His hands attach to the sides of my body, raking up and down my skin with those tantalizingly rough fingertips. Clothes be damned, Brody drags his hand up the t-shirt he gave me and paws openly at my breasts.
I shudder and gasp, gripping the front of his shirt just to ground myself.
A growl gutters at the base of his throat as he pins me against the door and presses his pelvis into mine.
As my oxygen levels plummet and my heart starts to sprint, everything we’ve been through together starts to slide away.
I’m not thinking about tactics or strategies or psychological manipulation.
All I can focus on is the heat of his mouth and how his body blankets mine, anchoring me against the door at my back. How his soft hair knots between my rogue fingertips.
When did my hands get up there?
His forehead flattens against mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
Lines of electricity slice through my core, spreading to my fingers and toes.
I didn’t expect this.
God knows I hate to admit that this is the kiss of my life.
No man’s touch has ever riled me up this much. For several breathless moments, I’m completely out of my depth, succumbing to his savage kiss.
Returning it with an eagerness that I never anticipated.
My left thigh glides along the outside of his right.
With my knee bending on its own, I hook my leg around his waist. His low groan of satisfaction shoots bolts of arousal down to my pinky toes.
I’m afraid that if he makes that sound again, I’ll come on the spot.
How can someone who’s done me so wrong turn me on this much?
How can someone so infuriating be so absurdly sexy?
We’re all over each other, pressed tight against this door like some newlywed couple stuck in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.
With one hand, Brody clasps his fingers around my throat.
Not choking me, but holding me in place.
Owning.
Possessing.
And god, I want more of that hand on me.
He doesn’t let me breathe, not once, not until he’s dug his fingers back into my pants, into my underwear. I expect him toreturn to my clit, but he bypasses it altogether, instead dipping down to my entrance.
My eyelids peel back in hazy, lust-fueled surprise as thick, syrupy desire coats my insides from head to toe.
“Say you want it.” Between rasping breaths, Brody presses another ravenous kiss to my lips. “Say you want me inside you.”
My heart rattles in my chest. I’m so lost right now, the words tumble out in a strange, helpless whisper. “I want you inside me.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. That doesn’t matter, though, because Brody got his wish.
He pushes two of his long fingers through my sopping wet gate.
