Page 48 of Forbidden Desires

“I will,” she calls back. And I know she won’t. She’s looking for something he can’t offer her.

He moves in a little closer than I’m comfortable with. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior on the weekend and ask for a re-do, show you I can be a gentleman,” he says smoothly, his eyes eating me up.

I laugh lightheartedly. “I’m sure you can. Your behavior was just fine. I was the one who drank too much.”

He looks me over, his expression more serious. “Elliot was right, I should have been monitoring you. I was too busy lost in your eyes to pay attention to how much you were drinking.”

I blush. He’s being so nice. I feel bad I have to turn him down, but he’s just not Brody. And that line was kind of cheesy. I glance toward Brody’s office window, wondering if he’s in there. I haven’t seen him yet today, but he’s always lurking around, waiting to pull me into a supply closet or empty hotel room.

“You didn’t come down here today just to see me, did you?” I ask, looking over his attire—jeans and a black T-shirt with a tool belt at his waist.

“Not that I wouldn’t, but no, I’m working on the construction site today. Parker wants this job done quickly so the hotel can be back up and running at full capacity real fast. I’ll be here for a few months probably.”

I remember him mentioning he was a builder. Makes sense that he’s contracting for Parker. This town really is very interconnected. And it leaves us in for an awkward conversation every time I bump into him. “The work looks great so far, I’m impressed with Parker’s vision,” I offer, not sure what else to say.

“I’m not here to talk about Parker, or the hotel,” he says, sounding a little annoyed. Then he takes a step closer, his eyes sweeping over me with an intensity I’m not quite sure how to handle. He’s a really nice guy, he’s just notmyguy. “So how about it, Gisele, do I get my re-do, a chance to show you who I really am? This time just the two of us. Maybe out at my ranch, I could make you breakfast the next morning. I make killer pancakes.” He raises a brow, the heat in his eyes intensifying.

I swallow hard and place a hand on his chest, trying to get a little space between us. Pancakes the next morning. Geez, he’s not reading the room at all. “Look, Mason, I had a nice time Saturday, it was fun. But I’m just…”

I’m interrupted by a booming voice filled with a dark edge. “Miss Kelley, can I see you for a moment in the chapel?” I glance over Mason’s shoulder to see Brody coming toward us like a raging bull. He’s pissed. Really pissed. Where did he come from? Goosebumps run up my arms. His timing is terrible.

Mason takes a step back, his confidence faltering.

“Mason,” Brody grumbles out his name. “I think Parker is looking for you upstairs.” His eyes bore through Mason, and I feel bad for the guy. Brody is clearly overreacting and making it way too obvious that he’s calling me into the chapel for a matter unrelated to work. I might as well have an enormousProperty of Brodysign tattooed on my forehead.

“Better get back to work,” Mason says in a rush.

“I’ll see you around,” I say, trying to soften the blow.

Brody’s attention comes to me, and his eyes say it all. I move toward the chapel. What’s his problem? We were just talking. I know he said he gets jealous, but this is overkill. And now I’m going to have to explain this awkward situation to Mason next time I bump into him around the hotel. Which is bound to happen now that he’s working here.

Brody slams the door closed behind then flicks the lock, stalking over to me. “I thought I told you on Sunday you're mine.”

I back up to the wall; he looks like he’s about to completely lose control. “He was just apologizing for Saturday night,” I stutter out, not sure how to handle this overbearing side of him.

He places his hands around my waist, holding me tight. “He needs to stay the hell away from you, Gisele,” he growls, his voice low and menacing.

My hands run up his arms and settle in his hair. “I’m not interested in Mason, Brody, only you, there’s no need to be all possessive,” I say softly, trying to calm the beast within. Can’t he see I’m crazy about him?

His eyes focus on mine. They're haunted, so haunted. Realization dawns on me after everything he admitted to me on the weekend. I get him, he has real trust issues after what his father did to his mother. I can see the turmoil, the hurt, the lack of trust, and why would he trust when he’s seen how badly his father messed up his mother, but he needs to know I could never do that to him. “Brody, I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m all yours.”

He lifts me by my waist and moves in between my legs, his breathing ragged like he’s trying to control himself but he doesn’t know how. “Brody,” I whisper, trying to break him out of whatever turmoil he’s in.

He smashes his mouth into mine, kissing me possessively, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I kiss him back. It’s hurried and desperate and so good. His large hands roam over my body, squeezing my breast through the fabric of my shirt. My nipples go hard, turned on by his rough handling. He kisses down my neck, his stubble scratching my skin as he moves quickly, biting and nipping at me. His other hand shoves the fabric of my skirt up to my waist. I kiss his neck, getting carried away with him. I want him to know I’m his and I understand why he’s like this.

He shoves his hand inside my panties, pushing two digits inside of me. I gasp out loud at his desperation to get to me. He pumps me, stretching me, his wicked fingers doing things to my insides I’ve never felt before. I pant and beg for more, his thick fingers working me into a frenzy.

My body trembles in his grasp, needing more. “Show me I’m yours,” I purr, knowing he needs to feel this. He needs clarity that I’m right here with him, just as obsessed with him as he is with me. And I am. I would never do anything to hurt him. I’m his.

He growls out something, then unzips his pants, pulling his cock free. He rips my panties from my body and impales mein one quick move. I cry out, wincing as I try to adjust to his massive cock now throbbing inside of me, but he doesn’t give me a second to. He’s moving quickly. Thrusting over and over again, taking out his frustration and hurt. This Brody is fucking hot. And I’m not sure what that says about me, but I’m here for it.

“That’s it, show me. I’m yours and you’re mine,” I whisper into the side of his neck as I hang on to him. Kissing him, encouraging him, being whatever he needs me to be.

“You’re fucking mine, Gisele. No other man will ever get his hands on you.” He moves a hand to my clit, applying just enough pressure as he slides his fingers over the sensitive nub that it makes me feel crazy. My pussy pulses with the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he demands, his voice dark with possessiveness.

I cry out into the silence of the chapel, my moans of pleasure vibrating off the empty space.

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