Brody - Ellie Masters Page 0,84

dark and sinful—dangerous.

His firm lips are familiar and comforting. Without hesitation, he takes, claims, and devours.

The roll of his tongue as he forces his way inside my mouth promises another intrusion to come. His tongue spears in and out, mimicking what our bodies will soon be doing instead of our mouths.

His hand glides up to my shoulder, where he hooks a finger beneath the tiny strap of my dress. He slides it down my arm as I press my thighs together.

“You look amazing in this dress, but I need to know what you’re wearing under it.”

“Nothing.” My voice breathes out in a soft whisper, sultry, needy, deliriously turned on. A dress like this doesn’t allow anything underneath it. It hugs all my curves and conforms to the softness of my body.

The dress slips down, revealing the swell of one breast.

He bites my lip, holding us together, but there’s more going on. Brody isn’t an easy lover. He’s hard, demanding, and always takes control. Those are qualities I love, something he knows very well. He reminds me of this and takes control.

A whimper escapes me as his teeth bite down hard enough to cause pain but not to draw blood. He asserts his dominance, and I surrender to his will. This—this feels familiar, comfortable. It’s a natural flow between us.

He removes his hand from my arm, but not before sweeping his finger along the swell of my breast. “I’ll get to these in a moment.”

His hand slides down to my leg, where he gathers the silky fabric of my dress. He lifts it to my hips, exposing me, and slides his fingers underneath. His other hand joins the first until he grips the back of my thighs. He lifts me up, off my feet, and braces my back against the door as he deepens the kiss. His fingers tease between my legs as I grasp the hair at his nape.

Skillful and determined, his fingers trace my folds, discovering how wet I am for him.

“So hot. So silky.”

My entire body lights up, rioting beneath the sensual caress of his touch.

With me braced as I am, he keeps his fingers moving while his other hand reaches up to pull down the remaining strap from my shoulder. He yanks the bodice of my dress down to my waist, exposing my breasts, and places his hot, wet mouth on my bare skin.

That talented mouth seeks my nipple as his tongue reaches out to ravish the tightening nub. Sucking it deep into his hot mouth, my head falls back with a moan. My spine bows against the door as he works his fingers and mouth until I’m a gasping, quivering mess.

Brody isn’t content to let me focus on one thing at a time, demanding instead to drown me in sensation as his fingers sink between my folds and my nipple is sucked into his mouth. My fingers clench, pulling at his hair. He knows how to work those fingers, sinking them deep in my pussy as moans spill from my mouth.

I love this man. I always have. And while I don’t know what the future holds, it doesn’t matter.

I have this.

I have now.

His gaze lifts to mine while he continues the assault on my nipple. I gasp as he bites down. Pain shoots through my body, where it morphs into delicious pleasure.

“You know your word.” He speaks around my nipple, maintaining the pressure.

I roll my lower lip and bite down.

My word.

It’s unoriginal, but back in high school, when we were new and experimenting with forbidden things, we picked a word for safety. Something to stop things if he went too far, or I got too scared.

“Say it.” His voice threads with command as his fingers find my nipple and squeeze down like a vise. My breath hitches as the pressure increases. “We don’t move forward until you do.”

I release my lip and grip him tight around the waist with my thighs. This whole time his fingers are busy. Not the ones on my poor nipple, but those that thrust inside of me.

Delicious licks of pleasure heat my core and I close my eyes. I’m close. Brody’s skill with his fingers has only increased through the years. The pads of his fingers drag along the sensitive wall of my pussy, stroking my g-spot with each glide out. His fingers on my nipple pinch harder, drawing a squeak from me.

“Your word…” The demand is undeniable. The pain inescapable.

My eyes fly open as his fingers clamp down.

“Red. It’s red.”