"I've not wanted a woman in a long time the way I want you. Fuck... not ever." He pressed his lips to mine, and though I was sure he'd said the same thing to a million girls, I wanted to hear it again and again. His hands ran down my sides, over my hips and slipped between me and the bed to squeeze my ass softly. "Let me make love to you. We both want it. It's stupid to deny ourselves anything."
"No," I whispered roughly, arching my back to intensify the pressure of him between my thighs. "I'm not ready for the fling to end."
He growled and nipped at my chin before moving down my body and pressing his mouth to my nipple over my clothes. He sucked hard, and I cried out, losing myself in the moment. I'd had a few make-out sessions that left me considering sex, but this one was off the charts. Maybe it was about me not letting anyone touch me for two months, or maybe it had very little to do with me and everything to do with the sexy man working me into a needy mess.
He stopped all of a sudden and glanced up. "Wait. Did you just say you weren't ready for our fling to end?"
"Yeah." I reached up and touched the side of his face, running my fingers down his cheek and over his mouth to feel the softness of his lips. "I don't want it to end yet."
"Why the hell would sleeping together end it? I would think that's just the beginning, right? Unless I suck completely and you think another man would please you more." He rolled his eyes, causing me to laugh. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Another man pleasing you better than I could? That's not possible."
"God, you're cocky." I gripped his shoulders as he turned us over and forced me on top of him. I sat up and rolled my hips, working myself over the thick press of his arousal. I dug my fingers into his chest and closed my eyes, knowing that I needed to slow down or I'd come. It didn't take much for me, thank God, but seeing that we were just in the middle of a hot make out session and not dancing along the lines of foreplay, I needed to calm down a little.
"You're close." He reached up and squeezed my breasts over my bra before dragging his hand down my tummy and smiling. "I can almost smell you."
"Fuck. I should go." I started to get up as he gripped my thighs.
"Hell, no. Don't you leave before letting me see you lose yourself. Don't do that to me." He licked at his lips as his eyes widened. "Don't stop. Please."
I watched him intently for a minute, finding myself enamored with need for the man beneath me. The decision to stay wasn't a hard one seeing that the pulse beating against my center had taken over my thoughts.
He lifted his hips and rocked against me as his fingers slid up my thighs and rolled to my center, moving into my panties from both sides and opening me up.
"Brody." I groaned and reclined against his knees as he lifted them and pressed them into my back. "Don't."
"You’re so wet, Cora." He licked at his lips. "Let me taste you."
"No. No!" I started to move, but he brushed his thumb over my clit and electricity raced through me.
"Alright. Soon then." He pulled one hand from my shorts and ran it up my chest to cup my face softly. "Stop being shy and fuck me."
I cried out as he pressed a finger deep into me and moved the pad of his thumb around in circles until my hips bucked.
"Oh God," I groaned and let my head drop back as I rode his fingers and listened to the soft grunts he let out as he rubbed himself against my ass.
"Shit. I'm gonna come if you don't stop." He released his grip on my face and tugged at my bra, freeing one of my breasts. The warmth of his hand combined with the strong press of his fingers into my flesh left me tumbling over the edge again.
"Don't stop," I groaned and pressed my hands to his chest, rocking against him and letting myself go for the moment. I didn't care what I looked like. He had the ability to light me on fire, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't moving away from that warmth.
"Cora." His voice was tight, questioning.
I opened my eyes and nodded. "Good. It's good. Come with me."
"Yeah." His entire body stiffened as he cried out. I couldn't remember ever seeing something more beautiful.
I shouldn't have come into his room.
Those few moments had the power to change everything.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Brody
Intense would be the word.
I let my mind wander back to the day before as I laid out on the boat and let the sun beat down on me. Fourth of July was finally here, and the whole town was buzzing about it. I could not have cared less. It was just an opportunity to see Cora again, and one that would let me remain und
er the guise of just looking for a good time with my friends.