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I wokeup to find someone in my bed. Not just someone. A man.
I lay perfectly still for a few moments until my muzzy head cleared. Brody was in my bed. For the first time in weeks.
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and saw that it was still early, just after six. I’d slept for nearly twelve hours.
And Brody slept beside me.
I’d gone to sleep in his arms but he wasn’t holding me now. He was turned away from me, mostly on his stomach, and I could see the expanse of his bare back above the blanket that pooled at his waist.
I reached out and ran the palm of my hand over his shoulder and down his spine. He stirred beneath my touch and excitement pulsed within me.
When he turned over, I was presented with a perfect view of his chest, which seemed more defined than usual.
“Been working out?” I asked when his sleepy green eyes met mine.
“Stress relief,” he answered. “How do you feel?”
“Back to normal.” I let my fingertips trail over his pectoral.
He made a low humming sound in the back of his throat. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”
“Touching you? Absolutely.”
He smiled. “No, what happens after you touch me.”
“I think I’ll be fine as long as you don’t want to start working your way through the Kama Sutra.”
Brody chuckled and pulled me closer. “As good as that sounds, I don’t think I’m up for that this morning.”
I let my fingers rove lower and lower on his body until my hand cupped his erection. “I’d say you’re up for something.”
His answer was to kiss me.
I sank into that kiss, the soft deliciousness of it. I'd been starved for this—his taste, his touch. The weeks between us suddenly felt like years.
I drank it all in. The scent of his skin, the heat that emanated from his body, the sound of his voice when he whispered my name. I needed this every day of my life.
Brody reached between us and used one hand to unbutton the pajama top I wore. He spread the shirt apart, baring my torso. His mouth released mine and he looked down at me. The early morning light was pink and ethereal. It painted his skin, bringing each contour of his shoulders and chest into sharp relief.
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured.
His fingertips trailed over my chest to the tip of my breast. My nipple hardened as he drew circles around it. Then he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I arched into him, my nails digging into his shoulders as my fingers curled and flexed.
"Brody." His name was a sigh that escaped my lips.
His mouth came back to mine as he tugged my panties down my legs. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his hips. Hot flesh pressed against me. He was already naked and ready.
I reached between us and stroked the thick length of his cock, running my thumb over the head.
"I need you," I murmured when his mouth lifted from mine. I pressed my lips to his throat. "Don't make me wait."
"Condom," he muttered.
I tightened my grip on him. "I'm on the pill now."
