His climax followed hers, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure crashing into him again and again. His moan tore from his throat, stealing all the air in his lungs and leaving him drained.
He was gasping when he opened his eyes to stare down at her.
Her arm was thrown over her eyes, a huge smile on her face.
“All good?” he asked, smiling as her arm moved away and she stared up at him.
“Incredible,” she whispered. “That was...wow. I’ve never... I mean, yes, very good.”
He frowned. “Never what?”
She shook her head, still smiling. “Kiss me.” Her arms twined around his neck.
“I could kiss you all night, Goldilocks,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
Her sigh was so sweet, his heart was happy. He’d done this to her, made her moan with pleasure and sigh with satisfaction. He’d happily do it again. Especially if what she’d almost said meant what he thought it meant. India had never had an orgasm. How was that possible? Tonight had proved how ardent a lover she was. If he hadn’t known her ex-husband was a selfish bastard, this would have told him all he needed to know about the man.
India needed a man who would treat her—mind and body—as the treasure she was. And, damn, but he wanted to be that man.
Chapter Twelve
Indie’s eyes popped open, her cheek on Brody’s chest and her arm draped across his waist. She smiled, stretched and eased closer. As tempting as it was to wake him again, she knew they were playing with fire.
A glance at the clock had her bolting upright.
“Brody.” She shook him.
“India,” he groaned. “A man’s got to sleep.”
She burst out laughing. “No. Not...that. It’s almost five.”
His eyes opened, a slow smile forming. “Five, huh?” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can move.”
She laughed again. “You better. For your personal safety.” Her smile faded somewhat. Her father could not see him here now—leaving her place. “What were we thinking?” she asked, panic threatening her earlier happiness.
He sat up, cupping her cheek. “I was thinking how damn lucky I am to make you scream my name.”
Her cheeks grew hot. She had, too. With great enthusiasm. He’d loved it. So had she. Her chest grew heavy and her body warmed at the thought. “Stop,” she whispered. “You need to go.”
He grinned. “I do. As tempting as it is to stay here and do it again, I value my life.” He shook his head.
She nodded. “So do I.”
“Good to know you’re not just after my body.” He winked, slipping to the edge of the bed.
Any rational person would be throwing clothes at him and hurrying him along, but...India didn’t move. She was too content to watch him. He had an incredible body—just as she’d suspected. Lean muscles and boundless energy had combined for the most incredible night of her life. And...her first orgasm. Which led to many more.
She smiled.
“What?” he asked, buttoning his jeans.
“Nothing.” She needed to stop smiling.
Hands on hips, brows raised, he waited. “That smile means something.” He grinned. “Something good, I’d think.”
She hugged her knees to her chest and tugged up her sheet.
“You’re going to get modest now?” He shook his head. “I admit, I’m a fan of wild and demanding India—”