“The feeling is mutual,” I gasped out, and then it hit.
Pleasure ripped through me, every nerve alive and singing, every muscle contracting. I saw stars. Brody’s hand was tight on my hair, holding my face like a trophy, watching my every microexpression as I came.
And I fucking loved it. I loved his rough tenderness and his ruthless pursuit of pleasure. I loved how unrelentingly strong his grip was, while still being gentle. I loved every single part of it.
Then he came, and I loved it even more. He stiffened, a red flush working up his corded neck and washing over his face. His usual cocky expression was long gone, and he looked nearly pained;he thrust a few more times against me, jerking his hips, his dick pulsing so hard I could feel it, even through our clothes.
After, when he’d stopped moving and the rush of adrenaline and pleasure waned, reality slowly set in.
“Oh God,” I murmured. I leaned back on my elbows and looked around. “The cameras.”
“I’ll wipe them,” he muttered thickly.
I nodded, swallowing hard. Tingles of pleasure still lingered in my system, and it was hard to straighten up when Brody did. I sat on the very edge of the counter and watched him push a hand through his hair and straighten his T-shirt, then readjust the bulge in his pants. I could just imagine the sticky mess in there, and the thought threatened to make me hot all over again.
I watched him piece his control back together, bit by bit. His shoulders straightened, and he turned to face me.
His face was still flushed, and his hair still tousled, and he was beautiful in that moment. He opened his mouth to speak, and I rushed in. I couldn’t listen to his rejection. I had to take control of the situation and manage my feelings. I had to take my power back.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to give me some speech about it being a mistake and all of that. It is what it is, and it’s done now. No point in worrying about it.” I pushed myself up and slid to the floor.
I smoothed my hair back and stretched this way and that. Brody’s gaze fell across my body, and I knew he was seeing how hard my nipples still were.
“I don’t like taking sleeping pills, and since you took my vibrator, getting to sleep has been a challenge. Tonight should be better, thanks,” I said with a quick smile and turned to make my escape.
He still hadn’t spoken, and I decided not to stick around and let him. What did I want from him anyway? Anything he said would only ruin the postorgasmic glow I had going on. I wanted to go to my bed, lie down, and savor these good feelings.
“Goodnight,” I called over my shoulder, making for the staircase.
“Selena,” Brody called.
I stopped, not turning back to look at him. Not trusting myself to. “What?”
“I’m leaving for London tomorrow.”
What?I’d had no idea. I still didn’t turn back. I didn’t want him to see anything he shouldn’t on my face.
“Okay, sounds fun. Send me a postcard,” I managed to toss over my shoulder.
“Be good,” Brody continued.
I paused again.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone. I’ll be watching.”
I just nodded. I didn’t have the energy to argue right now. I needed to be gone.
I put my head down and hightailed it up the stairs.
Brody
I blinkedmy eyes open when the loudspeaker announced our descent into Heathrow. I’d actually slept for once on the plane. Cal sat in the row across from me, but I couldn’t see more than his sneakers behind the first-class partitions.
I checked my watch. It was late afternoon in Hade Harbor.
What is she doing now?
Fuck. Thoughts of Selena had infected my brain. It was hard to force them out. Last night… a flash of heat tore through me at the memory. She was hot, beyond hot, and messy and out of control. She madememessy and out of control. And it was an addictive feeling.
