Boom - Sabrina Stark Page 0,79

them as much as I could in the narrow space and gave a soft moan when his fingers grazed that special spot.

When he rubbed the hardened, aching knob through the thin fabric of my panties, I gave another whimper. He knew exactly where to go, and what to do – almost like he knew my body even better than I did.

If I'd thought he'd played my nipple perfectly, it was nothing compared to what he did with my clit.

Into my ear, he said, "And that wall behind you?"

Breathlessly, I said, "Yeah?"

"Like I said, it's a full load-bearing wall, which means…" His teeth grazed my earlobe as he whispered, "it'll hold no matter what I do to you."

And just like that, I was whimpering again. "Oh, wow."

"No kidding," he said, giving me the most delicious stroke against my panties before shoving aside the lacy fabric and slipping one and then two fingers into my slick opening.

Sounding just as excited as I felt, he murmured against my skin, "You're so fucking wet."

"I know."

Slowly, he pulled back and gave me a long, lingering look, raking me from head to toe. From the warmth in his eyes, he liked what he saw.

I liked what I saw, too. The warm water was cascading down his perfect body, making it glisten and shine even in the relatively low light. His muscles were taut, and his chest was chiseled. His abs glistened in all their glory, defined not only by his fine physique, but by the water sliding down all those wonderful dips and ridges.

I was still gripping his length, stroking and squeezing, loving the way it pulsed against my fingers. And he was still stroking me to distraction. Suddenly, it was almost too much—the look of him, the feel of him, the sensation of him, and even the gleam in his eye as he confessed, "I've been thinking of this for days."

I swallowed. "Really?"

With a slow nod, he said, "Oh, yeah."

Now, it was too much. My stomach clenched, and the walls of my wetness convulsed around his fingers. On a ragged whimper, I somehow managed to say, "Maybe we should find a bed or something."

With a knowing smile, he said, "Forget that. I'm taking you right here. Right now."

Oh, boy. I loved the way that sounded.

The truth was, I loved all of this. And I especially loved it when he reached around and grabbed my ass, lifting me tight against the shower wall.

As he did, my legs wrapped around his waist, almost like they had a mind of their own. With one hand, I reached around his back, looking to steady myself as I used my other hand to guide his hardness toward my opening.

His hips surged forward, slowly at first, and then with one decisive push. He was huge and hard, and filled me nearly to the breaking point. But I was slick and hot and welcomed every wonderful inch.

Just like he'd promised, he took me right then and there, giving me exactly what I'd been craving for days, or maybe even longer.

And almost before I knew what was happening, I was climaxing yet again. I shuddered against him just as the water began to lose some of its heat.

But Brody – he was warm enough for the both of us. When he reached his own climax, driving into me harder and faster, I felt like I'd died and gone straight to heaven, even as the water turned cold in earnest.

But now, the cool water felt surprisingly good. I was hot and sated, and very, very relaxed. He was still holding me tight against him, and I let my head drop onto his shoulder. On a long, happy breath, I murmured, "Wow."

Chapter 44

Brody

Wow was right.

Maybe it should've been a one-time thing. But just like I'd predicted – and made damn sure of, too – Arden couldn’t get enough.

And the real kicker was, neither could I.

It wasn't just sex.

With most girls, they loved the trappings – the money, the fame, and yeah, me too while they were at it – but none of them had ever loved the nitty-gritty of what made me tick.

But with Arden, it was different. She was smart and fun, and not afraid of chipping a nail or getting her hands dirty to make something happen.

It was sexy as hell, and so was she.

Whatever we had between us, it was our guilty secret. And both of us wanted to keep it that way – me because there'd be a shit-storm with my