Page 38 of All The Way Under
He slides his hand between my thighs, and I gasp, but he pauses. He continues washing me, setting my skin ablaze. He stops before his hand brushes between my legs and spins me to wash my back, pulling me back between his legs, my back against his chest. His hands are rough, calloused, but somehow feel soft against my skin.
He unhooks my black bra and slides it down my arms. I toss it on the rock next to me, reveling in the fact that this is finally happening. It doesn’t matter that I’m bone tired. His touch gives me a second and third wind. It’s a craving nothing has ever matched.
He reaches in front of me with lathered hands and clutches my breasts, pulling me to lean against his chest between his legs. I exhale, rolling my head back against his shoulder, tipping my chin up. Brody rolls my nipples between his fingers before sliding his big hands down between my legs, pulling my panties to the side.
“Is this what you want?” he rasps in my ear.
It sends a shiver down my spine as the heat grows from the touch of his hands, his voice finally giving me what I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on him—validation that I’m not crazy. This. Is. Something.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I scoot back, until I can feel his cock against my back, giving him a better access, knees splayed open.
“Unfortunately, yes,” I reply, my tone a breathy plea for more. “This is exactly what I want.”
Twirling my clit between his fingers, a flood of wetness pools between my legs.
“The question…” I ask, breathing heavily, turning my head to glimpse his face, “Is this what you want?”
His square jaw works. I can feel it against the side of my head.
“I want to be rough because of what you put me through for the past three weeks. But I’m also tired.” His voice is a low growl, edging me closer to the brink. “Tired because I don’t sleep while I’m lying next to you.”
Brody’s heart is hammering against my back, and his slick skin warms. My own heart pounds in unison, hearing him say words I’ve only dreamed of.
“Lying close to you only makes me want to be inside you. Eviscerating you. Taking everything from you that I haven’t been brave enough to take.”
His breathing is jagged against my ear as he presses his lips against the rim.
“I’m not sure I have the energy for what I’ve dreamed about—the need I have inside me. There’s no way I can wait another day.”
He licks my ear, sending shockwaves throughout me.
“Another hour,” Brody growls, then bites my lobe. Hard enough for me to know he means business.
“Or another second,” he finishes.
I do too. I come apart, arching my back as his thick fingers work my clit to an oblivion. The rapture is immediate. I close my eyes and ride the orgasm as the waves pulse.
Brody whispers into my ear. “You like that?”
I nod, unable to form full sentences.
“You. Are. Mine,” his voice rumbles against my neck.
He bites the skin gently, inhaling deeply, like he’s trying to consume me. His words are more powerful than the orgasm. It’s the first time I forget where I am and what I’m enduring because of who I’m with.
Turning my head, I angle my body to the side so I can kiss him.
He beats me to it, grabbing my face with both his hands and crushing his lips into mine. It’s aggressive.
This has built for weeks, the chemistry we’ve buried with jokes and teasing.
Brody bites my bottom lip and pulls away. It hurts. It will leave a mark, but I want more. I want him to mark my body inch by inch. This is the first time in my life I want a man toownme.
The kiss slows, his tongue languidly brushing against mine as he opens his mouth, tasting me. I can smell his scent mixed with the lather of the soap. It’s intoxicating. If you could bottle it, women would clamor for miles to give their life savings for a bottle.
Being this close to him makes my head spin. What’s going to happen when he’s finally inside me?
