Page 21 of Lulu

Brody threw his head back and roared. “You of all people should be used to seeing a naked body in the morning.”

Asshole!Well, two could play at that game. He had no idea how hard it was to pretend that his naked magnificence didn’t bother me. I wanted to see how well Brody ignored the sight ofmynudity. I knew that I had a good body. I reached down and gripped the edge of the t-shirt I had on and pulled it up over my head. I let it drop to the floor as I met his eyes with a dare, which turned his eyes dark and slightly menacing. I didn’t let it stop me from raising a brow with a silent challenge.

His eyes moved over me in a visual caress, slowly, leaving my whole body tingling in its wake. I felt every small response, from the tightening of my nipples into hard points, my breasts rising and falling with my accelerated breath, to the gush of slick wetting my pussy and thighs. I was mesmerized by the taut arousal spreading across his face as his gaze explored me, and I wondered what he was thinking. It did a lot for my ego when his cock bobbed stronger than ever, and I swear I watched the magnificent tool grow even larger.

I swallowed hard. “Ready to talk?” I heard the husky quality in my tone but that was to be expected. I was beyond horny. It appeared that Brody was too, but for some reason he was denying us both.

His eyes narrowed on mine. “Are you trying to get hurt?” His tone was gruff and slightly pissed.

I wasn’t worried. I’d never thought Brody capable of hurting me. “No, and how would I do that?”

“By making me lose control?” His mouth was set in a hard line.

Oh, now I understood. I found his comment slightly funny and shrugged. “You didn’t lose control a few minutes ago, and you’ve seen me naked before, or close to it. Besides, why would you losing control hurt me?”

The tic in his lean jaw should have warned me to stop provoking Brody. I didn’t really know him that well, and I wasn’t sure what he was capable of. I’d heard talk around the clubhouse about what he did for a living, but nothing had ever been confirmed. If he was a killer then I was playing with fire.

Fire had always excited me.

“You don’t really know me, baby. Once I lose control I don’t stop.”

“Would you kill me?”

“No, but by the time I’m done with you, you might wish I had.”

Ohmygod!

He wasn’t kidding.

Was this still about sex?

Our eyes remained locked. His were hiding secrets, dark and dangerous in an expression that was frightening in the way his nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. His longish hair was tussled, and for the first time I noticed that he was slowly making his way toward me. His hand was on his cock, fisting it tightly as he pumped it leisurely. For some reason I got the feeling that my insolence was turning him on more than the sight of my nakedness. I could feel my heart beating wildly, feel my pulse throb as I realized that I was turned on by the fear that he evoked in me.

Maybe I’d been with the Desert Rebels for too long, and now craved the brutal roughness of a hard, meaningless fuck. Of being taken up against the wall or in a public place. Brody looked like he could deliver the kind of excitement I enjoyed, but there was something else. I didn’t belong to him. He wasn’t my protector. But he could very well be the kryptonite I’d been searching for. I’d thought I’d found it once before a long time ago, but club whores didn’t get a happily ever after with the bikers they fucked. Well, scratch that--Bobbie had gotten hers with Demon.

The closer Brody got to me, the more nervous I became. His savage expression never wavered. I licked my lips, seeing his eyes drop there. The atmosphere surrounding us was thick with sexual awareness and charged with electric currents that seemed to crackle between us. The hunger spreading through me wasn’t surprising, but the intensity of it was. Maybe my awareness of him was heightened because I’d wondered for so long what being claimed by him would be like.

I’d wondered about it for years.

And hewouldclaim me.

If I let him.

I backed up until my backside bumped against the wall. My lips parted on a gasp. Brody halted just inches away, his hand still on his dick. I glanced down to see how close he was, nearly moaning out loud at the sight of precum dripping onto the floor between us. I wanted that pearly goodness on my tongue. What would he do if I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth?

He moved until the head of his cock brushed against my lower stomach. The feel of it was hot and wet, and this time I did moan. Jesus, if this kept up, I’d come before he ever even touched me. The anticipation was overwhelming.

“Are you going to tease me into an orgasm?” I asked breathlessly, and with a little humor.

Brody moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. His hand was at my throat as he growled down into my face, “I don’t hurt women, Lulu, but there’s a monster inside me who likes to hurt and destroy, and once you flip that switch there’s no going back until he’s satisfied.”

I wanted to know what switch he was talking about. Was he referring to what he did for a living? Maybe challenging him hadn’t been such a good idea. I couldn’t look away from the piercing directness of his eyes. Sensing the truth of what Brody was telling me, I felt real fear for the first time, but I didn’t let it show.

I was skilled at assessing a situation and doing what had to be done. Years of handling grumpy, rowdy, sexually-charged bikers had taught me well. But this was a side of Brody I’d never seen before. I was slightly alarmed, while also being intensely turned on at the same time.

I threw caution to the wind. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Don’t you know it’s not safe to antagonize a killer?”

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