Page 35 of New Hope, Old Grudges

“I don’t want to sleep in the guest room,” I rasped. “In fact, I don’t plan on sleeping at all. But I will feel your bed against my back.”

ChapterTwelve

WILLOW

As soon asI spoke the words, Brody’s gaze zeroed in on me with a carnal hunger I felt in my pussy.

“Will…” he tried to lean back, but I grabbed on to the sides of his shirt. “You don’t say shit like that to me,” he warned as I held on to him. “Not if you don’t mean it. You’ve been drinking, you had a scare, an emotional moment with your family... I’m not takin’ advantage of that.”

“No,” I leaned forward, gripping the sides of his shirt tighter, inhaling his scent and tilting my chin upward so my lips were almost brushing his. “I don’t want the good guy sheriff thinking about whether or not I’m in my right mind. I want the guy who will fuck me into oblivion because he’s wanted to since the moment he saw me.” My breath hit his face, and I almost kissed him. But I pulled back at the last minute.

“But if you’re not that guy…” I leaned back on the couch, letting go of his shirt before acting as if I were about to get up from the sofa.

Brody’s hand circled my wrist tightly. The skin protested just a little, but in a way I liked, then he yanked me back to him, lifting me so I was straddling him.

I gasped. We were both wearing soft sweats, and his rock-hard cock found my clit through the fabric. I rubbed against him on instinct, already ready to explode from the friction.

“I’m that fuckin’ guy,” he growled against my mouth. “I’m the fuckin’ guy who’s gonna fuck you so good you’re only ever gonna be mine from this moment on.”

I opened my mouth to let him know that I was never going to belong to any man let alone him, but I didn’t get the words out because he kissed me.

Hard.

It wasn’t a kiss. It felt like a brand. Like his lips were searing ownership onto my very soul.

I rubbed myself against him like a wild animal, already ready to explode from a kiss and some dry humping. Like I was in high school.

Except I didn’t kiss let alone dry hump anyone in high school, and if I had, it certainly wouldn’t have been Brody Adams.

Instead of those thoughts being cold water to my burning-hot desire, they only fueled the fire more. Because I was on top of Brody Adams, his cock was hard for me, he wanted to brand me with his kiss, he wanted me to be his.

Which meant I had all the power.

I pulled my head back, even though all I wanted to do was get lost in the kiss. Brody’s eyes were molten with desire, mad with it. His body was rigid with need, his hands kneading into my ass.

“I want you to make me come,” I informed him.

His eyes flared. “Oh, I fuckin’ plan on it, baby.” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I put my finger to his lips.

“No, I want you to get on your knees right here, bury your face in my pussy then eat me until I scream.”

I didn’t know where this was coming from. I’d never spoken to a man like this in the bedroom before. Dirty talk made me feel fraudulent and awkward.

But the words came out of my mouth of their own volition, and I got a rush of satisfaction seeing Brody’s face twitch with surprise followed by a wicked smile.

“Oh, I can definitely fuckin’ do that,” he rasped. “You want to order me around, Will? You want me on my knees for you?”

I nodded, cheeks hot.

Brody didn’t hesitate. He pushed up from the sofa, then I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct. Brody let out a low growl as I rubbed my pussy against his rigid length.

I almost took back my demand. Almost amended it with an order for him to fuck me right there, right then.

“Is this what you had in mind that night at the bar?” He nipped at my lower lip. “You think this would be punishment?”

He dropped me carefully onto the sofa, arching me up so he could tug off my sweats and panties in one smooth move.

The warm air hit my skin, making me instantly aware of how exposed I was when Brody knelt at my feet. My bravado rapidly fell away, and I attempted to close my legs, suddenly shy.

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