pecs and abs, my gaze landed on his glorious carved V. That indentation could seriously make me forget my name.
“You look hungry, too.” He smirked, catching me ogling him.
“God, you wake up looking like that. Your body really is ridiculously incredible.”
He rubbed his bulging erection through his tight underwear. Watching him touch himself made me clench my thighs together. “I’m glad you like it. But I want to see more of yours. Pull up that skirt.”
I hesitated for a brief second. I’d only just walked in the door, and daylight was shining in through the living room windows. But I’d come here hoping to bring him some happiness in the midst of a couple of tough days. Plus . . . look at that V.
I reached down to the bottom of my skirt and gathered it, letting it bunch around my hips. I would look like a wrinkled mess at the office later, but I knew when Brody was done with me, I wasn’t going to care in the slightest.
“These are in the way.” He reached down, and with one quick tug tore off my brand new panties.
Before I could retort that I would have taken them off, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.
Oh God.
He devoured me. Licking and sucking, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place when I started to wiggle around.
I need to move.
But the more I bucked, the harder he held me down and the more aggressive his tongue lashed out at me. It was frustrating—I needed to gyrate my hips to meet his rhythm. Realizing I wasn’t going to get anywhere pinned by his strength, I dug my fingers into his hair, attempting to take some control back.
He chuckled when I pulled his hair to move his head slightly up, but took the hint and shifted his focus to my aching clit. Alternating between fluttering and sucking, he brought me to orgasm. I had been inside of his apartment less than ten minutes.
He carried me to his bed after that, and we had sex.
Good sex.
No. Great sex.
The kind where he searched my face as he glided in and out of my body with smooth strokes and then, when my eyes fluttered open, our gazes met and he smiled down at me. Breathless and beautiful.
Afterward, he pushed the hair off my face as we both lay on our sides facing each other. “Thank you for giving me that.”
I grinned. “Thank you for giving me that.”
He laughed. “You know what I meant. For letting me get lost in you for a little while. And not complaining when I basically attacked you as you walked through the door.”
Complain? Was he crazy? “I can think of worse ways to be greeted.”
He kissed my lips gently. “Today is going to suck.”
I propped my head up on my elbow to listen.
“They’re warming us up to the idea of removing all the tubes and letting her go peacefully. I just know it.”
“I’m so sorry. That’s such a hard decision for you to make.”
“I’m not the one who’s going to need to make it.”
“I thought you were her legal guardian.”
“I am. But she signed a health care proxy years ago. Before she started to show any signs of dementia.”
“Oh. Who makes her health care decisions then?”
“Willow.”
That only made sense. “Has she been handling things okay?”
“She’s upset. But holding her own right now. I’m not sure she would ever come back from this one if she disappeared on Marlene now.”
I nodded. “How long has she been clean?”
“She says eleven months.”
“Do you believe her?”
“I think so. She seems more like the Willow I knew than she has in a long time.”
An uneasy feeling settled in. The Willow he knew was the Willow he fell in love with. If Drew wasn’t gone and walked back into my life tomorrow, what would I do with a second chance?
We stayed in bed for a little while longer. I pushed whatever immature jealousy I had aside.
“Tell me about her.”
“Marlene? She’s tough as nails and soft at the same time. She did nice things for people, but never wanted anyone to know she did them.”
“My father used to say altruism was spelled wrong, it was spelled a-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s.”
“That’s how Marlene lived. When Willow was on one of her binges, she used to frequent this squatters’ den in Bushwick. It was a real hellhole—no heat or running water—yet a handful of addicts actually called it home. One snowy January, Marlene insisted on coming with