Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Brody’s nostrils flare, and a muscle jumps in his jaw. For a moment, I’m not sure what he’s going to do then he spins me around. I’m facing the kitchen counter as he grinds into me from behind.
“You’re so damn sexy.” He sounds almost pained as he nips at my shoulder. He follows each one with a kiss and I find I like the pain. Like the way his lips immediately soothe it.
He slides a hand around my stomach, kneading the soft flesh. He’s murmuring something against my skin as he continues to press kisses along my shoulder. I can’t hear his words, but his tone is filled with such reverence that I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. More than that, I’m his woman. At least, for now.
I close my eyes against the pain the thought causes. If this is all I’m ever going to get with Brody, then I’m going to take it. I can deal with a shattered heart in the morning.
8
CHARLIE
I never imagined I could feel this good. He flicks open the front clasp on my bra. He helps me shrug out of it and cups my breast. He makes a grunt of appreciation as he massages the heavy flesh with his calloused fingers. I’ve never had a man touching me in this place, never knew it could feel so good to have him running his thumb along my puckered nipples.
Brody’s other hand is touching the soft curves of my stomach, tracing along my stretch marks and cellulite. He touches me with adoration, like I’m a priceless work of art that he treasures. He trails his hand lower until he meets the waistband of the pajama pants I’m wearing. He toys with the string holding them up. “Push me away now, lamb.”
I couldn’t push him away if my next breath depended on it. I’ve wanted this man for so long and now he’s finally here. He might not think he’s worthy but he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to share my body with.
Reaching for the string, I tug on it. The material pools at my feet, leaving me instantly exposed in my white thong. Goose bumps dot my flesh. They have nothing to do with the chill in the air and everything to do with the sexy man behind me.
“Fuck, you really are going to kill me,” he breathes out the words as his hand trails lower. He cups my pussy through my panties, and the move is all masculine possessiveness. This is what I’ve wanted my whole life. To be owned by Brody Carson. To be his and only his.
I melt against him, letting his body hold mine up. But he doesn’t stumble under my weight. He absorbs it, just like he always has. My constant rock and my safe place, the one man I can run to no matter what.
“You’re wet,” he whispers and there’s something in his tone. Surprise and awe that make me want to reassure him.
“It’s all for you.” The words are a desperate confession. I can’t believe after years of fantasizing about this moment that it’s finally here. He’s touching me. His big fingers are slipping beneath the thin material of my thong and stroking me.
“So soft and perfect.” He hums his approval and it’s everything to me. I never realized how much I want to please this man until this moment. His approval is a drug I’ve craved my whole life and tonight I’m getting my first taste.
His blunt thumb finds my clit and he circles it. His touch is feather-light, but my body is already addicted to him. “Have you ever touched yourself, lamb?”
My cheeks flame, thinking of all those times in my apartment when I’d laid awake at night and imagine him next to me. I’d think of all the dirty things he’d want to do to me, and I’d end up so achy and hot. “S-sometimes.”
“Good job, my dirty girl.” His words send a wave of pleasure through me. I’d never thought I’d like to be called dirty. But when Brody does it, I lap it up. He makes me feel wanted, like I belong with him and to him. I want to be dirty with him. I want to be dirty for him.
He slips a finger into my channel, and I moan. He’s so big and so thick that he has to work it in there. But he does, patiently inch by inch he claims my body. “You’re so tight and small. Gonna have to open you up.”
More moisture gushes out of me at what he’s saying. I want everything from him. I have for three long years.
He adds a second finger, slowly working my body until I’m panting and humping his hand. I’m desperate for the release he’s offering and when he runs his thumb along my clit, that’s all it takes. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids and my whole body goes taught as pleasure overwhelms me. Again and again, the pounding pulse continues until I slump against him. Brody catches all of my weight wrapping an arm around my waist. “You did good for me.”