Brody - Ellie Masters Page 0,109

much pleasure I’m positive I won’t survive the night. He lays me on the bed and sends me flying with the magic of his tongue. If he has neighbors, they’re either calling the cops from all my screaming or giving Brody high-fives.

After the toe-curling orgasm, Brody turns me over and subjects me to his abject adoration as he treats me to a full body massage. Skilled fingers dig and knead at tight muscles until I’m limp as a noodle and drifting in a fog of pleasure. Hard turns to soft as his fingers dance along my skin making goose bumps pop up wherever they go. When I nod off, the heat of his mouth replaces the fingers, and I find myself shaking and shivering as he makes tender love to me.

We order in food when our stomachs growl and take a break to watch a sappy movie while demolishing pizza and wings. When I think we’re finally headed to bed, Brody turns deliciously dominant again and orders me to my knees—as previously promised—where it’s my turn to make him come unglued. With hands and mouth, I make his toes curl and body shake as I draw out his pleasure.

In the shower, he takes the soap from me, controlling the situation there as well. With sudsy bubbles, hot water, and tons of steam, he fingers me to another earth-shattering orgasm, then cradles me in his lap as the water pours down on us.

We talk about everything and nothing, enjoying the connection blossoming between us. The past comes up, and I wrap my arms around him, forgiving him for mistakes made when we were far too young.

Snuggling in his embrace, my eyes close as the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart sounds beneath my ear. That’s what I think of when I think of him, rock steady. My fingers splay across his chest, enjoying tracing out the cuts and grooves of his defined musculature. He’s the epitome of masculine beauty, and I take advantage of every second I’m with him.

“This feels good.” There’s no rush to do anything or be anywhere. It’s as if the world doesn’t exist outside this moment.

“I love you, Grace Atwood, and you will be my wife.” His cocky demeanor returns, bringing a smile to my face.

“I will, will I?”

“Yes, and we’ll have kids; if not as a result of tonight, then later. I want everything with you.”

“And what about Atwood Estates?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way you’re going to commute into the city each day. Where will we live?”

“I assumed it would be at your place. If that’s not what you want, I can get a bigger place here. What about the vineyard? What are the chances you’ll sell it?”

I curl my lower lip. “I don’t really know.”

A frown creases his forehead. He looks away, staring into the corner of the shower, and takes in a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” It’s an odd shift in mood for him, especially since I’m naked and sitting in his lap.

“It’s not important right now.”

“Not as important as this?” I give a little wiggle and laugh at the way he responds, growing hard and stiff for me once again.

He holds back a groan as I roll my hips in a sensuous grind, no longer pretending I’m trying to get into a more comfortable position. Really, I’m messing with him, literally trying to get a rise out of him.

He lifts me up, freeing his rigid length, then slowly lowers me down the hard shaft. “God, that feels good. Warm and tight.” His low, throaty moan makes my skin burn and tighten.

Answering heat simmers in my blood as my nerve endings sizzle and my body shakes. He kisses me and lets his hands roam. Every lick, every touch, burns through me. My entire body shakes as our bodies connect. Brody makes me believe in forever, showing me he’s changed and that he wants me.

Forever.

I keep waiting to get smacked back into reality, where I realize he’s only been playing me to get something he wants, but I can’t deny our connection. He’s not lying about how he feels about me.

And the man definitely knows how to make love to a woman. All heat and masculine virility, his stamina is impressive, not to mention daunting. Yet when he flips to dominant mode, plundering and claiming with his fury unleashed, he becomes undeniably sexy and powerful, and—Oh my God—euphoric.

Heat coils within me, tightening and tightening, until it releases in a rapturous wave. My head tips