Boom - Sabrina Stark Page 0,78

for the button of my already-damp jeans.

By now, I was practically panting. And yet I still felt compelled to ask, "Are you sure?"

With a smile in his voice, he said it again. "Oh yeah."

I laughed. "I meant about the shower. Like, it's not gonna break or anything is it?"

"It doesn't matter," he said, giving me the sweetest nibble on my earlobe. "We're replacing it next week."

Already, I could hardly think. But at least one of us had to keep our wits about us, right? I gasped, "But what about the floor? I mean, we don't want to fall through or anything."

With a low laugh, he said, "Trust me. We're fine."

I felt fine, that's for sure.

Already, he'd unzipped my jeans and was now tugging them down past my hips. As he did, I used my own feet to frantically work at my wet sneakers, trying to nudge them off without stooping to use my hands.

I actually managed to do it, too, stepping out of my shoes just as Brody used first his hand, and then one of his bare feet to shove my jeans first past my knees and then all the way down to the shower floor.

On raw instinct, I stepped out of the damp mess, leaving my socks lost somewhere in the denim fabric.

I was now wearing only my panties and a gray cotton tank top – no bra, because the tank top was tight enough to serve as an undershirt and as support for the girls, if you know what I mean.

And speaking of support, I recalled all too well that the house still had its share of issues. I just had to say, "You do know what you're doing, right?"

With that same smile in his voice, he replied, "What do you think?" As he said it, he reached between us and took one of my hard, wet nipples between his fingers. Through the thin cotton of my tank top, he rolled and teased the nub, making me groan in pure bliss.

And still, I somehow managed to say, "I meant about the floor. Like what if there's water damage underneath us or something?"

At this, his tone grew teasing. "Underneath us, huh?" His words weren't the only thing teasing me. He had a way of using his fingers – tugging, pinching, caressing, all the while alternating everything just enough to keep me on the edge of going crazy with desire.

Through the fog of my lust, I almost whimpered as I said, "I just mean, like what if the floor doesn't hold?"

With a low chuckle, he said, "Trust me. It'll hold." As he continued to toy with my nipple, he said in a voice filled with sin, "Underneath us, we've got structural two-by-fours."

Something in the way he said it sent a new rush of heat straight to my core. "Really?"

"Really," he said, worrying my wet nipple between his warm fingers. "And not the flimsy new stuff either."

On a sigh of pure bliss, I murmured, "Oh."

"I'm talking historical hardwood," he said. "The real deal."

Hard wood.

I really liked the sound of that. On a whimper, I said, "I love it when you talk construction to me." As the words left my lips, I almost groaned out loud.

I hadn't meant to say that.

With a trembling laugh, I said, "That's really weird, isn't it?"

Sounding amused as hell, he replied, "Ask me in a minute."

"Why in a minute?"

"Because," he said, "I'm gonna yank down your panties, and press you up against that load-bearing wall, and show you just how much pressure it can take."

I whimpered, "Oh, God."

Sometime within the last minute or so, my hands had slid down to his naked ass. I gripped it tight, and savored the perfect shape of it. If I'd thought it looked good, the feel of it was even better.

Now, I couldn’t help but wonder how the muscles in his ass would feel against my palms as he pounded against me – not like a hammer to a nail, but flesh to flesh.

His hardness. My softness.

Together at last.

Beyond eager now, I slid my right hand between us and reached for his massive erection. When my hands closed around the base of it, Brody gave a muffled moan against my neck. "You're nothing but trouble. You know that, right?"

"Me?" I laughed. "You're ten times the trouble I am."

"We'll see."

And with that, he released my nipple and trailed his fingers lower, easing them past my navel and then lower still. When his fingers reached the intersection of my thighs, I parted