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Chapter Nine
The acute heat of Brody’s hand grazing mine makes it impossible to still my heart as he walks me home. For the first time since I met him, he’s quiet. Every step has my insides coiling tighter. Every second of silence makes it harder to breathe. I know I shouldn’t still be thinking about our kiss or feeling the burn of his lips on mine. But every sideways glance I risk at him only makes the butterflies in my belly wilder.
Brody’s barely touched me since, and there’s an overwhelming rush of panic that’s roiling in my gut. Whether I want to admit it or not, I want more. I want to feel the yearning of his desire clawing at me with his rough grip and growly groans.
“This is you,” he says, clearing his throat.
I’ve never been so disappointed at the sight of my front door. While I step into the alcove and open the door, I can feel him watching me. His stare burns through me, and when I spin to look at him, he gives me that crooked smile that makes my already racing heart pound harder. I’m waiting for him to make a move, but aside from slipping his hands into his back pockets, he holds my stare. I don’t know what he’s waiting for, but it’s making me crazy and I can’t take another second of this. I can’t ignore the need rushing through me as I take a step toward him.
“Nightcap?” The shaky question rumbles from me before I can think better of it.
“I don’t drink.”
“There’s soda and water…tap water.” God, I sound flustered and so in over my head that I cringe when he chuckles, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
Isn’t this what he wanted all this time? I don’t understand what’s happening as Brody continues watching me. Dark eyes meander over my body, pausing on my lips when I worry them.
“Don’t do that,” he says hoarsely, his hand cupping my jaw before his thumb pops my lip free of my teeth. His touch makes me tremble as I melt into him, but before I can stop him, Brody’s pulling back. “I should go.”
What’s changed? The question echoes around in my head. Louder and louder as I think over what’s happened between him kissing me and walking me home. I don’t get it. It was a good kiss…great…I think?
“Why did you kiss me?” I ask in a rush when he looks around him as though he’s about to walk away.
After a beat of holding my stare as though he’s waiting for me to answer my question for myself, he asks, “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Brody licks over his lips, and my insides tighten. My lips ache for his as my mouth waters for his kiss…another taste of him. I take a moment to drum up the courage to be honest with him and myself. It feels as though I’m putting all of myself on the line in this one second where I tell him, “I wanted it. I wanted you to kiss me.”
A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth with an almost imperceptible nod. But I keep waiting for him to come closer and he doesn’t. He’s still just standing there watching me with his hands in his pockets and his dark t-shirt pulling taut over his chest and shoulders as his muscular arms bulge. And all I can think about is the way they felt wrapped around me with his body grinding into mine and his gravelly breaths filling my lungs.
“I still want it…I want you to kiss me…please?” I add the latter, remembering how he told me he would kiss me if I asked him to.
Well, I’m asking. Against my better judgment. Contrary to every promise I made myself, since I was practically left standing at the altar. My chest is squeezing tighter and tighter by the second as he takes a step toward me, his hand grasping my chin.
A brow cocks with the narrowing of his eyes as they flit between mine and my lips. I’m not sure whether he’s teasing me or figuring out a way of letting me down slowly. Regardless, all I can do is wait as every molecule of my being begs for him to kiss me.
Grasping my hand in his, Brody tugs me to him firmly. His grip on my chin pinches as he wraps my arm around him and trails his hand over it to my shoulder. Raking his trimmed nails to my nape, he tunnels his fingers into my hair while his lips ghost over mine.
“All you had to do was ask, Angel,” he whispers, and before I can nod, his mouth is on mine. Without prelude, his tongue pushes into my mouth and all I can do is hold on as he guides me backwards through my door.
The ripple of his muscles beneath my hands brings me flush to him. My body bows with an unbearable urge to be completely consumed by his heat. Turning to close the door, he presses me into it with a snappy bite of my lip before he pulls away with a pop. His hands fall to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my jumpsuit down my arms as he looks down at me with intent blackening his eyes.
“If you can ask me to kiss you,” he rumbles, his stare tracing over my face and lowering down to my chest, “you can ask me to fuck you.” I nod, and he asks with a nudge of his nose on mine, “Is that what you want?”
I don’t have time to reply as he kisses me again, the scratch of his overgrown stubble causing me to shudder when he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses over my jaw to my ear.
“I can do that. I can fuck you better than your hottest fantasies, sweetheart.” The hiss of his words rolls through me, sparking every nerve to life while he works my jumpsuit over my hips before allowing it to pool at my feet. “I can fuck you in ways you don’t know you want to get fucked, Angel. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” The low cry bursts from me when his hand cups the apex of my thighs and he licks his way back to my mouth with the other hand coiling tightly in my hair. Meanwhile, my fingertips climb every rung of muscle up his torso, taking his shirt up.
Without pause, Brody tugs it over his head and throws it down on the floor along with my outfit that I’ve kicked to the side.
“Get up here,” he orders, gripping my hips and hoisting me up his body. When my legs are wrapped tightly around his hips with my feet clasped at his ass, he starts up the stairs.
The friction of our bodies as Brody takes each step is maddening. Leaving every inch of me burning with a desire I can’t contain. With a long leisurely lick up my throat, he nips at the sensitive flesh behind my ear.
“Don’t let go,” he whispers with a teasing chuckle as his hands cup my ass and his fingertips trail over my covered pussy.
My legs are shaking at the sensation of his hot touch. I can barely breathe when we reach the top of the stairs and he pins me against the wall with a low grunt and his groin grinds into me. The sound rushes through me, filling me with a desperation I’ve never felt for anything or anyone. I want him so badly. I need him more than my next breath. So when he tugs my arms from around his neck, pinning them to the wall above my head, I can’t find the air to gasp at the bite of his teeth on my lip.
