I wish I knew what it was about Brody Miner that makes me feel so alive. There’s just something about him and my whole body responds to him like it has never done with another man.
“You really are special,” he whispers and my heart stutters in my chest and my breath feels as if it has been knocked out of me.
“I’m not, I—”
“You are. What I can’t figure out is why you had to invent any kind of story to your family.”
“I didn’t, I know. It was… pride maybe and well, you don’t know my family. They will—”
“I didn’t mean that, Tabitha. I meant men should be lined up at your door dying for a chance to spend time with you.”
“Brody you’re being really sweet, but you don’t need to try and make me feel bett—”
“I’m being honest. You’re funny, kind, smart, you have eyes a man could stare at the rest of his life and never get bored. You have the cutest little dimple when you smile and I find myself wanting to see more and more of it.”
“Brody—”
“And your body… I find myself dreaming about your body, Tabitha.”
“I… maybe we should call it a night…”
“Dreaming of touching it, wondering if it would be as soft as my imagination says it is,” he whispers and as he’s talking his fingers are brushing up and down my arm. I feel like I’m being drugged, falling under his spell. I should fight it, but I don’t really want to. The promise in his face, the intensity of it makes me want to follow everywhere he might lead. Dangerous…I know it is, but it’s what I want.
“Brody,” I whisper and I don’t know if I want to tell him we shouldn’t do this, or if I want to beg him to kiss me.
“Are you soft all over, Tabitha?” he asks.
“You could find out,” I dare him.
Brody pulls my body into his lap then and his lips are on mine before I can even catch my breath. His tongue pushes into my mouth at the exact moment his hand slides under my shirt. His fingers stretch across my stomach and it feels like they burn into me, marking me. I can feel them searing me as they move slowly from my stomach to my chest. Brody pushes my bra up and captures my breast in his hand, squeezing it gently. My nipple is hard and it’s pushing against the palm of his hand. His skin feels rough compared to mine and the sensation against my nipple, makes me moan against his mouth.
“I was right, Tabitha,” he whispers against my ear after our kiss ends. His hand is still pressing into my breast, the hold one of pure ownership that makes me feel so alive and wanted that I barely stop myself from begging him for more.
“Right?” I ask, tilting my head so he can run his tongue against the shell of my ear.
“You are soft all over,” he growls before biting on my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.
The pull of his mouth on my ear is something so erotic my stomach tightens in reaction. I’ve never felt anything like it. My breathing is ragged, I’m so wet that my panties are soaked and my body feels as if liquid heat is moving through it at the speed of light. My fingernails bite into his back as my body literally shudders with need. It’s been so long since any man has affected me like Brody is doing right now.
I know I’m playing with fire, but I’ll worry about it later, right now this feels too good.
Chapter Twelve
Brody
I didn’t plan on claiming Tabitha tonight. I wanted to work up to it slowly, get her used to me and to be honest I need to get accustomed to having a woman in my life permanently. It’s not something that I planned on, but now that I have Tabitha I know it’s what I want. I don’t know why I’m stalling to make my move. In the back of my mind, I keep waiting for this to turn bad. Every woman I’ve ever known either tries to control my life or they don’t like the fact that my job takes the majority of my time. Tabitha doesn’t seem that type, but I can’t help being cautious.
For now, I put that out of my head and concentrate on the gift Tabitha is giving me. I break away from her lips so that we’re both sitting on the couch. Her eyes are glossy with desire and both of us are breathing hard; the sound is rough in the room and echoes even over the blood pounding in my ears.
“Brody,” she whispers, her face flushed.
“Shh…” I respond against her lips and then kiss her again, because I can’t stop myself. When I move away from her this time, I pull her shirt up and swish it over her head, before she can stop me. She mostly helps me, but immediately her hands go to her breasts, as if to guard them from me. She even adjusts her bra so her tit is hidden from view. I can’t ever remember being with a woman so shy. It’s different and with Tabitha, it feels special.