He didn't know if it was enough to make her weak in the knees with his lips on hers or his tongue in the heat of her mouth, but he did know how he could prove this... to both of them.
Brody lowered his hand, skirting around her hip and delving between her legs.
Her knees bowed and he leaned in, holding her against the wall beside his door.
He wanted in, but he wanted her to see how it could be with him.
"Rhea?"
He murmured the question against her lips and felt her hips press closer to him. "Show me," she opened her mouth, inviting him in.
And he went.
Tongue and heat.
God, she felt like heaven.
Her breasts, pressed against his chest? Her eyes flickering open and closed. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him more.
His hand reached down, turning her back toward the corner to hide her from the world.
There was little to no chance that anyone would walk by. Less that they'd see her, but he wasn't taking chances.
His fingers walked up her skirt, bunching up the light and airy fabric into his palm.
Rhea fed on his mouth and what she did to him? Feeding his hunger for her with the way she opened up to him.
And then he felt it.
Her bare skin.
His fingertips.
Holy shit.
And the way her thighs parted as he lifted his fingers toward her heat?
He wanted to bury himself there.
Sink his dick inside this woman who he loved.
Fucking love at their first road-side call!
"Let me in, Rhea. Let me feel you around me."
She didn't answer him in words. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and when he slipped his hand under her thigh, she lifted it up and wrapped it around his thigh.
"So sweet, Rhea. Let me show you."
And he didn't waste any more time.
His hand smoothed over her inner thigh, rising until he felt the soft sweep of cotton against the length of his fingers, Cotton. Wet cotton.
The way her lips parted as his fingers found the elastic edge of her panties.
"Brody..."
His eyes squeezed shut as she moaned his name and as he pulled the elastic edge away from her thigh, his finger slipped into the slick of her pussy.