No matter how unsettling she found Brody’s terms, it was too late to reverse her decision. He wanted her to keep an open mind, fine. But she highly doubted things between them would get deeper, as he’d suggested. Their one-night stand may have turned into a fling, but she was confident it wouldn’t go further than that.
Besides, right now, she didn’t want or need to think about the future, not when there were more important things to focus on. Like Brody’s spectacular body and all the things she wanted to do to it.
An impish grin lifted the corner of her mouth as she remembered what he’d done to her body at the Lakeshore Lounge. Her next move suddenly became very clear.
“The keeping-an-open-mind part,” she said mischievously. “It goes for you, too, right?”
He kicked aside his boxers and fixed her with an intrigued stare. “What do you have in mind?”
She didn’t answer. Crooking her finger at him, she gestured for him to follow her down the hallway. They entered the bedroom, where she turned her finger to the bed and said, “Get comfortable.”
Brody raised his brows. “Are you planning to join me?”
“Eventually.”
He lowered himself onto the mattress and leaned against the mountain of pillows at the headboard.
Fighting a smile, Hayden swept her gaze over his naked body sprawled before her.
“I’m feeling lonely,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Are you going to stand there all night and watch me?”
“Maybe.”
“What’ll it take to get you to come here?”
She chewed on the inside of her cheek, thoughtful. “I don’t know. You’d have to give me a good reason to get into that bed with you.”
He chuckled and grasped his shaft with his hand. “This isn’t reason enough?”
She laughed. “God, you’re arrogant.”
She stared at his erection, the way his fingers had curled around the base, and moisture gathered in her panties. There was something seriously enticing about watching this man touch himself.
“C’mere,” he cajoled. “You don’t really want to make me do this alone, do you?”
His gruff voice sent shivers through her, making her nipples poke against her tank top.
“I don’t know,” she said again. “I’m getting pretty turned on watching you right now...”
Still eyeing his hand, she strode toward the desk under the curtained window, pulled the chair out and lowered herself on it. “Tell me what you’d want me to do, if I was lying there with you.”
Something raw and powerful flashed in his smoky blue eyes. “I think you already know.”
“Humor me.”
A hint of a smile lifted one corner of his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hand up his shaft. From where she sat, she could see a bead of moisture at the tip. Her pussy throbbed in response.
“Well, I’d definitely encourage you to bring your tongue into play,” he said, his voice lowering to a husky pitch.
He squeezed his erection.
Uncontrollable need raced through her body and settled between her legs.
“Some licking would have to be involved,” he continued, propping one hand behind his head while his other hand continued stroking. “Sucking, of course.”
“Of course,” she agreed.
Brody shot her a wolfish look.
She gasped when he quickened his pace. No man had ever done that in front of her before, and the sexual heat pulsating through her body was so strong she could barely breathe. There was something so kinky about the way he was lying there, stroking his dick while she watched. And that she was still fully clothed only made the situation hotter. It gave her the upper hand, reminding her of a fantasy she hadn’t dared to think about in years.
She licked her lips, debating whether or not to bring it up.
“What are you thinking about?”
She was certain her embarrassment was written all over her face. Yet, the pang of embarrassment was accompanied by a jolt of excitement, because for the first time in her life she was thinking about making that particular fantasy come true.
“Hayden?”
He stopped stroking and she almost cried out in disappointment. “No, keep doing that,” she said, meeting his eyes again.
“Not until you tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I... You’ll probably think it’s silly.”
“Try me.”
She couldn’t believe she was considering confessing her fantasies to a man she’d known less than a week when she’d never raised the subject around guys she’d dated for months. That in itself said a lot.
