He captured her mouth, kissing her deeply. Keeping his eyes closed, he broke away as his hands moved up her back to the clasp of her bra. He undid the series of hooks, felt his way to her shoulders and guided the straps down. The bra fell to his lap as he cupped her breasts.
“You,” he said, opening his eyes. “You’re my fantasy.”
And so much more.
“You have me.” Kat’s hands pulled at his T-shirt, freeing it from his pants.
His thumbs brushed her nipples. “Good, because I can’t let you go.”
“Hmm, please don’t.”
Brody’s hands froze. He needed to tell her now. This was so much more than foreplay. “Kat—”
“Lean forward,” she ordered, her movements frantic as she drew his shirt over his head. She placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing him back, and reached for his belt.
He had so much to say, but feeling her fingers against his lower abdomen, unbuttoning his pants, drawing the zipper down . . . She brushed his dick, and his mind zeroed in on one thought.
Take me.
“The dancers at The Lost Kitten, did they strip off their customers’ clothes?” he asked.
“No. I’m improving on their model.” She shifted off his lap. Standing between his splayed legs, she reached for his waistband. “Lift your hips.”
He did as she asked, his pants and underwear joining his shirt in a pile on the floor. Her gaze lingered on his erection for a second before she looked up.
“Don’t move, Brody.”
Swaying her hips to an imaginary beat, she began to dance. Her fingers toyed with her thong. Slowly, she slid the slip of black lace down her legs and kicked them to the side.
“If you find those later, you can keep them,” she said. “A
s a souvenir.”
“I don’t want your underwear, Kat. I want you.” His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. “And I’m going to want you tomorrow and the day after that.”
“Brody,” she gasped, running her hands up her naked body, cupping her breasts as she continued to move.
“I want you, Kat.” He would never stop saying those words to her. Over and over, he’d make damn sure she opened her eyes every morning feeling wanted—a part of his life and his family.
Releasing her breasts, she placed her hands on his shoulders and reclaimed his lap. She was wet and hot against his cock and he nearly forgot the words he needed to say before he sank into her.
His hands moved to her hips, holding her still.
“Brody?” She raised an eyebrow, the heat and need in her eyes matching his. He hoped. God, he hoped she felt the same way.
“You deserve so much more, Kat.”
She slipped her hand between them, reaching for him. “I’m not sure I could handle any more.”
The humor in her tone was like a warning. And a signal that she’d raised her defenses.
“Kat, I need you to listen to me.” He kept his gaze locked with hers, watching as wariness displaced desire.
“I thought we agreed to abandon the serious sex,” she murmured.
“That’s not what I’m asking for. I want to be wild with you, Kat. But you should know where this is going, how I feel about you.”
“Is this about the lap dance? Is this your way of regaining the upper hand? If you want control, take it, Brody. Take me.”