Brody - Ellie Masters Page 0,83

a question, but then, I already said yes—with my words and with my body on that dance floor just now.

“Okay.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I take the plunge. When I’m around Brody, my brain forgets why it’s there. My brain cells fizzle and pop, overloaded with sensation and the need to do very bad things.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He pulls to a stop and forces me to face him.

“I know.”

“You’re saying yes.” Although he says it as a statement, his eyebrows arch in question.

“Yes.”

He rubs at the back of his neck and shakes his head. “No second thoughts? No concerns? You do know what’s going to happen. I haven’t changed that much.” A wolfish grin fills his face, hinting at the beast raging inside, howling to be let loose.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“You’re killing me, Grace. Just…” He releases me. “I don’t want any regrets.”

“No regrets.”

“You don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand?” We’re going to have sex. It’s the eventuality that’s been building between us since he literally ran past me nearly a week ago.

“Afterward, I’m not letting you go. You do this, and you’re mine.” The finality of his words slam into me, making my mouth go dry, and ramps up the crazy banging going on inside my chest. My heart’s in overdrive, racing, stuttering, panicking—wanting what he promises.

“Yours?” My brows pinch together. I don’t know what that means.

To a man like Brody La Rouge, being his is a state of existence along a continuum of anywhere from ‘his for the night’ to ‘his forever.’ I’m too jaded to believe in the latter, but I’ll take one night.

I accept the eventuality hurtling toward us, and I’ll deal with the aftermath later. There will be fallout, but no regrets.

We leave the venue in a rush and hop in his car. Before long, we’re speeding down freeways and racing through downtown streets. Brody pulls into the garage of an upscale building and whisks me into an extravagantly decorated elevator with gilded mirrors on three sides and overhead.

We stand side by side, but the moment the doors close, he’s on me. Hands grope. Words fail us as we ascend to the top floor. Mouths meld. Lips crash. Brody’s hips gyrate. We seal our fate by the time the elevator doors open.

Green eyes blown black with lust, Brody pulls me toward one of only two doors on this floor. There’s no key. Instead, his fingers dance over a keypad until a loud beep sounds.

“Last chance.” It’s more of a growl than words.

I bite my lower lip and nod. I could tell him I want this, vocalize it a million times over until my voice fails, but there’s no reason to waste any more time. I’ve waited a decade for this, although it feels more like a lifetime.

Besides, words aren’t needed between us, not when we have something better. The language our bodies speak is enough. Passion simmers between us, heating to a raging inferno, fusing us together, and making us one.

Brody slows down, drawing me over the threshold slowly, deliberately, as if it means the world to him. For a second, I wonder how many times he’s done this before. How many women has he welcomed into his bed? Quickly, I tamp down those damaging thoughts. I don’t care about those that came before. He’s mine now, at least for the night.

Once I’m in his apartment, he pulls me to him and clutches me snug against his chest. The door slams closed behind me, and the steady hammer of his heart pulses in his chest—erratic, wild, ready to unleash its ravenous fury.

On me.

I lock my hands around his powerful frame, grasping my wrist behind his back as I lean against the warmth of his chest. Slowly, I close my eyes as he sways us to a silent beat only he can hear.

I sigh. This promises to be better than any fantasy, any dream where I’ve ached for him. I’m in his home. Held in his arms. Soon, I’ll be in his bed. Although, Brody isn’t known for something as mundane as fucking in a bed.

He hooks a finger beneath my chin, lifts my face, and stares down at me for what seems like forever.

“I never want to forget this moment.”

“Why?”

“Because, I finally get you back. No way am I walking away from you again. No way will I ever hurt you again. You have my heart, Grace. It’s undeniably yours.” His firm lips descend as he puts his mouth on me. He tastes