Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Our time is running out. Brody leaves Sunday.
And that just depresses me, so I push the thought aside, refusing to think about it.
“Your wheels are turning awfully fast for an exhausted person.”
I chuckle and turn my head to look at him. His face is inches from mine. He smells earthy, from being outside most of the day.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t smell bad.
Which he should because we also sweated our asses off in this summer heat.
But no, not Brody. He’s too sexy to smell.
The thought makes me wrinkle my nose.
“See?” he asks, reaching up to smooth his thumb over my nose. “You’re thinking hard.”
“I need to stop thinking and go take a shower. I’m gross.”
“Me too,” he says with a sigh.
“You’re not gross, and I’m not sure how you pulled that off.”
“Trust me,” he says. “I’m gross.”
“I have two bathrooms,” I offer. “You can use my guest bathroom if you want.”
“Your hot water heater will support two of us in the shower at the same time?”
You could just come get in with me.
But instead, I just nod. “It’s a new one. It should be fine.”
Without giving it further thought, he stands and walks away, pulling his dirty shirt over his head. “Thank you.”
Good lord, look at him go.
The back side of Brody isn’t a hardship to watch in the least. Before I get myself all worked up into a tizzy, I walk into my own bathroom, start the shower, and shed my sticky, dirty clothes.
I turn the music on my phone on, as I always do when I’m in the shower, set the phone against the wall on the vanity, and then get under the cool spray of water, letting it wash away the grime from today.
Taylor Swift is shaking it off through my speakers as I push my head under the water and lather up my hair.
I have a lot of hair, but it’s fine, so it’ll dry quickly in this heat.
Once I’m rinsed and clean, I shut off the water and reach for a towel, but then realize that I washed towels yesterday and forgot to return them to the bathroom.
Crap.
Maybe Brody isn’t out of the shower yet and I can just dart over to the dryer and get one.
I bite my lip as I open my bathroom door, walk through the bedroom, and poke my head out the door.
The coast is clear.
I hurry across the hardwood floor, leaving water droplets that I’ll have to remember to soak up later. Just as I turn the corner to the laundry room, Brody walks out of the bathroom, covered only in a towel.
We both come to a screeching halt, and his gaze immediately falls over my body, setting me on fire all over again.
“Shit,” I mutter and cover myself the best I can. “Sorry, I didn’t have a towel.”
He doesn’t reply. He just rushes to me, lifts me in his arms, covers my mouth with his, and carries me directly to my bedroom.
Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
“Fucking hell, do you know what you do to me?” he growls as he lowers me to the bed. His towel fell off somewhere in the hallway, and all I can see is Brody’s body as he moves over me, each muscle flexing with his movements.
“Wow, you’re sexy.”
I feel my eyes go wide at the realization that I just said that out loud, but then I don’t care when he plants one leg between mine, cups his hand over my left breast, and kisses me like he hasn’t eaten in months and I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Thank the baby Jesus.
He raises that knee and presses it against my core. I have no shame in grinding against him, moaning as my clit sends zings up my spine.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he mutters, kissing down my neck to my collarbone. “I’ve done my best to stay away from you the past few days.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to do this, and I didn’t want you to think I was a forward asshole, but I just don’t care right now, Brooke. I can’t keep my hands to myself. Your body is what dreams are made of.”
“No complaints,” I assure him with a smile and dig my fingers into his wet hair, pulling him closer to me. “Touch me all you want as long as I get to return the favor.”
“Tell me you have condoms.”
I freeze, and then cuss under my breath. “I have an IUD, and haven’t needed condoms in a very long time. They’d be expired by now.”
His smile is instant and wolfish. “I’m clean. I promise.”
I just smile and grind against him again, making us both sigh in delight. He plucks my nipple between his lips, then sinks in, sucking and biting the tender nub.
My hands are planted squarely on Brody’s ass as he kiss up my neck to my mouth. He’s hard, and I love the way his muscles flex as he moves.