It wasn’t long before the shower shut off. He let out a long exhale and sat on the bed, sure that his torment was over. He just needed to get rid of this damn erection.
But it was only a couple of minutes later when a completely different sound came from the bathroom. There was no mistaking the muffled sobbing that he heard, and Brogan reacted without giving himself time to consider whether what he was about to do was a good idea. His instinct to protect Amy seemed to extend to her emotional well-being, and he pulled open the bathroom door.
Amy was standing at the bathroom sink, a white towel wrapped around her body as she covered her mouth with one hand, as if she was trying to keep him from hearing. Her eyes swung to him, tears running down her face, and he felt like someone had punched him in the center of the chest.
Everything else going on faded away, and he hurried forward to pull her into his arms. He knew that he was a stranger, and she probably didn’t trust him, but damn it, he was going to offer her any comfort he could give.
He was completely out of his element, but he went with his instincts. Leading her into the bedroom, he guided her to sit on the bed, her face buried in his shoulder as she continued to cry. Tender and caring were both foreign concepts for him, but he ran his hands up and down her bare back. Her skin was warm and soft, and he cursed himself for the surge of desire he felt.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he said. He’d told her that before, but it felt different this time. It was a vow.
He’d always hated seeing women get hurt, but this was different. Amy was different. He barely knew her, but he was sure about that.
Her crying slowed down, and he kept his arms around her until the tears finally stopped. He lifted her head to look up at him, brushing her fingers under her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what happened.”
“You’ve been through hell. It’s understandable.”
Her green eyes stayed locked on his, tears clinging to her long eyelashes. He told himself to pull away. The rush of longing that he felt made him a total asshole, and he needed to distance himself from her.
But before he could bring himself to do it, Amy leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.
7
AMY
This was a bad idea. She knew before she even did it. Brogan was a stranger. A dangerous stranger that was probably part of the mafia. Not the one that was out to kill her, but still.
Bad, bad idea.
But as she molded her lips to his, she couldn’t seem to make herself care about that. Today was a total shit show, and she needed something to ground her, something real and normal and just for her.
Giving in to the desire she felt for Brogan was the perfect fit for that mold.
She didn’t do casual sex very often, and it was even more reckless with this man than it normally was, but she ignored her doubts and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Brogan kissed her back, quickly taking control by slipping his tongue inside of her mouth.
A blast of longing made her bold. Amy shifted her position and straddled his lap, her towel parting so that her bare pussy was pressed against the bulge in his pants. She groaned as the friction hit in just the right place, breaking their kiss and tilting her head back. Brogan trailed hot kisses down her neck and ripped the towel away from her body.
Amy could feel herself getting wet. She was naked in his arms, and it was the most erotic moment of her life. One hand was on her ass while the other cupped her breast. His mouth found her nipple, and she arched her back, letting out a loud cry of pleasure when he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud.
She ground herself against him, and every nerve ending in her body seemed to come alive. Pleasure radiated through her, and they’d barely begun. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his black T-shirt over his head. His mouth moved from one breast to the other while Amy ran her fingers over the smooth expanse of his chest.
The next thing she knew, he’d flipped them over so that she was flat on her back with him hovering above her. His lips found hers again, more demanding this time, steady and unrelenting. His hands went to his belt, fumbling with it until he leaned back and took over, opening his pants and freeing his cock.
Amy’s eyes latched onto it, and she felt a pulsing need at her core. He was hard and long, ready to take her. But they didn’t have any condoms.
Shit,
Seeing the hesitation on her face, Brogan paused in the process of taking off his pants.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked. His voice was gruffer than before, just as much a sign of his arousal as his erection.
But he was giving her a chance to stop things. She didn’t want to, but she wasn’t quite feeling reckless enough to fuck someone without a condom.
“No, I don’t want to,” she said, “but I don’t have protection with me.”
Brogan smirked, and she couldn’t believe that it actually made him sexier. Reaching over the nightstand, he pulled open a drawer and reached inside.
