He’d just walked in through the other door and was stripping down.
“I need to shower,” he said, his wet hair sticking to his cheeks in a way that should have been criminal, it was so hot. He dropped his T-shirt on the floor and then yanked his shorts down. Just like that, he was completely naked.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open as he reached into the huge shower enclosure and turned the water on.
“Care to join me?” He turned back to look at me.
God, his body was no joke. He was sculpted to perfection, from the hockey ass to the eight-pack, the tawny skin, and the tattoos.
“I have to go downstairs,” I said dazedly, gaze still glued to him.
His confidence only made him hotter. How would it feel to be so sure of yourself, your body, your own power? I used to know that feeling, in a past life. Or at least I thought I did.
“Go—after,” he said as his focus dipped down my body. “You’re practically naked as it is.”
I belatedly remembered I was only in my underwear. The urge to hide myself was strong, an instinct I couldn’t escape. Yet, there was something about the look in Brody’s eyes that chased my self-consciousness away.
It was impossible to feel self-conscious when someone like Brody was looking at you like you were his ideal of perfection. Like he couldn’t breathe without touching you.
Slowly, I let the T-shirt I was holding over my chest fall. Brody reached for the shower gel. He pumped a generous amount into his hand and rubbed it down his body. Suds trailed in his wake. I couldn’t stop watching.
He lowered his hand to his cock, rigid and straining up his belly. He was hard again, for me?
“You’re having that problem again?” I raised an eyebrow at him, desperately trying to claw back my cool. “Getting hard for no reason?”
“I have a reason, and she’s standing right here.” He smirked at me. “Are you really not going to join me? What happened to only living once?”
“There are about two hundred other people in the house,” I reminded him.
“Then lock the door.”
I found myself stepping into the room and doing just that before I could question it. I walked toward the shower, and he stepped back to let me in, his gaze running over my half-naked form.
“Lose the rest, unless you want to get it wet.”
I hesitated with my hand on my bra strap. Was I really this brazen around him? All this time I’d felt self-conscious and nervous about my body… but around Brody, it was all different.
I slipped my bra off, and then my panties followed.
Brody groaned. “Look what a good girl you are when you decide to be.”
“Fuck you, Sinclair,” I shot back playfully, stepping into the spray beside him. I reached out and grabbed his soapy dick. “Do you want a hand or not?” I pumped up and down his thick shaft.
“Oh, I do, but I have my rules, sweetheart.” He tugged my hand from his dick. “Ladies first.”
He sank onto his knees before me and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
“Hold on,” he murmured, then kissed up my thigh. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Such delusions of grandeur,” I said, even though the memory of the gym and his magical mouth proved that his confidence was well-earned.
“Want to make a bet?” He ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and cupped my ass.
“What bet?”
“If you don’t scream, I don’t get to come. If you do, I get to come… inside you.”
“What?” I protested. “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
