But this...her...looking up at him with those huge golden-green eyes? After two weeks of aching for her again? He was coming into her mouth as she squeezed him before he could stop himself.
Brodie’s brain slowly started functioning again and Jess was smiling up at him, delighted with herself.
He shook his head. ‘Oh, no way, two can play at that little game.’ He got off the couch and scooped Jess up into his arms to bring her into his bedroom. He put her down on the bed and for a moment he couldn’t move, arrested by the sight of her. Hair spread across his pillows, breasts bared, that sassy smile on her face.
She pulled her T-shirt up and off, and opened her jeans, pulling them down and off along with her underwear. ‘Well? What are you waiting for, Montgomery?’
The truth was that he’d thought by bringing her here it would feel like some sort of closure, but it didn’t feel like that now. It felt like the start of something. But Brodie was too hot for her to dwell on that little disturbing nugget.
He stripped off, made sure he had a condom nearby. Then he reached for Jess, pulled her towards him by her hips and came down between her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. ‘First, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and then I’m going to fuck you with my dick. Any objections?’
She shook her head and let out a moan as Brodie proceeded to do exactly what he’d promised.
Chapter 37
Jess
The next morning, a fresh zesty smell woke me. And a mouth against mine. The same mouth that had tortured me last night, after we’d got back from a local restaurant – we’d gone out for a late meal.
We’d barely made it back in the door before Brodie had been taking off my clothes again, and me his.
We’d stumbled through the apartment, landing on his bed in a sprawl. Desperate to be joined. He’d taken me from behind, hands holding my
hips. He’d pounded into me with such force, but it hadn’t been enough. I’d wanted
more. There was something so primal about making love – having sex – with
Brodie. He turned me into someone far more elemental than I’d ever thought I
was.
I ached all over. Tender between my legs. My mouth clung to his even as
he pulled away. I opened my eyes.‘It’s early.’
‘I have a meeting the other side of London.’
It hit me then. I’d stayed over. My post-coital delusions weren’t looking so under control now.
I heard the sound of a boat horn down on the river. Brodie sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in smart trousers and a shirt. A titan of industry. For a second I felt discombobulated. Caught on the back foot. I had wanted this to bemycall. I’d wanted to get up and leave, walk away with my dignity intact. Closure achieved. But that was the last thing I felt.
‘Look,’ he said. ‘You’re actually closer to the charity house here. Why don’t you stay again tonight?’
And that’s when it hit me, the full magnitude of what I was allowing to happen here. Giving in to a weakness in the hope that Brodie would somehow magically want something more than just sex.
And he had been nothing but clear on that. So if I allowed this to happen again, this time under no illusions, I would be the biggest mug. And setting myself up for a world of pain. A world of pain I’d already tasted in the last two weeks.
I sat up and reached for my T-shirt on the end of the bed. ‘No, I need to get moving too.’
Brodie stood up and looked at his watch. ‘I have a few minutes. Take a shower. I’ll make some more coffee.’
I wanted to tell him to go ahead so I could leave and retreat somewhere to hide away, but he’d already walked out.
I cursed and took a fast shower, tying my hair up. Then I dressed again in my clothes from yesterday. Fantastic. The walk of shame inside Brodie’s apartment.
When I went out, at least feeling a little less vulnerable, he was there at the counter, his back to me. I couldn’t stop my gaze from running over his form. The broad back. Slim waist. Muscular buttocks.
He turned around and held up a coffee pot. I needed all the strength I could get. ‘Yes, please.’ I knew I had to shut thisdown with Brodie. Seeing him again,fuckinghim again had only shown me how susceptible I was to him. And how dangerous he was to me. He handed me a cup and I took a gulp. ‘Thanks.’
