Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
He lightly caressed the sides of her breasts with his thumbs, sending a pulsing charge through her system. It was the gentlest he’d ever been with her, a stark change from his rough, drugging kisses and eager hands. And as much as she was enjoying the kiss, she wanted more. She lowered her hand to the growing bulge in his trousers, but he moved it away and broke the kiss.
For a moment, her eyes wouldn’t open and her mouth wouldn’t close. She was held in transition, her body still tingling from his touch. As she slowly raised her lids, she saw the deep, glittering need in his eyes. Need that matched hers.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Curious, she let her eyelids flutter shut. She heard a rustling sound, felt Brody move closer and lean forward, then gasped when his hand circled her ankle.
“Don’t move.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
She swallowed. Waiting. Sighing when he ran his big hand up her leg, bunching her dress between his fingers as he traveled north.
His touch suffused her with heat, made her pulse race. He glided his fingers along her inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. And then his palm was pressed against her lace panties.
“What are you doing?” she breathed out.
“De-stressing you.” His tongue was suddenly on her ear, flicking against the tender lobe before suckling it.
Silent laughter shook her as her eyes popped open. “What’s with you and your need to touch me in public?”
He rubbed his palm over her pussy, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“Good.”
He slid his hand into her panties and pushed one long finger inside her.
Hayden gasped, a bolt of pleasure sizzling up her spine.
“You’re always so ready. So tight and wet,” he muttered.
Before she could tell him that he was the reason she was always ready, he covered her mouth with his.
The kiss sucked the breath from her lungs, his tongue matching the strokes of his finger. Long, deep, languid strokes. When she started rocking her lower body against his hand, he released another groan.
“Fuck. I want to get on my knees so bad right now. I want to lick you up.”
A thrill shot through her. “What’s stopping you?” Her voice came out hoarse, shaky.
“It’d be too hard to explain if Bob walked in.” He slowly withdrew his finger, his lips brushing the side of her jaw in a teasing kiss. “This—” he pushed the finger back in “—is easier to hide.”
Hayden’s thighs were trembling now. She squirmed against his touch, pinpricks of pleasure dancing over her flesh.
“Let me hear that noise,” he said as he kissed her neck.
She knew the noise he meant. His favorite noise, as he always maintained. The one she supposedly made when she came. And Brody Croft was stupidly skilled at drawing it out of her.
He slid another finger into her aching pussy, kissing her, murmuring encouraging pleas against her lips, and then his thumb circled her clit and she exploded.
She cried out against his mouth, grinding against his fingers, her mind nothing but a big pile of mush while her body convulsed.
When she finally crashed back down to earth, she found Brody watching her with surprising tenderness.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers and fixing her dress.
Her heart squeezed. She opened her mouth to thank him—for the compliment, the orgasm, the shoulder to lean on—but he didn’t give her the chance.
“Will you let me come home with you tonight?” he asked in a gruff voice. When she hesitated, he quickly added, “No big deal if you say no. I just thought I’d ask.”
He was so polite, so careful, when the heat in his eyes and his unsteady breathing told her he’d probably die from arousal if she said no. But it touched her that he’d asked instead of assumed.
“If we go to the penthouse,” she began slowly, “what exactly will we do?”
A carnal gleam lit his eyes. His voice lowered to a husky pitch as he said, “Well, I noticed there’s a removable showerhead in the master bathroom.”
She burst out laughing. “Do you make it a habit of scoping out the shower when you use other people’s bathrooms?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Twenty
BRODY: Can’t wait to see you tonight.
A warm flush spread across Hayden’s cheeks as she read Brody’s message. She was glad she was alone so nobody could see how hard she was blushing. Although when her dad said he’d send a car to drive her to the charity event, she thought he meant a regular car. Instead, she was sitting in a limousine by herself. Which was a little much, but not a surprise. And it gave her all the privacy she needed to text with Brody, as she’d been doing for the past five days.
He’d left for Colorado the morning after the Gallagher party and had been there all week, so tonight would be her first opportunity to see him again. She couldn’t wait, either. She just wished it didn’t have to be at another one of her dad’s stuffy team events.