His gentlemanly intentions got him nowhere.
“I’m ready,” she said between gritted teeth. “I don’t need slow. I need you to fuck me.”
His cock jerked at the wicked request.
Oh, man. He’d never have pegged this woman as a dirty talker. But damn, he liked it.
Without another word, he rolled the condom onto his shaft, positioned himself between her thighs and drove deep inside her. They released simultaneous groans.
Burying his face in the curve of her neck, Brody inhaled the sweet feminine scent of her and withdrew, slowly, torturously, only to thrust into her to the hilt before she could blink.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered in her ear. “So wet.”
“Told you I was ready,” she said between gasps of pleasure.
He slammed into her, over and over again, groaning each time she lifted her hips to take him deeper. It was too fast for him, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The way she dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him toward her, squeezing his cock with her tight wetness. The rising need in his body, the impatient throb in his groin, that forced him to move even faster.
She came again, quivering, shuddering, making little sounds that had his entire body burning with excitement.
He continued plunging into her until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He came a second later, kissing her harshly as his climax rocked into him with the force of a hurricane. Shards of pleasure ripped through him, hot, intense, insistent. Uncontrollable. He fought for air, wondering how it was possible that the woman beneath him had managed to bring him to the most incredible release of his life.
They lay there for a moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick, his cock still buried inside her.
Hayden ran her hands along his sweat-soaked back, then said, “Not bad.”
Even in his state of orgasmic numbness Brody managed a mock frown. “Not bad? That’s all you can say?”
“Fine, it was tremendously good.”
“That’s better.”
With a small grin, she disentangled herself from his embrace and got to her feet. Her gaze ruefully drifted in the direction of the bedroom they’d never managed to reach. “Five more steps and we could’ve been on my big, comfortable bed.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, the soft carpet itching the hell out of his back. “Don’t you worry,” he said with a rakish glint in his eye. “The night is still young.”
FIVE
There was a naked man in her bed.
Well, he’d been there the night before when they fell asleep after the gazillionth round of hot, mind-blowing sex. But it was odd waking up next to a naked stranger.
Stranger being the operative word because, despite how well she knew his body, Brody was essentially still a stranger to her. They’d barely exchanged a single important sentence last night aside from “Please don’t stop” and “I’m about to come, baby.” Between rounds, he’d held her against his warm, muscular body and they would either lie there quietly or lazily make out until the need built up again.
This morning, the heated whispers and soft moans of last night almost felt like a figment of her imagination.
Until the naked man beside her began to stir, reminding her that last night did indeed happen.
“Mornin’,” he mumbled, his lips curving in a smile when his gaze met hers.
“Morning.”
Hayden rolled over to slide away, but Brody wrapped one big arm around her and pulled her against him. Her ass was now pressed up against a very prominent erection.
“Don’t go yet,” he said, his body serving as a big spoon, curling around her smaller frame and making her feel dainty and safe.
“It’s almost nine,” Hayden told him. “We should get up.” In fact, she should’ve gotten up two hours ago. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept this late.
“Not yet.” His hand found her breast, caressing gently.
Despite herself, she pressed herself against his exploring fingers. After last night’s sex marathon, she was shocked she could still feel desire. But she did. The need was building again, throbbing between her legs.
Brody’s lips tickled her shoulder as he brushed a kiss over it. Then his voice grew rough. “I want to start my day with that noise you make when you come.”
Oh, my God.
Hayden took a breath, trying to ignore her pounding heart. “What noise?”
“It was like a cross between a gasp and a moan.” His hand teasingly moved down her body. “I want to hear it again. Will you let me?”
Who the fuck was this man? How was he so skilled at driving her this crazy?
She knew she ought to say no. This was supposed to be a one-night stand. It was time for him to go, damn it.
But...
“Yes,” she whispered.
What was the harm in just one more orgasm?
