The way he utters my name is both a plea and a command. The throaty rumble causes tingles to spread over my body. I think I could die happy right here between his thighs, with my mouth stuffed full and my chest filled with warmth.
I’ve barely gotten started when he attempts to pull me away.
“Trinity, shit, I need to…” Gravel-roughened words tumble from his mouth.
I glance up. Dark eyes stare back at me, the pupils blown like ink in liquid gold. His face is red, his chest heaving beneath the ruined shirt.
He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs. “Come up here. Get rid of the pants.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I stand long enough to strip them off, shivering from both anticipation and the cool wind bursting through the open door.
He grabs my hand to help me balance as I straddle him and sink onto his cock with a lewd moan.
When he tries to sit up, I push down on his shoulders to hold him still. He’s used to maintaining control, but he’s earned this.
This time isn’t about domination. This is my apology. The baring of my soul.
“Let me, Brody.”
I kiss him again and inhale his breath. Sigh against him as I roll my hips and leisurely grind my pussy onto his cock.
Since I can’t seem to verbalize my gratitude, I’ll show him with my body.
Thank you for saving me. For staying with me. For risking your life for mine.
He groans against my lips, then leans back so his eyes can roam my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shudder and loop my arms around his neck. “Brody…” I can’t even begin to describe him.
Brave. Sexy.
Everything.
My heart gallops wildly. I could drown in his eyes.
He rips my shirt over my head and shoves my bra cups under my breasts. He pinches my nipples, zapping pleasure straight to my pussy.
I trail a path across his shoulders and arms, over his veiny biceps, continuing until I reach his hand on my chest. Stealing his fingers away, I lace them with mine, my skin buzzing at the contact, which feels far more intimate than anything else.
Beneath the bright fluorescent lights and the sun beaming through the windows, there’s no hiding. I see all of him, and he sees all of me.
Straightening, I quicken my pace, riding him harder and rolling my hips so his cock rubs the right spot with every downward thrust. Pressure and pleasure mount, slowly at first, then all at once, rising and smashing against my soul like a tidal wave but receding just before I topple over the precipice.
Sweat drips between my breasts and glues my hair to the back of my neck. Brody grabs my hips, guiding me as we succumb to the heat together. He’s rewiring my brain, showing me sides of myself I never knew existed. I want to thank him for all this self-discovery, but I still can’t speak.
My body will just have to convey that gratitude for me.
With each downward rock of my hips, his hold on my body tightens. Enough to leave bruises. The idea of his marks lingering on my skin only heightens my desire.
As we pant together in the sun with our bodies entwined, I admit that I’ve been wrong.
I can’t continue living as if I’m a self-sustaining island. I can’t flee from love because I’m terrified of losing it.
These experiences Brody and I shared are enough to kick-start my ass into choosing another path. To stop me from running. To force me to be brave.
I could lose this man, but he’s here now. We’re both here.
