“Down the hall, last door on the right.”
His mouth captured mine again as he turned toward the hall and began taking long strides. Not two feet from the bedroom door his pants fell the rest of the way down and he tripped, sending us crashing into the wall. Our kisses never faltered, even through our laughing, but I unwrapped my legs from his hips as he hurriedly stepped out of his boots and pants. When he kicked them to the side, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and pressed his hard-on against me as I wrapped my legs back around him.
“Bed . . . bed,” I pleaded around his lips, and once again he was walking us toward my room.
Making it the rest of the way without incident, we fell onto the bed in a mess of searching hands and tearing clothes. My tank top was somehow on the floor before I was fully on my back, and I reached up to crush our lips together as his hands pulled my shorts off at the same time I reached for the waistband of his dark boxer-briefs.
His erection sprang free, and I didn’t even try to continue pulling his briefs down the rest of the way as I took his length in both of my hands. Brody groaned and his head fell to my shoulder as I watched both my hands make their way up him. Letting one of my hands leave to edge the waistband down his hips, I slowly pumped from base to head with the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Everything about him was incredible and perfect.
“Babe—I haven’t been with anyone in years, so this already isn’t going to last long, but if you keep doing that it’s gonna be over before it can begin.”
I bit back a smile at his confession and leaned my head back when he started leaving openmouthed kisses on my neck and guided him to me. We both stilled for a few seconds, a harsh breath leaving him when he pushed into me, and I wanted to cry in frustration when his body left mine before he was slamming back into me. His name left my lips in a breathless whisper when he began moving inside me, and my fingers curled into his back as his pace quickened.
I could feel the muscles in his back tightening, and the pull in my lower stomach grew as I got closer to my climax.
“Come on,” his gruff voice whispered in my ear. “Give me one more.”
Bringing his hand between us, he rolled his fingers against my clit, and I whimpered incoherent words as the mix of him moving inside me and his hands on me sent me over the edge. It felt like my body was suspended in air for long seconds before it came crashing down, and Brody’s body shuddered beneath my fingertips as he followed me into his own orgasm.
He lazily kissed up my throat until he reached my lips, and somehow I figured out how to release my death grip on his back to pull my hands through his dark hair as I returned the slow kiss.
“God, Kamryn. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you. Not after that.”
I smiled against his lips, and feeling his hard length still inside me, pushed him back and rolled us over until I was on top of him. He groaned when I moved my hips, his hands flying back to grab them. I’d been afraid he was about to stop me, but his fingers flexed against my skin before pressing me harder against him. Sitting up, I let him lead our movements, and my head fell back from the feel of the new position. This time was slow and controlled as we took our time getting to know each other’s body, but the heat and passion only seemed to grow.
My body curled over his, and I pressed my forehead into his chest when it was over. Every part of me felt like it was floating, and at the same time I couldn’t find the strength to move from where I was lying on him.
“Come here,” he said as he pulled his body from mine and wrapped his arms around me.
Pressing a kiss to my lips, he tucked my head under his chin and tugged on the comforter until he could pull it over us.
“You’ll stay?” I asked as I pressed closer to him.
“I need you in my arms right now,” he said simply. And just before sleep claimed me, I heard him say, “I’m not going anywhere.”
MY BODY JERKED awake, and I lay still as I listened for whatever had woken me. Brody was now behind me with his body curled around mine, and the sound of his soft snores was all that met my ears for a few moments. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into the pillow again when I heard the ringing. Moving from Brody’s arms, I glanced around for my phone but didn’t see it. Then I remembered I’d left it in the bathroom—this ring was coming from outside my room. Grabbing for the pants that were on the floor in the hallway, I searched the pockets until I found Brody’s phone. My body turned to ice when I saw the screen.
Olivia.
“Brody,” I said as I climbed back on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Brody, wake up.”
His eyes shot open and moved quickly to the phone I was holding out to him. “What—”
“Olivia is calling you.”
“Fuck,” he whispered and pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned to his back. Taking the phone from my hand, he cleared his throat a couple times and answered. “Hello?”
“Where the hell are you? Do you know what time it is?”
I didn’t need to be sitting directly next to him to hear her. I’m positive I would’ve been able to hear her shrill voice if I’d been back in the hall.
Glancing at his phone for a second, his aggravated expression never changed as he brought the phone back to his ear. “Yeah, Liv, I got caught up at work.”
“And you couldn’t call to tell me?”
“You said you’d be staying with your parents if you got back from Washington tonight. I didn’t know it would matter to you if I was late or—shit, Liv. Why . . . fuck, why are you crying?”
“Well, obviously I’m not at my parents’, Brody! I thought something had happened to you. You know, I’m trying to be a good wife here. And you are hours late and don’t even think to—” She cut off on a sob.