She felt a little shy suddenly. But she also realized she would never get what she wanted from this very respectful man who operated by a strict code of ethics if she didn’t put her big girl panties on and tell him what she wanted. And hopefully, that would mean her panties would come off at some point. Meanwhile, it seemed Brody needed some clarification.
“It means not in front of other people. I’ve never done anything like that at a club. I think if I’m ever going to, I have to feel a very strong connection to my partner, that I belong to them. That they will protect me.”
“That makes sense. You need to feel completely safe.”
“Yes. But also, sexual contact at a club… it’s a very personal thing to me, in a way kink play isn’t.Intime.” She shook her head, reminding herself to say it in English. “It’s intimate. And again, I’d have to feel so safe and cared for to even allow myselfto let go. But even though we haven’t even gotten to the Dungeon yet, I feel like that’s a definite maybe with you, because you aren’t a stranger to me. I already know who you are to some degree. I know you’re a trustworthy person. And maybe if it was subtle… I mean so other people couldn’t look over and see exactly what was going on. I don’t know. Perhaps at some point? But until then, in private? Oh, yes.”
“Just to confirm—and tell me if I’m mistaken—I’m okay with being wrong. Is that because you want that contact, and just aren’t sure about where it takes place?”
She breathed a huge sigh of relief. She’d been trying to be brave and open about what she wanted, but it was so difficult to put herself out there like that. “Yes.Merci. Thank you for understanding me. If your boundary was no contact of that kind at all, I think I would feel very disappointed.”
He leaned in closer, until his cheek was next to hers, and he murmured quietly, “I understand because I want the same thing. Thank you for telling me what you want. I didn’t mean to make it any more difficult for you, but I have to be certain the desire and the consent is there. I couldn’t push a narrative on you, so I needed you to say it. But let me tell you, beautiful girl, I have never wanted a woman the way I want you.”
“Oh!”
Heat shimmered over her skin, lanced deep into her body, filling her with a need so intense it made her limbs go weak. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache there, but it did no good.
He pulled back just an inch or two, and his gaze was on hers, looking into her eyes. She saw such stark desire in his face, it took her breath away. There was one endless moment, a sharp intake of breath, then finally he moved in to take her mouth—there was no other way to describe it. He grabbed her face to hold her close, kissing her hard, and so thoroughly, she knewshe’d never been kissed this way, with so much wanting, so much passion.
Her hands went to his shoulders, if for no other reason than to hold on, to steady herself, and the solidity of his big muscles didn’t let her down. In moments, his arms were around her waist, and he lifted her from the chair and carried her to the couch, where he laid her down, then bent over her. He never stopped kissing her. She never wanted him to, until he dragged his lips down over her neck, sending a new shaft of heat through her. Her hands went into his hair and she hung on tight, and he did the same, burying his fingers in her hair, digging them into her scalp, making her feelowned. And she loved it.
She was flooded with desire; it was absolutely washing over her, wave after wave, and she felt her mind being carried away on the intensity of need she felt, the need between them, as though it was reflected in a mirror, multiplied by that reflection.
“God, Brody,” she murmured, then gasped when he took her breast in his big hand.
She arched into his touch as he caressed her flesh, as he lowered his head and kissed a trail from her throat to the curve of her breast. She needed more so badly, she ached.
“Please, Brody,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful. You know I need to hear it.”
“I need… I need you to touch me. My bare skin. My body. I need to be naked with you. I need you to be inside me.”
“Ah, fuck, Claudia. Beautiful girl,” he said, his voice low and rough, and even hearing that in his voice was like a stroking hand between her thighs.
He sat up to pull his shirt off, revealing tight, muscled abs. She’d never seen a man like him before, not this close up, and she had to touch him. She ran her hands over his skin, feelingevery finely etched muscle, and it was some sort of sensual epiphany. Mind blowing.
“God, you’re built like a sculpture,” she said, and he answered with a low chuckle.
“Your turn, little goddess,” he said as he pulled her sweater over her head. “Ah, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
He leaned down to trail kisses over her breasts, his hands going to stroke her nipples through the mesh fabric of her bra before he sat back to pull her boots off, then her jeans, leaving her in bra and panties.
He stared down at her, and for some reason she couldn’t understand, she didn’t feel self-conscious about her cellulite, or the loose skin her quick weight loss had left her with. For the first time in her life, and especially since turning forty, she actually felt beautiful as his gaze roamed her body. There was nothing in his expression but pure awe. Pure admiration. And she could see the bulge of his hard cock pressing against his jeans.
She wanted it. To touch it. To take it into her mouth. Into her body.
“Brody, please…”
“Please what?” he demanded.
She groaned. “Please fuck me.”
“As if I could do anything else right now,” he said with a guttural groan. “I’m going to go as slowly as I can.”
“Please don’t,” she said. Begged. “Please don’t hold back. I need you. I need everything.”
Chapter Seven
