Page 69 of Take My Heart
‘Too fucking late.’ His lips smash against mine and my body explodes with warmth and tingles, a feeling I haven’t experienced in years, maybe ever. It’s been so long since I felt anything with Cam that I don’t even remember what it was like. But if it was like this, I think I would’ve remembered.
I hook my arms around Brody’s neck and my legs around his waist. His hands go under me, gripping my ass as he holds me up.
‘I love your ass,’ he groans over my lips.
‘It’s even better when it’s not covered in sweats,’ I tease. ‘Wanna see?’
He groans again as he walks down the hall to his room. He sets me down next to the bed. ‘It’s not too late to change your mind.’
‘I’m not changing my mind.’ I turn my back to him and slowly take off my sweatpants, leaving my lower half bare. ‘But if you don’t want to do this .?.?.’ I look back at him.
His eyes are on my ass, looking like he wants to devour it. It’s so damn hot. I can’t remember ever being this turned on.
‘What do you think?’ I slip my t-shirt off as I turn to face him.
His gaze moves up and down my body and he smiles. ‘I think we won’t be sleeping much tonight.’
He rips his shirt off and stalks toward me. I barely get a look at his muscular chest before he’s got me on the bed, his lips pressed to mine, his hand lowering to my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. My body’s on fire, the sensations he’s causing almost too much to bear.
His hand moves lower, sliding down my stomach to between my legs. I suck in a breath as his fingers move over my clit. I haven’t been touched there for so long, at least not by a man. I’ve had to take care of myself since Cam declared his no-sex rule, which included him not touching me.
‘You’re so fucking wet,’ Brody says as he slides a finger inme, then another. He moves them in and out, going deeper each time.
‘More,’ I beg as the feeling begins to build. He just started and I already feel like I’m about to come.
‘Tell me how you like it,’ he whispers in my ear as his thumb circles over my clit.
‘What you’re doing is perfect.’
It’s true. The way he’s touching me? It’s just how I want it. The right speed. The right amount of pressure. It’s almost too good. If he keeps it up, this will be over soon, and I’m not ready. I want more—more than his hand.
I pull away.
Brody stops what he’s doing and looks at me. ‘What are you doing?’
I answer by smiling and undoing his belt.
‘Don’t you want to finish this first?’ he asks, touching me again.
‘I would, but I—’ I gasp as the sensations return, building, climbing, so fast I can’t hold back. My body explodes with pleasure.
I tried to hold out, but I couldn’t. Brody’s too damn talented. I’ve never had a guy be that good with his hand.
‘Damn,’ I mutter as I catch my breath.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing. That was amazing. I just didn’t want it to happen that way. I wanted to wait. But now it’s over.’
‘You don’t think it can happen again?’
‘Not tonight.’
‘So one and done, huh?’ he says with a slight smile.
‘Yeah, but hey, it was great. Better than great.’ I run my hand over his chest. ‘I really like your muscles.’
‘Thanks,’ he says with a laugh. ‘Would you be saying that if you weren’t drunk?’
