Page 60 of Without You

“Is this part of your evil plan to get me to like you?”

“I thought you already liked me,” he mutters, his lips already latching on to my neck.

“Hmm,” I hum, stretching out underneath him, giving him full access.

He pays close attention to what I like. The spot below my ear that makes me squirm and moan when his lips are touching it. My collarbone, that I didn’t even know was an erogenous zone of mine until he ran his tongue across it after pushing aside my t-shirt. Our fingers link together above our heads, pressed into the mattress and I lift my head, silently demanding that he give me his mouth again.

I moan when his tongue touches mine and I wrap my legs around his thighs, squeezing tightly. He releases one of my hands to grip the back of my thigh, holding it in place as he grinds his strong, powerful body into mine.

Our mouths are fused and bodies tangled together and it feels so good, I don’t want it to end. His fingers tighten their hold on my leg and I’ve never been so glad that I favor leggings over jeans because I can feel so much more.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice so deep and husky it sends a tingle down my spine.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s definitely okay,” I manage to squeak out, using my free hand to wrap around the back of his head to hold him close.

He leans up so he can look at me and grins at my eagerness.

“Just kiss me,” I growl and he barely has time to respond with his, “Yes, ma’am,” before our lips are once again connected.

His lips are warm and perfect and I swear I’ve never felt this way when kissing someone in my entire life. It’s never felt this good. Desperation claws at me, not wanting this to end, even as it’s happening.

If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be a little embarrassed at the amount of whimpering and clawing at him I’m doing, but I can’t bring myself to care. It feels too good and too right. Every time I’m near him, some switch flips inside me and I just want to sigh and stare at him. I’ve never had this kind of connection with another person before and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

And… I feel like a weirdo even thinking that. Next thing I know, I’ll be swooning right in front of him, giggling, and dropping a hankie for him to retrieve for me like in the movie Pride and Prejudice.

Somewhere between the time that I told him I liked him and now, a flip was switched and gone are the hesitant words and actions. Now we’re both all in. Completely and totally gung ho, so to speak. We grind against each other and fight for dominance with our tongues. I buck at him and he smiles against my mouth, allowing us to roll over so I’m on top.

Before I’m able to get started, he knifes up and removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. And then I’m blessed with a vision that I’ll never forget.

On the eighth day, God chiseled out Brody Redding’s abs and then he rested.

He’s nothing short of perfection. He’s not too lean but he’s built and strong and clearly takes excellent care of his body.

Even on his back staring up at me — scratch that — especially on his back staring up at me, he’s sexier than should be legal. The stubble that’s perfectly groomed on his face makes me excited over the thought of him kissing more than my mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

“That’s my line,” he counters.

And that’s all the on top time I get because he flips us once more and I’m on my back and he’s kissing me, lifting my shirt and nuzzling his face into my stomach. I squirm beneath him, my legs kicking and my center wanting to find some friction. I need more. I need…

A shrill beep alerts, causing us to jerk apart.

“What the fuck is that noise?” he asks, grumpily, obviously irritated at getting interrupted.

“Is that a smoke alarm?”

“Can’t be!” he hollers, standing up from the bed and covering his ears. The sound is only getting louder and louder, though, I agree that it doesn’t sound like a smoke alarm. It’s not just an annoying beep, it’s a different sound but I’m too caught up in what we were doing earlier to make heads or tails of what the noise could be.

As quickly as it starts, it stops.

Only to start again a few seconds later.

It’s then I realize it’s my phone and the noise is a weather alert. I grab my phone and see the alert telling us to seek shelter from a terrible thunderstorm brewing and heading in our direction.

“A thunderstorm? They alarmed us for rain?” Brody grumbles.

But the wind is howling outside and I wonder if there’s potential for more than just a thunderstorm. “I think we need to move to your house, B. It could get ugly,” I say, looking at the radar on my phone and seeing a big red blob moving in our direction.

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