Page 61 of Hate to Love You

When he releases me, I whisper, “I really like that.” The pleasure flooding through me is dizzying.

“Me, too.”

He presses more kisses against my mouth and makes his way to my throat. His warm breath feathers against my flesh, heating me from the inside out and making me feel needy and feverish. I wiggle beneath him, wanting to run my hands over every sculpted slab of muscle. And make no mistake, Brody is all carved strength.

I can’t remember foreplay ever feeling so good. With Reed, it was always hurried as if we were racing toward the finish line. And the two guys after him weren’t any different. No one has ever taken their time to simply explore me.

And that, I’m only now realizing, makes all the difference in the world.

Brody’s mouth drifts toward my chest. I’m wearing a scooped-neck shirt, so he has easy access to my collarbone. His mouth dips to the valley between my breasts, nuzzling the sensitive skin.

When his hands cup my breasts, I nearly levitate off the couch. With careful fingers, he kneads the soft flesh until my nipples are hard little points. His lips hover over one of the tips, his warm breath feathering against me. Lowering his mouth, he gently bites my nipple through the thin material of my shirt. Pleasure tinged with pain floods through me.

“Brody,” I groan, arching my back to get closer.

“You like that?”

“Love it,” I admit on a breathy sigh.

Now that I’ve had a small taste, I’m greedy for more.

The feel of his mouth through my clothes isn’t nearly enough to satiate me. Lust and longing swirl through me and settle in my core. I whimper when he fists the hem of my shirt and shoves it over my breasts, exposing the teal cheetah print bra I’m wearing.

He stares at it for a long moment before his gaze slices to mine. The heat filling his eyes nearly singes me alive.

“Now that’s an unexpected surprise,” he growls with appreciation.

My lips bow up at the corners. “Glad you approve.”

“Oh, I more than approve.” Lowering his head, he scrapes his teeth against the silk covering my breasts.

Unable to control my body’s response, I writhe beneath him, wanting more contact. Wanting to feel his hands and mouth on me.

“As much as I love this bra, it needs to go.”

I couldn’t agree more.

I don’t give myself time to consider the ramifications of my actions. If I did, this episode would come to a screeching halt, and I’m not ready for that to happen.

His fingers delve into the lacy cups and maneuver the soft flesh out of them. I shiver as cool air kisses my naked breasts. Brody strums his thumbs over the hard peaks. Lowering his mouth, he wraps his lips around one turgid point and sucks it deep inside his mouth.

The warmth disappears from one nipple only to descend upon the other. I gasp when he makes contact. Even though he told me not to, I lower my arms and slide my fingers through his thick hair, holding him in place as he draws upon my flesh. It’s as if there is an invisible thread connecting the nipple in his mouth to my core. Every pull of his lips, every stroke of his velvety tongue against the stiff peak, sets off an avalanche of sensation within me.

Just when I can’t stand another moment of his warm mouth, Brody pulls away and stares into my eyes. I imagine that mine look just as dazed and heated as his do.

“I should—”

“Yes!” I practically shout, wanting him to take this further. I’ve never felt this turned-on before. It’s nothing short of a revelation.

“Go,” he finishes lamely.

Wait a minute…what?

He blinks but remains silent.

“You’re leaving?” I whisper dumbly, unable to believe I heard him correctly.

But I must have because he’s already off the couch. The weight of his body, which had felt so delicious moments ago, disappears. He backs away like he just found out I’m contagious. Flummoxed by his abrupt shift in attitude, I stare mutely. I’m still sprawled on the couch cushions. My shirt is shoved against my chin, and my breasts look like two sunny-side up eggs being served on a platter.

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