She ground her pelvis against him, teased him by pushing against his dick and then edging away from it. Feeling bold and wanton, she leaned forward, let her breasts graze his mouth and whispered, “Tell me what you want, Brody.”
His voice hoarse, he said, “You.”
“Me what?”
A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. “What was it you said to me that first night? Oh, right. I want you to fuck me.”
Without another word, she lowered herself onto him, taking him all the way in, and began to ride him. The pleasure cascading through her body was almost too much to bear. He felt so good inside, so right and perfect.
She increased her pace, moving over him faster, harder, his husky groans urging her on. He lifted his hips and met her thrust for thrust. Then he grasped her ass and rolled her over, his powerful body covering hers as he drove into her.
Yes. Her insides clenched, pleading with her for release.
“Will you come for me?” he said, slowing his pace.
She made an unintelligible sound.
He chuckled. “What was that?”
“Yes,” she choked out.
With a satisfied nod, he plunged into her, hard and rough, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. He reached down and stroked the place where they joined, continuing to pump inside her until she finally came again.
She gave herself to the orgasm that raced through her body. In the haze she heard Brody’s deep groan, felt his fingers dig into her hips as he jerked inside her.
Struggling to steady her breathing, she ran her hands up and down his sweat-soaked back, enjoying the hard planes and defined muscles under her fingertips. “God, that was...” She trailed off.
He touched her chin, lightly dragging his thumbnail over her jaw. “That was what?”
“Incredible.” A sigh of resignation slipped out. “Let’s do it again.”
FIFTEEN
Doug was calling.
Again.
Hayden stared at his name on her screen, knowing she needed to answer the damn phone. Sure, she’d called him back last week, but she’d phoned in the afternoon, knowing he would be in a seminar for the summer course he was teaching. Maybe it made her a chicken, but she hadn’t been ready to talk to him yet, opting instead to leave a brief message on his machine.
She hadn’t mentioned Brody in the message, either, mostly because the thought of telling Doug about Brody—on his voicemail no less—had made her palms grow damp. It would’ve been one thing if the situation with Brody hadn’t gone beyond that first night, but it had. Their one-night stand had turned into an actual fling.
How the hell was she supposed to tell Doug she was already sleeping with someone else mere weeks after they’d agreed to go on a break?
Answer the phone, you coward.
Ugh. Fine.
Stifling a groan, Hayden swiped her finger over the screen before the call went to voicemail.
“Doug, hey,” she said quickly.
“Hayden!” Relief echoed on the other end of the line. “It was ringing for so long, I assumed it would go to voicemail.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t find the phone.” She drew her knees up, leaning her elbow against the arm of the couch. On the TV, highlights from last night’s Warriors game flashed across the screen.
Yup. God help her, but she was watching hockey.
Well, not the game itself. She was mostly searching the blur of players for quick glimpses of Brody’s sexy face. Ever since Monday night, when they’d agreed to keep seeing each other—or rather, banging each other’s brains out—she’d basically become obsessed with the man. He was in Colorado now for the second round of the playoffs, so seeing him on TV was the only way she could get her Brody fix until he got home tomorrow night.
“I’m sorry we keep playing phone tag,” she added, although she felt more guilty than regretful, since it had totally been intentional on her end. “Dealing with my father has been a headache.”
“I can imagine.” His deep, gentle voice was so familiar. Like a warm hug. “Your message said something about a deposition?”
“Yeah. It sucked.”
She quickly filled him in, and then he told her about his summer course, and despite their casual tones, Hayden could practically hear the airwaves crackling with awkward tension as they navigated the post-break conversation.
“Hayden,” he blurted out, cutting her off midsentence. “I miss you.” The three words carried a blend of vulnerability and desperation.
“Oh.” She swallowed. For some reason, she couldn’t say it back. “Doug...”
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t say that. You wanted to take a break, and I wholly respect that decision. I just... I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I guess I need more clarity.”
“Clarity,” she echoed uneasily.
“You said something might be missing. But I don’t know if I agree with that. I just feel like we’re great together, you know? On paper, we’re perfect. So what’s missing?”
She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I...don’t know. That’s why I wanted some space. To really think about things. Because we should be more than just great on paper.”
