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Oh, my God, he didn’t just say that! My breath caught in my throat. He was close enough that there was no way to escape him if I wanted to. I must have been crazy, because I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to push his buttons.

“You like playing with fire,” he growled in a dangerous tone.

I was so turned on that my thighs became slick with my arousal. “Maybe I like getting burned.”

That got an instant and precise reaction out of Brody. He took that last step and slammed his palms on the wall on either side of my head, sandwiching me between him and the wall. Two hard, unyielding surfaces. I gasped as he leaned his face close to mine with flaring nostrils.

“Then brace yourself, Hellcat.”

Chapter 9

Lulu

I wasn’t sure what Brody meant, and I didn’t care. He slammed his mouth down on mine and kissed me in a rough, demanding way that left no doubt about the level of raw, volatile lust coursing through him. His mouth took control and mastered mine, nibbling and chewing on my lips in between the scorching kisses that demanded my total submission. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into my mouth to slide over mine and drag deep moans of gratification from me.

I’d been kissed before, but not like this. Never like this.

Club whores didn’t get kissed much.

Our mouths were saved for something far dirtier.

Brody’s kiss was intimate.

It was hot. Wet.

Personal.

And what it was making me feel confused the hell out of me.

Electricity crackled through my body, firing all my senses at the feel of Brody’s hard body crushing mine. The hot, velvet rod of his cock throbbed against my belly, spreading warm and sticky precum over my skin. I raised my hands to touch him but he just as quickly grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head against the wall. He used one hand to shackle them while his other traveled down my neck and chest, pausing at the tip of my breast. I moaned and arched my back, encouraging him to take what he wanted.

Wondering why he didn’t want me to touch him.

I wiggled and squirmed against him, reaching for the pinnacle of satisfaction that would only come if my hands were free and running over his body. It wasn’t enough that my breasts and belly were flush against the magnificent hardness of his torso. That his hands had free rein to explore me wherever he wanted to. I wanted--needed--my hands on him too. Finally, in frustration I bit down on his bottom lip.

It didn’t garner the reaction that I wanted. Instead, I heard a growl rumble up his throat, right before he tore his mouth off mine and latched on to my nipple.

“Awe! Damn you, Brody!” I swore, arching against him. I wasn’t used to being restrained during sex. In fact, I was usually the one dishing out more pleasure than my partner. I loved sex and I loved experiencing every nuance of it. Brody was limiting my participation, and it frustrated the hell out of me. He moved back and forth, making sure both nipples received the same lavish attention. “Let me touch you!” I demanded.

He ignored me, biting and kissing his way over my body until I trembled and my knees threatened to buckle. His mouth sucked and nibbled along my neck and shoulders, down my chest and quivering breasts, and lower, down my belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. When he reached my pussy his teeth grazed over the smooth, plump flesh, causing me to pant faster. I pushed my pussy against the tease of his mouth, inviting more, and whimpered when his nose glided over my clit and his tongue licked across my slit.

“Fuck!” I cried, feeling a gush of wetness explode from my core. Yes! This is what I wanted. This is what I needed! “More!”

“Fuck, baby, give me some more of that cream,” he rasped before parting my folds and exploring inside.

His strong hands grasped my hips as he pulled me closer to his mouth, and he began to eat me out as if I were his last meal before execution. It was all I could do to remain on my feet. Brody wasn’t a gentle lover. He lapped up my juices and focused on my sensitive clit, while thrusting two fingers inside me and fucking me fast and hard with them. I moved my hips in rhythm, panting loudly and chasing an orgasm that remained just out of reach. Mostly due to Brody. The damned man seemed to know when I was close, and then he would stop and pull back.

After he’d done that a few times, my eyes flew open with disbelief. “No!”

“Should I let you come?”

He was breathing hard too, and I’d been so caught up in what he was doing to me that I hadn’t even realized that he’d let go of my hands. I lowered my arms, tangling my fingers in his thick hair and tugging roughly. I didn’t have the wherewithal to respond to his question. I lifted a leg over his shoulder and thrust my wet pussy against his mouth.

“Please, Brody!” I sounded desperate, and didn’t care. I needed to come.

“Greedy little baby.” A gruff sound escaped him, and then his mouth and fingers were right back to where I needed them.

My new position allowed him to go deeper. I wanted his cock in me too, but right then I wanted his mouth to finish what it had started. It didn’t take long for the feeling to return at full force, and soon his tongue on my clit and his fingers strumming my G-spot made me convulse and cry out wildly.

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