I don’t breathe. Can’t.
Because my body isn’t my own anymore.
Brodie’s words settle low in my stomach. They curl hot into the apex of my thighs, creep up my spine, wrap tight around my lungs until I’m shaking.
I’ve never –never– had a man say something like that. Offer himself up like a prayer.
He wants this.
Wants me.
He’s been thinking about me. Wanting me.
And my brain can’t handle it. Can’t process the way his voice cracked. I should shove him away, tell him this can’t happen, remind myself that I have rules, boundaries.
But his leg is dense and hard and right fucking there.
And his voice is still ringing in my ears.
And my body is already betraying me.
Because I rock against him harder. A strangled noise punches out of me, too hot, too desperate. Because fuck, riding his thigh feels forbidden and good. Too damn good.
And then…
He moves his palm lower.
And I know what’s going to happen. This will break me later. I know that. But right now? I need this. Him.
So, fuck it.
‘Yes… Please.’ I bite my lip.
And I do it again.
Chapter13
Brodie
She’s fucking killing me.
Grinding against my leg as if it was made for her. Like she was meant to fall apart right here, rubbing herself raw.
And she’s wearing the shirt with my name and number.
Holy mother of God.
Her breath snags, fingers fisting in the sheets, body strung tight with want. For me. I can feel it. Feelher. The wet heat of her pussy gliding over my quad. I tighten the muscle under her, pressing her clit harder into me.
She lets out a deep sigh. Fuck. That sigh. It carves straight through me.
And I should be revelling in it, making her do it again, and again, and again. But all I can think is… This isn’t enough.
I want more. To hold her when she breaks. Be inside her when she does. I want to fucking keep her.
But I don’t say it.
I just touch her.
