slid lower, over the cut ridges of his abdominals and across the narrow side of his waist. When my hand met the top of his manhood, I raised my eyes, almost as if asking for permission to go farther.
In response, his eyes slid shut and his hips tilted upward. I took my slick hand and ran down to the base of his penis. I squeezed gently around the base, marveling at the thickness and strength of his erection. I shivered lightly when I imagined what it would feel like to have something so stiff in the center of my body.
Using one hand, I began to stroke him with slow up and down movements as my other hand found the underside of his sack, which was now tight and closer to his body.
I worked them simultaneously, trying to give him as much pleasure as I knew how.
God, he was so beautiful. His body was wide and smooth, his waist tapered into slim hips, and that V between his hips and scrotum was pretty much the sexiest indent I had ever seen. The tattoos that covered his body were mostly black and abstract designs, and they stretched over the firmness of his muscles, making his entire body look like the perfect canvas for such art.
Even though he wasn’t touching me, even though his fingers didn’t tease my core, I felt my body urging higher and higher, like an orgasm was near. Just looking at him, just letting my hands roam over him, was enough to bring me to the peak of pleasure.
His hand came down to still mine, and he lifted his head and stared at me with a drunk look across his features. “My turn,” he murmured, his voice sounding like he ate a bucket of gravel.
The next thing I knew, he was sliding his soapy hands over every single inch of my body. He paid more attention to some areas than others, but I wasn’t about to complain.
The desire and need he withdrew from me was so thick that it coated the insides of my thighs so fully that not even the water in the bath could wash it away.
When he was satisfied I was clean, he drew me close, spinning me in the circle of his body and draping my back against his chest. With the back of my head pillowed on his shoulder, both his arms snaked around to my front and delved down below the water and into my folds.
Unabashedly, I spread my legs, propping my feet up on either side of the tub. I was too far gone for modesty. I was too far gone to act like this wasn’t practically heaven on Earth.
Every time he touched the ultra-sensitive, ultra-swollen and wet clit, my body jerked. I couldn’t control it. It was like he found a secret button that caused my body to act involuntarily to his will.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
God, yes, I did.
But I also liked the sweet torture of that bliss being just out of reach.
“You can come now, Taylor,” he murmured. “Because when you’re done, I will just make you come again.”
I moaned as two of his fingers slid deep inside me and his thumb started rubbing against my clit.
My body arched up and away from his as I momentarily went deaf and blind. I felt myself moaning and calling out his name, but I didn’t hear. I didn’t see the light-colored walls or any of my surroundings.
All I could do was ride the wave of pleasure that completely took over my body.
It went on and on and on. Just when I thought I was going to stop falling, he would move his fingers again and a renewed wave of bliss would shake my body.
Finally, my body seemed to come back to life and I collapsed against him in a trembling heap. Brody tried to withdrawal his fingers, but I squeezed my thighs closed. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me yet. I wasn’t ready for my insides to be empty.
I lay there trying to catch my breath as he chuckled and pressed a soft kiss against the side of my temple.
I reached for him, but he stood abruptly, pulling a white towel off the nearby rack and crudely drying off before wrapping it around his waist. I gave him a hard, unhappy glare, and he smiled a slow, wolfishly charming smile.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said. “But I want you beneath me.”
I climbed out of the tub with wobbly knees as he wrapped a towel around me. He pulled me close and kissed me, wrapping himself around me and walking until we were in the bedroom and the backs of my legs came up against the mattress.
With quick movements, he flung the blankets on the bed back and tossed both our towels on the floor, pushing me down on the bed.
I draped my naked body across the width of the bed, spreading my legs and inviting him in. I’d never in my entire life wanted someone so badly as I did right then.
He prowled onto the mattress, climbing over me and staring down with eyes so dark they looked like the midnight sky. I felt the tip of him push against my entrance and I sighed with anticipation. I bent my knees and tilted my pelvis up to meet him as he surged into me with one long, hard stroke.
I gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on either side of my hips. Holy crap, he was large. He filled me to capacity and I felt my body stretch out and mold around him, my slick heat coating his bare cock so he could move with ease.
I heard him swallow. His desire was so thick I heard it scrape down his throat. I lifted my eyes so I could look at him, and he stilled. He didn’t start to pump into me. He didn’t spear me over and over again with his unyielding thickness.
He gazed down at me tenderly, like he could care less about achieving an orgasm. His eyes swept over my features with a small amount of wonderment. His hand came up to brush away a few stray strand of hair from my face, and he smiled. My heart literally did a somersault right beneath my ribs.
His lips brushed mine, once, twice, and then a third time. His tender kisses were the complete opposite of his throbbing cock trying to remain still deep within my body.
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