She abandoned the work on the top of her dress in favor of fisting his hair, but that only lasted a few seconds before he looked up at her with smoky eyes and pulled his mouth away, his lips damp.

“Tits out, babe. I wanna see you touch yourself.”

Jesus. “I hate you.”

“You fucking love me, and you’re gonna love me even more when I’m through with you.” With that, he lifted her up and slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter. She yelped and yanked down the cups of her bra, desperate for more of whatever he had in mind. “Ah, now you’re catching on.”

How could she not? He was planted between her legs, his tongue just millimeters away from giving her an incredible orgasm. All other thoughts...all other worries...melted away to nothing but the two of them in that moment.

She’d do anything for him and if distracting himself with sex was what he needed, so be it. She leaned back on one hand and used the other to cup one breast and stroke her soft nipple into a hard peak. It felt good. Better because, as he watched her fingers play, he’d begun to play himself. He slipped a finger inside and spread her moisture over her clit, only to lean in and suck it off, over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough.

When he growled his approval, her clit between his lips, she saw stars. Fucking stars. How did she deserve this man who got off on making her happy just as much as he got off on coming himself?

Realization blindsided her like headlights coming out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

This was the real deal, wasn’t it? Her and Brody.

Neither of them were perfect. Neither of them had a clue what the right move was, but just the same, neither was willing to give up trying. Together, they shared a single-minded determination to make the other happy, no matter the cost. Two imperfect people who saw through each other’s scratchy surfaces to the real gems inside.

She flew with that newfound knowledge lighting her up from the inside out. Brody wasn’t just her person...

He was her forever.

And she’d fight to the death for him.

Chapter Nineteen

She was too damn good for him. He’d known it from the beginning, but she sealed the deal tonight when she set aside all the worry in her pretty head and let him have his way with her.

She was giving him exactly what she’d sworn she’d never given another man, but yet she’d handed it to him on silver fucking platter, right alongside her heart. He should’ve given it back. Told her to save that part of herself for someone who wouldn’t use her, because that’s exactly what he was doing right now. Using her to pretend he wasn’t as messed up as they both knew he was.

But he didn’t tell her that. Nor did he pretend he didn’t see the truth in her eyes as he carried her to the bedroom, tumbled them onto the bed, and stripped that pretty dress from her body.

She felt for him what he felt for her and when all hell broke loose—because it would...he could already see it on the horizon—that affection would destroy her. Just like it would destroy him.

“Take me like you want me tonight,” she whispered, her fingers soft against his lips as he shed his clothes and levered down above her. “I can handle it.”

Probably. But if he let loose entirely, it wouldn’t be pretty. He wouldn’t taint her with that side of himself. Not now, maybe not ever.

“Brody, look at me...” She shifted his chin so she could look in his eyes and what he saw in hers nearly broke him. “I’m yours. Every bit of me. Always.”

She said that now, but she had no idea the shit he was capable of.

“I’m not some fragile flower. You’ve got something to work out, work it out on me. Please.”

Fucking hell. “Jenn...” He glanced away, but she jerked his face back around, her fingers digging into his jaw. That’s when he saw the tears in her eyes. Saw the full magnitude of what she was offering and how desperate she was to give it.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Own me.”

His cock throbbed against his stomach, craving exactly that. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“The hell I don’t.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick, tugging hard. He growled and ground his hips into hers.

“Keep jerking me like that, babe, and you’ll bring out the monster.”

A wicked grin slashed across her face and she squeezed him until it fucking hurt. Of course, that just made him harder and, in a second, he had her knees at her ears, his cock poised at her pussy.

“You like fucking with me, sugar?” He slid the tip of his dick inside, just to taunt her.

“I love fucking with you,” she said, enunciating every syllable, using her muscles to try and urge him in further. He resisted. Barely. Instead, he pulled out and slapped his piercing against her clit. She gasped, her eyes never leaving his. “Do it again.”

“No. This is my show, remember?” To prove his point, he shifted back and flipped her onto her stomach, the delicate nodules of her spine leading him like a trail of bread crumbs to her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Kneeing his way between her legs, he spread her open before him. The light from the hall hit her sex just right, the evidence of how wet she was for him glistening in the darkness. Fucking beautiful. Every last bit of her.

“Is that what you want?” She lifted slightly, wiggling those glorious cheeks back at him and rubbing against his cock as she did.

Yeah, he’d have her ass someday. But not tonight. Not entirely anyhow.

Still, he reached back and grabbed the lube from the nightstand, drizzling it between her cheeks and then using his fingers to make sure she was really ready for him. He was inside a second later, buried to hilt in the hottest pussy he’d ever had. But with Jenny, he’d never be deep enough.

Maybe she thought the same, because she pushed up on her hands and began to rear back with every punishing thrust. She was still too far away for his liking, so he fisted her hair, pulled her all the way up, and kissed her, swallowing the sexy little sounds she made when he slammed in hard.

“More,” she panted against his lips. “Harder.”

Christ, she was unreal, and exactly what he needed right now. Winding her hair tighter around his fist, he jerked back and her cry became a long, low moan as he bit at her pretty neck and then licked the pain away.

With his free hand, he guided her fingers to her clit and showed her how he wanted her to touch herself—hard and direct—because it wasn’t going to take him long at all. At least not once he took what he really wanted.

“More, babe? You sure?” he rasped in her ear as he withdrew and then slid in so fast, she came off the bed with a gasp and a plea.

“Dammit, Brody, please!”

He grinned into the curve of her shoulder and covered the small of her back with his hand, thumb down. With every slow, drawn out millimeter he shifted the digit downward, she melted a little more in his arms.

“Yes, baby,” she whimpered, her entire body trembling with need. “Do it.”

So he did. With every slap of his damp skin against hers, he thumbed her puckered hole, until her pussy clenched around him tight. Then he slipped inside just enough to make her launch. She pushed back all on her own, taking more of him than he’d intended to give and it was too fucking much, seeing his thumb disappear inside of her while she milked his cock like the greedy little vixen she was.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he gripped her hip tight, pounding into her as he came...and came...and came, filling her up with all he had.

The next few moments were a complete blur as they collapsed onto the bed, sweaty limbs tangled together as they fought for breath. And, in his case, sanity. How in the fuck had he gotten so lucky with her?