“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his fingers smoothing along her labia and mons, giving her some of what she wanted, though it wasn’t nearly enough. He wasn’t touching for her pleasure anyway—he was looking for something he wouldn’t find. “Did you do this yourself?”

She nodded and rocked her hips, eyes closed while her breath came in shaky pants. If she could just get his fingers aligned with her clit...

“Stand up.”

“Huh?” She blinked her eyes open, brow bunched in confusion.

“I wanna see your pussy, sugar.” A feral grin twitched at his mouth as he hooked a finger in the band of her panties and tugged. “You’re bare and I bet you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Oh. Okay. Um...

“No one’s ever told you that before, have they?”

Never for her benefit. She shook her head and a flicker of something primal mixed with something even darker washed over his face.

“Fucking idiots. All of them.” Coasting her hands down the back of her thighs, he guided her up. Hazy and intense, his gaze stayed locked on hers until she stood in front of him, dripping wet with her feet planted on either side of his legs.

A bubble of unexpected emotion rose in her chest and her eyes darted away, heat in her cheeks once again. Dammit, she’d been with more men than she’d ever admit, yet Brody had a way of making her feel completely exposed. With her panties still on, for God’s sake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands drifting up the back of her calves. “You’re also stronger, more real than anyone I know and it blows my fucking mind that you’re here with me.”

He’s not going to hurt you, Jenn. Leap!

“Let your walls down, baby. Let me in.” His fingers reached her panties and, inch by slow inch, he slid them down. “Trust me.”

Her heart hammered a chaotic beat and her knees shook as she lifted one foot and then the other so he could rid her completely of the tangled satin. It landed on the floor next to her bra and the rest of their discarded clothing, and the movement distracted her just long enough that she missed him leaning in to place an open mouth kiss on the inside of her thigh.

“Ah!” Ticklish and already aroused, her hands wound in his hair on instinct. She didn’t mean to hold him in place, but she did and she felt his smile against her leg.

“See, your heart knows what it wants, baby. Maybe you should trust that, too.”

I’m trying...

“Or I could always convince you.” Another kiss, this one higher up. Wetter. “I was right, by the way.”

“Huh?” What was he talking about? “Brody!” Her hand flung out, reaching for the wall, as he jerked her right leg over his shoulder and buried his face between her legs.

All of her hesitation, all of her fear, all of her ability to think logically disappeared when his spread her open and stroked his thumb over her clit.

“Jesus fuck,” he groaned. “Look how goddamn pretty you are.”

Roses. She hoped there were roses at her funeral, because she was going. To. Freaking. Die.

“B-Brody...” she stammered, but his name was the only word that would come out. Every last one of her brain cells had turned to mush. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed about the trickle of moisture sliding down the inside of her thigh.

“I wanna taste you...” He caught the droplet on the tip of his tongue and growled. “But I won’t be able to stop once I start.”

Oh, God. Her entire body quivered in anticipation. It had been a damn long time since—

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until I fucking own it. Until you come harder than you ever have, knowing you belong to me now.”

Yes! I want that!

“I take care of what’s mine, sugar, and, if you’ll have me, I’m make it my personal mission to worship every beautiful inch of you, inside and out...thoroughly and as often as I fucking can.”

He gave her no time to respond—not that she could have—before he nuzzled in deep and did exactly what he promised. His tongue slid over every curve and valley of her sex, sucking and teasing every secret spot he could find. His stubble was an erotic contradiction of pleasure and pain and his fingers... God, his fingers, when they smoothed along her opening and then dipped inside. One at first, then two, expertly working inside of her, while his mouth zeroed in on her clit and drove her higher than she’d ever been.

She was floating. Suspended in the air and rising, seeking out that elusive high in which her entire world came together, balancing like a ball on top of a pin. Perfect and precise for a few short moments before detonating into a million pieces.

She gripped his hair and held on tight, because coming for Brody was a hundred times more potent than anything she’d experienced before. Like jumping from an airplane at twelve thousand feet. Fast and intense and so much better than the anticipation.

Brody stayed with her until every last pulse of orgasm fluttered in her sex and then suddenly he was on his feet, lifting her out of the tub. Her legs found a home around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom, both of them dripping.

One knee on the bed, he tumbled them down and she gave a soft gasp as her back hit the soft black comforter. Brody loomed above her, seeming larger than life, with a determined gleam in his eyes.

“You convinced yet, sugar?”

Oh yeah and, feeling empowered, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Not quite. Maybe you should get inside and try again.”

***

She was the most addicting ride he’d ever been on. Up and down like a roller coaster with her emotions and confidence in a way that would have normally freaked him the hell out. With Jenny, however, she was nothing but honest and real and he wanted her all the more because of it.

He groaned and wound his hands in the comforter when her thumb flicked across the frenulum end of his piercing. His balls drew up tight, too, and, if he didn’t get inside soon, he was gonna come in her hand like a teenager.

“I want to see it.” She licked her lips like she had more in mind than just looking and his hips flexed into her touch. If her hand felt this good, her mouth would kill him. “Please?”

How the hell could he deny that sweet pout?

Getting onto his knees, he pulled her up with him and reached into the nightstand for a strip of condoms.  The moonlight streaming through the window lit Jenny up like an ethereal angel, spread open, showing off her prettiest parts just for him. From her lowered eyelids and the way she purred, seeking out his cock once again, she obviously liked what it did to him, too.

“So hot,” she murmured, one hand on his shaft while the other cupped his balls. “I’ve never...with a piercing.”

Oh hell yeah. The primal, greedy part of his ego puffed its chest and he gave a crooked smile. “I’ll be gentle.”

She smiled, too, and before he realized her intent, she shifted to her knees and bobbed down on his dick. Jesus Christ, her mouth. So soft and wet. Her tongue wasted no time getting intimately acquainted with his barbell like it was her own personal novelty toy.

“Jenn...babe...fuuuck.” His hand slid down the middle of her back, the bumps of her spine so feminine beneath his fingers, as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and then deeper yet until she’d swallowed every inch of him. Christ. She did it again and again, tonguing his piercing until his ears rang and then taking him deep until he lost all sense of control. He roared into the moonlit room, giving into the urge to fuck her mouth until he blew. To claim this part of her, too.

No. Not like this. She deserved better than him shooting his load down her throat on their first go-round, dammit. This was Jenny, not some meaningless bar head he’d never see again. What the fuck was wrong with him?

A quick twist and lift and he had her on her back again, panting hard beneath him as he pressed his rock hard cock into her drenched folds. Like the thirsty little vixen she was, her hips rose to meet the slip and slide of his body against hers. Greedier still, her nails scored down his back and into his ass cheeks, pushing his underwear out of the way.