Page 44 of Break Out

“What’s going on?” I ask wrap my arms around her. Fighting the urge to play with her breasts that are pressed against my arm. If she’s having second thoughts about us, about this, I want to know, so I force myself to take a few deep breaths and ignore my hard cock.

She huffs out a breath and sags against me. “You’re going to laugh.”

“Never, Aubrey. Never.”

“I’m not used to being the center of a guy’s attention like this. Your question threw me off. I froze.”

“What the fuck?” I bite out.

“I’m—I—“ She shifts in my arms and starts to pull away.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m not upset at you. I’m trying to figure out how you’ve never been the center of attention for any of the guys you’ve dated.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Aubrey says, trying to pull herself out of my arms again.

“If you really mean that, I’ll respect it. If you’re only saying it because you feel embarrassed or whatnot, then I think we should talk about it.”

She takes a few deep breaths before finally saying, “I want you, Brody.”

Thank fuck.

She turns in my arms until she’s kneeling in front of me, topless, her breasts pressing against me. I fist my hands at my side so I don’t reach out and touch her, letting her take control.

“This is all new to me. Not sex, because I’ve had sex.” She blushes, shaking her head before continuing. I fight a grin at her words but remain silent. “It’s new to me being with someone . . . Someone who clearly wants to put my needs above their own. So be patient with me.”

“Always.”

She leans in and kisses me but pulls back far too quickly. “Touch me,” she whispers.

I’m happy to oblige and in one swift movement, she’s flat on her back, her chest heaving, and I’m hovering over her. I kiss down her neck and chest, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. I’m not a breast man, but fucking hell, are Aubrey’s perfect.

She’s perfect.

All of her.

And I. Can’t. Get. Enough.

Already.

And I haven’t even had all of her.

“Brody,” she whines. “More.” She moans, her fingers tangled in my hair.

I lift off her and prop myself on my side. “May I?” I ask, skating my fingers along the waistline of her shorts.

My heart is in my throat as I wait for her to answer. We’ve crossed so many lines tonight, but this one is the biggest. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she nods, and I slowly lower her shorts and underwear, tugging them off and tossing them over the edge of the bed.

“Beautiful,” I say, staring down at the woman below me. My eyes trace over her gorgeous naked body.

She’s fucking beautiful.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Chapter eighteen

Aubrey

I hear the emotion in his voice as he asks the question, and I don’t have an answer. Because I’m wondering the exact same thing. How did I get so lucky? Brody leans down, brushing his lips against one of my nipples.