Synchronicity.They moved perfectly together; she matched him thrust for thrust.He closed his eyes, savoring the purity in the moment.Appreciating it for what it was.Something he’d never had.He was making love to a woman for the first time in his life.It felt incredible.He could move mountains.
She was squeezing him tightly, rippling against him, and he sped up.“Look at me, Drea,” he rumbled.“I want to see you.”
“Brody.”Her pupils flared wide and her nails dug into his back.
The sound of his name on her lips and the way her walls tightened around him as she came sent him to the edge.
“Shortcake, I’m gonna—ah, fuck.”Wave after wave of pure bliss assaulted him and he struggled to keep his eyes open, but he didn’t want to miss a minute of their first time together.
He dropped his head to the pillow, just above her shoulder, kissed her neck and gasped for air.Equally breathless, Drea massaged his shoulder, providing a sense of unfamiliar comfort.
Being a practical man, he rolled them onto their sides, but being purely selfish, he stayed inside her, enjoying the way she continued to squeeze him.
He pushed Drea’s tangled hair off her face, couldn’t resist kissing those swollen lips again.Gently this time.
She smiled shyly at him, and he felt it all the way to his fucking toes.Shell-shocked at the way she made him feel, he grinned back as she curled her head into his shoulder.He wrapped his arms around her, a quiet calm replacing their usual frenetic energy.A flicker of worry about what the morning would bring rippled through him.
“Thank you, Brody.That was incredible.”Drea whispered into his shoulder.
He brought his focus back to her.“Anytime, babe,” he responded and gently moved inside her to drive his point home.She giggled against his shoulder.Sweetest.Fucking.Thing.
She lifted her head, ran a line of kisses just underneath his jaw.“I love your bed.”
“I love you in my bed, just… for the love of God, keep squeezing me like that.”
He rolled over her and grabbed another condom from the drawer as she laughed.
There were still plenty of hours left before dawn, and he intended to spend every last one of them showing her what it would be like if they gave this a shot.And in the morning, he’d tell her the one thing that might make her walk away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Either this was the hottest fucking dream he’d ever had in his life, or Drea really was in his bed, her arms and legs tangled with his.Cujo roused slowly, took a moment to appreciate the way Drea’s breasts were pushed up against his chest, how her head rested on his arm.Her skin was soft and smooth under his fingertips as he slid them slowly down the length of her back.
The clock on the side table showed it was a little after nine.Thank God Mo had agreed to take care of the cleanup.
Even though he wanted to, waking her up and making love didn’t feel quite right.It felt deceptive.They needed to talk.He needed to give her a choice before their relationship went a step further.
Carefully, he moved his arm from beneath her head and walked into the bathroom.He put his hands on the counter, either side of the sink, allowing his head to drop forward.Maybe this wasn’t the right choice.Maybe he shouldn’t have even started this with Drea.
The jetted shower heated quickly and he stepped inside, allowing the pressure to soothe him.It was just nerves.It wasn’t about his past or his mom.He’d just started to wash his hair when he heard the shower door close.
Drea slid inside and tipped her head back to wet her hair.Fuck.The way the water curved its way over her pink nipples had him rock hard, willing to leave all sense of morals behind.
“Good morning,” she said.
With makeup, she was a walking wet dream, but without it, she was lazy mornings of sex in front of a log fire.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”He wrapped a hand around her neck.She wanted a kiss, but he reached for the shampoo instead and washed her hair.A flicker of confusion clouded her features and guilt twisted his gut.But he couldn’t give her what she wanted until they’d talked.
He finished bathing and grabbed the towel.Drea let him dry her off.White fluffy bathrobes hung on the back of the door, and he bundled her in one before wrapping a towel around his own waist.
Drea reached for him, wrapped her fingers around his cock over the towel.It twitched traitorously in response.He grabbed her hand, pressed it flat against his heart.
“We need to talk, Drea.Once we’re done, if you still want me, I’m all yours.Can I make you breakfast first?”
“I think I’d rather know what’s going on,” she said as he took her hand and led her into the kitchen.
“I know, Shortcake.Give me a minute to get my shit together.”
