“You wanna say something? You wanna tell me to speed up? Talk to me. As dirty as you want. All I’ll ever do is give you what you want,” he said. My eyes stung. I was mad at myself for the burn of tears in my eyes, for the way it hit me in the heart for this strong, noble, incredible man to accept me the way I was and to tell me at such an intimate moment that he would never reject me for what I said or the ways I was never going to be a proper small-town girl. I sniffed once, tried to pretend I wasn’t a little weepy over it. But something emotional was stirring in my chest and my throat tightened.
“Tell me anything you want, darlin’,” he said, his voice so true, so deep and gorgeous.
“I love you,” I blurted out, then froze. “Oh God, I didn’t say that. I didn’t say it,” I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed.
Brody slid my legs off his shoulders and stood up, “Yeah, you said it. Right out loud.”
I peered at him from between my fingers, so, so embarrassed that my heart was pounding. He had a big, stupid grin on his face.
“Are you smiling?” I demanded, dropping my hands. My face was still hot from blushing, from knowing what I said.
“Did you think I’d run for the hills?”
“I didn’t think at all. It just came out.”
“So you didn’t mean it,” he asked, eyebrows drawn together, his eyes so damn mischievous as he looked down at me.
“No. Of course not. What kind of an idiot says that when her boss is going down on her?”
“It’s okay if you love me,” he said, his mouth covering mine. “You know you’re not a one-night stand for me. Even if we have to keep it secret, you know there’s more to this than just scratching an itch. You know once I’ve had you, I’m not letting you go. And I mean to have you right now.”
A moan escaped my lips as he closed his mouth over mine. I strained against his hands as he stroked his thumb under the curve of my breast, his hands sliding to my hips. I reached for him, fumbled with his worn Levis and unfastened them, tried to push them down. There it was. The biggest, thickest cock I’d ever laid eyes on. I felt my eyes glaze over. I wanted to beg him to put it in me. Even as he was taking his jeans off, stripping off his shirt to leave me ogling the muscles on him. He was a work of art, and I wanted to run my hands all over him and savor every sweet, hard inch of his cock. But I was shaking by now, wanting him so bad that my teeth nearly chattered. I came up on my knees without thinking. He caught me by the waist, kissed my lips, a slow, filthy slide of his tongue along mine that left me quivering in his hands.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” he said, his big hand trailing down my stomach. Shivers ran through me, goosebumps breaking all over my skin. I could smell his sweat and his arousal, the musky salt scent driving me wild, like that exact smell was made to make me come all by itself. His fingers stole between my legs and he petted me. There was no other word for it. He started petting me tenderly, his fingers slick from my wetness and sliding through my sensitive folds. I was wriggling and whimpering, trying to get away from his hand because it was too intense. I couldn’t stand it. I had to escape and crawl away. But I was kneeling on my twin bed, his hand anchoring me in place even as my moans turned to a helpless whimper, broken and pleading.
“No, I can’t. Brody, it’s too much. It’s too good—I can’t—Brody! Oh!“ I broke off when his mouth covered mine again, a tender, deep kiss that shook me to my core. I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye as I came, clamping tight around his fingers and bucking against his touch. I flung my arms around him and held on, shaken. He withdrew his fingers and folded me in his arms. He kissed my hair and whispered to me, sweet things I almost couldn’t bear to hear.
“You’re so beautiful, do you hear me? I love hearing you say my name when you’re coming apart. I love how wet you get. I can feel how much you want me. It’s so sexy, Laura. I can’t get enough of you. I could make you come like this all night.”
I just burrowed into his chest, nestling into him, hiding my face. The orgasm had been so strong, so powerful. It made me emotional and I didn’t want him to see that, especially not after I’d said what I said earlier. He just held me, and it felt so damn good. I loved being held by him. I drew in a ragged breath and sighed.