“I’m fine, princess.”
I place my hand on her knee, and the heat of her freshly showered skin warms my palm.
She jolts, her attention fixated on that hand.
The sparks sizzling between us could power an amphitheater.
I trail my fingers up her leg, watching goosebumps bloom in the wake of my touch. I brush my knuckles up her arm, over her cheek, and twist my fingers through strands of copper hair.
She sucks in a breath, the tip of her tongue wetting her pretty pink lips.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
She bends forward, like she might press her lips to mine, but I stop her with a tug.
I push up on my knees, ignoring the sting from the stitches in my leg, and grab her by the hips. With a quick jerk, she’s on her back, those gemstone eyes wide and shining, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Perfect.
I capture her mouth, swallowing her soft little groan. This isn’t like the kisses at the Cypress or the safe house. This one is slower and deeper as I caress her sides and hips before pushing my fingers up under her shirt.
She’s pliant beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer. She’s not fighting or pretending she doesn’t want this just as much as I do.
This time, I’m going to make sure she comes first.
She may think she’s in control here—she aimed my own gun at me, concocted the plan, called the shots—but that won’t stand for long.
I drag my lips from her mouth to her neck, sucking a dark mark right over her pulse, and slide my hand up her stomach to cup one flawless breast in my palm.
Trinity moans, her back arching off the bed as I tease her by pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers. With my free hand, I shove those borrowed boxers down and slip my fingers between her thighs.
She’s soaked.
I lean back to peer down at her, with her flushed cheeks and damp hair spread over the pillow. Her chest heaves under the t-shirt, and her pupils are blown as she meets my gaze.
“Brody…what…”
I drop my face down and slide my tongue over her clit.
She gasps, grasping a fistful of my hair. “Oh!”
I can’t wait to pull more of those noises from her.
I work her tender flesh, slowly at first, then harder, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. She rocks against my face and whimpers.
I run my tongue lower down her pussy before thrusting it inside and pushing deep.
“Brody…” She pants, her hips bucking.
I reach down and palm my erection.
Control. That’s what I needed. Trinity panting, flushed, and exposed under my hands and mouth.
To hear her sweet little noises as she comes undone beneath me.
With my tongue still thrusting, licking, and sucking, I push one hand flat against her pelvis. My thumb circles her clit, matching the speed of my tongue.
Trinity’s thighs cling to the sides of my head, the muscles trembling against my skull. She yanks on my hair, and the sting only gets me more stiff.
