One fingertip and then another. He felt his whole world narrow to the woman pressed against him.
She tipped her head back as he felt a finger slip inside of her to his knuckle.
Her eyes opened and he caught her gaze with his.
He swept his finger between her folds again, deeper, and then again deeper still.
She clung to him, her mouth searching for his, her body pulling him in.
He was losing his cool, plunging into her heat and there they were, propped up against the wall beside his front door.
"More," her voice caught in her throat, and he chased it with his tongue.
Like this?He asked her silently.More, like this?
And she met his hand with her hips, giving him her weight and he felt her body pull on his, harder. Seeking more.
He gave her his need, bringing her higher with his fingers wishing he could have thought to take her panties off of her, but she didn't seem to care.
Rhea was wrapped so tight around him, he felt the moment she took flight.
He knew he'd be hard as a pole until later when he was alone, but that kind of pain? He'd take it and love it as long as she let him love her.
Make her come. Make her grip him so tight, he was sure he saw stars.
"Brody, my god..."
He kissed her then. All over her face. Nose. Forehead. Cheeks. And finally her lips.
"I need to walk you back."
He hated bringing her back to the reality of the world around them.
If he could have kept her to himself for a few more minutes he would have but Chip was with his family. Missus Hardy, too. He wouldn't let her have any guilt over what they'd done.
What he'd done to her.
He slowly drew his fingers from her sex, dying to taste her, but he didn't want her embarrassed by what they'd shared.
He took her hand with his other and walked her down the steps so they could move around the triplex and head back across the green.
He needed her to trust him to keep her safe. Because she was already his in her heart. Since the moment they'd met, working together, he'd been stuck on her. Breathing her. He couldn't wait to get even closer to her and hope that she'd come to need him as much as he needed her.
CHAPTER13
After that Sundaydinner with the Armstrongs, quite a few things changed.
Mainly for Rhea.
She couldn't deny the strength of her feelings for Brody, but she wasn't about to admit it to anyone.
Brody knew. He seemed to know just how to tempt her.
But he kept things... professional.
On the job.
At least in public.