Page 90 of Falling for Brody

Brody was a man of action.

And suddenly her towel was gone.

Rhea gasped in a breath.

It had been forever since she'd been naked in front of a man.

The last time had been her husband.

She pushed that thought out of her head in the next moment...

Actually, it was Brody.

Brody did it, because he put his hands on her.

And then his mouth as he moved her to the bed.

She tumbled backward, her hands reaching for him and he went with her.

She was under no misconception that he did it willingly.

Rhea knew that if he hadn't wanted to, he wouldn't be there.

"Fuck, Rhea." His hands moved down her sides and back up again until they cupped her breasts. "You're fucking beautiful."

She winced at his words and tried to push his hands away. "I have stretch marks."

He sat up a little, looking into her eyes.

He didn't look uncomfortable in the least or upset.

He looked... interested.

"Oh yeah?" He got up on his knees, one on the outside of her thigh, the other between her legs. "Let's see."

"Oh my god, Brody, stop!"

He used his thumbs to sweep across her nipples.

As hard as they were, his touch made her shiver, sending those tickling feelings down to her pussy.

With his hands still on her breasts, he inspected each one, his lips kissing every time he spotted something. Over and over, he worshiped everything he found and instead of feeling mortified at the number of kisses he gave her, she found herself squirming.

"And a beauty spot," he looked up at her as he lowered his face down and the tip of his tongue flicked across the curve of her breast.

It wasn't possible, she told herself, her nipples couldn't get any tighter. They were already so tight, she was dying from the touch of the air conditioning in the room.

And then he proved her wrong.

Brody closed his mouth over one of her nipples and she arched off the bed, her pussy coming in contact with his muscular thigh.

"Oh, god."

Her hands, which she'd fisted in the sheets, grasped his shoulders, her fingers digging in at his suckled at her.

"Brody,..."

He pulled free, a soft pop in the air. "Rhea?"

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