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She smacked his shoulder. "No."
"Then we have all night, don't we?"
"I guess we do."
He kissed her shoulder. "I've thought about you--about this--for a long time, Tori. I want to get to know your body. I'm not in any hurry."
She let out a sigh. He was just too damn perfect, which ratcheted up her anxiety level to the nth degree. Why couldn't he be a jerkwad who dragged her to the bedroom, screwed her brains out and dumped her back at her car with a pat on the butt and a transparent promise to call her tomorrow? It would make this so much easier.
Instead, he was putting slow seduction moves on her that were shattering her from the inside out.
He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. Her breath caught as he drew it down, his gaze on hers as he grabbed the other strap and pulled her bra off, baring her breasts.
He cupped one, lazily brushing his thumb over an aching nipple, then bent to take it between his lips. She arched into him, a part of her unable to believe that she was here, that he was touching her, had his mouth on her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him there, hoping this moment would never end. The pleasure was unbearable, and when he lifted and smiled that devilish smile at her, every female part of her tightened.
He smoothed his hand down her stomach, popping the button on her jeans with ease. He eased the zipper down and she reached for his wrist to stop him.
"I'm not going to be the only one with no clothes on," she said.
He grinned, and rose up on his arms to climb over her. "I can fix that."
He held out his hand and drew her off the sofa. "Let's go play on that big bed."
With a shaky sigh, she let him lead her into the bedroom. He flipped the light on and pulled her into his arms, kissing her so thoroughly she was lightheaded, before depositing her on the edge of the bed.
He drew his shirt over his head, and she sucked in a breath at his wide shoulders, expansive chest and those abs--oh, dear God his stomach. She always ogled the male fashion models and their six-pack abs, figuring they were an anomaly. Apparently not, because Brody had a stacked eight-pack going on. She reached out to smooth her hand over his rippled muscles.
"Damn," she said.
He grinned. "Thanks. You have a pretty hot body yourself, though I can't wait to get you naked so I can put my hands and mouth all over you."
She shuddered at the thought. "Let's get you naked so we can get me naked and move on to the fun stuff, then."
She loved that he was in no hurry to get to her body. And when he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, she wondered what the hell he was doing in construction, when his gorgeous face and body could be blazing the billboards just like those athletes and models. With no sense of modesty he shucked the briefs, and she sent up a short prayer of thanks that she was going to have sex with this amazing man tonight.
She unashamedly looked her fill, then her gaze drifted up to his face where he quirked a smile.
"Now it's your turn," he said.
She reached for her jeans, but he pushed her back on the bed.
"It's more fun if I get to do that."
He peeled her jeans down her hips and over her legs, then draped her clothes over the chair next to the bed.
"These are nice," he said, smoothing his hand over her peach-colored silk-and-lace panties. He drew her legs over the edge of the bed and cupped her sex, then dropped down to his knees between her legs.
He pressed a kiss to her hip bone, slowly dragging one side of her panties down. Then he moved to the other side, kissed her hip bone again, drew her panties over her hips and pulled them down her legs. He flung them over his shoulder and spread her legs. Tori breathed deeply as he looked up at her.
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" he asked.
"Not lately."
"I've always thought you were beautiful," he said, smoothing his hand over her thigh and down her leg. He pressed a kiss to her knee. "But, Tori, you're beautiful everywhere."
She couldn't breathe as he pressed kisses to her inner thighs. And when he put his mouth on her sex, she nearly died from the pleasure. She arched her hips upward, lost in the sensations as he played a masterful game with his tongue that took her right to the very edge of oblivion.
He gripped her hips and she reached for him, holding on to his hands as his expert mouth brought her so close to orgasm she bit her lip to keep from coming. Because this was pleasure she'd waited seemingly a lifetime for, had fantasized about, and now that it was real, she wanted to hold on, to savor the moment. But oh, he was so good, and she couldn't stop the rollercoaster of her climax as it plummeted her right over the cliff.
She cried out as she came, and Brody stayed right there with her, clasping her hands and using his mouth to heighten her pleasure until the pulses died down and she lowered her hips to the bed.
Brody raised up and scooted her further onto the bed as he climbed up her body, his mouth coming down on hers in a blistering kiss that stole what few senses she had left.
He let go of her only long enough to grab a condom and put it on, and then he rolled her underneath him and slid inside her. She gasped as he filled her.
He stilled, and she held on to his arms, watching him, feeling him expanding inside her.
"Fucking perfect," he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.
Emotion swelled and she pushed it aside. This wasn't emotional. It was sex and nothing more. And as he moved against her, nearly shattering her again, she shielded her heart and closed her eyes, focusing only on the incredible sensations every stroke he made evoked.
"Tori."
Her heart clenched at the soft timbre of Brody's voice, like a caress, licking at the core of her soul.
"Tori, look at me."
She opened her eyes and he moved inside her.
"Stay with me."
He surged within her and grabbed one of her hands, lifting it above her head. He ground against her, slow and easy, the movement so intimate as he locked gazes with her. She felt each stroke all the way to her toes. What this man did to her tore her apart. Somehow she knew it was going to be like this--consuming every part of her and beyond just the physical. And as he brushed his lips across hers, the searing tenderness of it was her undoing. A cry tore from her and she shattered, tightening around him as she came.
With a low growl, he thrust into her in rapid succession, clenching her hip as he buried himself deep and shuddered with his own climax. She wrapped her legs around him and held him, lost in the sensations--lost in Brody.
She'd long ago lost her heart to him. Making love with him had only cemented the love she had felt for him all these years. And as he rolled her
over to her side and wrapped her tightly against him, she wondered how she was going to survive this with her heart intact.
Brody had expected great sex. Tori was fiery and passionate in everything she did, and he knew that would extend to the bedroom. What he hadn't expected was the lightning bolt of emotion that had hit him when she'd turned those emerald-green eyes on him, the connection he'd feel to her when he was inside her.
He liked sex--a lot. It released endorphins and hey, it was fun. What wasn't to like about it for both parties? But he'd never connected emotionally to it, because he'd never been attached to anyone before.
Until now.
And as he held Tori and stroked the softness of her skin, he wondered what the hell he was going to do about everything he was feeling right now, because this was new territory. Normally he'd cut and run, because he liked to keep things light and easy and non-complicated.
But this was Tori, whose middle name was complicated.
Which left things between them--where, exactly?
He tipped her chin and brushed his lips across hers. She smiled up at him, her eyes half lidded and sleepy. She snuggled up against his chest and pressed her body against his, where she fit perfectly.
Typically when a woman insinuated herself into his bed for the night, he'd start to think about how fast he could get her out of his house in the morning.
With Tori, he didn't feel that way. He felt...comfortable with her here. In his bed, and in his house.
And maybe in his life.
He should go to sleep before he started to think too much about what the hell that meant. There was already too much going on in his head as it was.
Chapter Seven
When Tori woke the next morning, she had a few seconds of disorientation. First, she was in a very comfortable, oversized monstrosity of a bed, so it definitely wasn't hers.
Second, underused muscles were sore, and then she remembered last night.
And Brody, which reminded her where she was.
In Brody's bed, with no Brody in sight. But she smelled bacon. And coffee. And her stomach growled in response.
She started to throw the covers off to get dressed, but Brody came through the door right then with a tray.
"Don't get dressed," he said. "I have coffee and breakfast."
"In bed? I can come into the kitchen."
"No." He set the tray down and poured a cup of coffee that he filled with two dollops of cream, then added a spoonful of sugar, just the way she made hers. He handed her the cup. "I want us to eat in bed."
