Page 60 of Finding A Way Back Home

Disbelief popped my jaw open as I gaped down at him. “Hey!” I croaked. “Not fair.”

“Trust me, baby, you’ve had me on edge for a decade. I think I owe you this.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I barked, mostly teasing, but not bothering to hide the desperation in my voice as he chuckled, raising his brows expectantly.

“It’ll be better this way anyway, or that’s what I’ve heard.”

“No—nono. Orgasms are better. Orgasms are always better.”

“And you’ll have one?—”

“Was about to,” I interjected petulantly.

“When I say so.” Okay, so that was hot, but not nearly as hot as his warm palms clamping down on my thighs and tugging me beneath him in one solid yank, towering over me with expectation written over every inch of his face. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed, El?”

Panting, desperate and a little pissed, I shook my head. God, he looked so victorious, so determined that my frustration ebbed away as he moved his fingers to his slacks to undo the buttons. I reached for him, but he froze, a mischievous smirk lifting his cheeks as he jerked his chin toward the headboard.

“Trust me, baby, I’ll make it worth it. Keep your hands above your head.”

“Excuse me?”

“Or I can just leave you laying there panting after me?” He shrugged, as though the outcome had no effect on him. The bulge straining against the zipper of his pants told a very different story.

“I never realized you were evil under that nice guy façade.”

“Remind me how evil I am when I have you spilling all over our bed, okay?”

“Not gonna happen.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I laughed, but pure, horny desperation saw his confidence and wanted to raise the bet. Eyes rolling, I stretched my arms over my head, grasping one wrist in the opposite hand as he stripped, and I watched, mesmerized by each revealed masculine line of muscle. Was it possible for him to be more breathtaking after a week apart? It shouldn’t have been, but my mouth popped open, chest pulling in ragged gulps of air, just as expectant as the first time.

“Good girl, keep your hands up there or this stops again, understand?” The man must’ve robbed me of my brain cells when he robbed me of that orgasm, because suddenly, I was nonverbal, hands fisting in the supple fabric over my head as a very naked Broderick dove between my legs, kissing my swollen, pulsing clit before using his fingers to rub tight circles as the other slipped two fingers inside me, curling again, and sending me into a feral kind of frenzy.

“Oh shit,” I breathed. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck.” My muttering continued as my body writhed under the overload of pleasure. “Broderick!” I cried out as the first roll of an orgasm wrapped around my core.

He withdrew, a defiant squawk tearing from me as he leaned back, but before I could protest, he hooked my feet onto his shoulders, hands on my thighs, and lined up with my entrance. The spark in those eyes promised me we’d relish every moment of this night.

One inch at a time, he smoothly slid down into me, the sensation rippling through me, head falling back. “Oh, God,” I panted.

“That’s a generous upgrade from Professor.”

My laugh only tightened the tension in my center before he started a steady rhythm of gentle thrusts.

“So damn beautiful, baby. Look how you stretch for me.”

I did, my mouth hanging open as it took every ounce of willpower to keep my eyes from slamming shut. But that attempt was futile the moment he began a vicious thrust.

“Oh, shit—” I threw my head back, eyes sliding shut as he jackhammered into me. There was sex, and then there was a claiming. There was pleasure, and then there was euphoria. Shattering beneath Broderick was the latter in every sense.

“That’s my girl. God, you look so good, El. So damn perfect. So responsive.”

I think I nodded, but my soul was hovering somewhere outside my body, looking back, watching as he obliterated me entirely. My hands slammed down onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he stuttered to a stop.

“What?” I breathed, the tone as close to begging as a woman with any sense of dignity could manage. Everything in my body had a pulse. “Broderick,” I groaned as he slipped free.

“What’d I say, Pix?”

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