help. The second grasped the soft comforter under them, as if the act would ground her to the bed, but it couldn't. Not when Brody reclaimed every fetter that had bound her to him for the last ten years. His feel, his scent, and the way he instinctively knew what she needed, perched her on a cliff with only one way down. He spread her sex and lowered his mouth. The warmth and softness of his touch soon gave way to a fast-paced race to the end. She tipped her head and glanced down at him. His hips moved against the bed in the same manner hers moved against his lips. His hand traveled over her body and cupped her breast. Oh God. Yes. His fingers rolled her nipple at the same time as the fingers of his other hand entered her and curled. He sucked her into his mouth and used his tongue to excite her clit, moving her past the ledge he'd placed her on. Her body seized and exploded. His actions detonated her orgasm, and she shattered into a million pieces.
She felt him climb her body. His kisses sent shivers through her. When she felt him above her, she opened her eyes and beheld the man she'd loved and then lost. She twined her hands through his hair and brought him down to her. He kissed her and rolled to his side, bringing her with him. She felt him reach and move away. He opened his bedside table drawer and removed several condoms. She took a packet from him and opened it with shaking hands.
Brody caught her hand as she moved toward his hot, rigid cock. "Don't play. I'm not going to last."
"No, no playing," she reassured in the same pained, panting breath he'd used. She carefully pinched the end of the condom and rolled the thin sheath down his shaft. The soft skin that covered the iron was like warm velvet in her hands. When they'd satisfied their initial lust, she was going to have that cock in her mouth again. She could make Brody lose his mind and planned on doing that as soon as possible.
He rolled her onto her back as soon as the condom was in place. His knee moved her leg up, and he lowered, placing his cock at her center. They stared at each other as Brody moved forward and retreated. He worked himself into her and with one final thrust buried himself deep inside. She gripped his biceps and panted. The fullness and heat of him was a sensation she wanted to log in the annals of her mind, somewhere where she would never forget this moment, this feeling.
"I'm not going to last." Brody dropped his head to her shoulder, his hot breath fanning the skin of her neck and breast.
"Take what you need." She wrapped her arms under his and grabbed his shoulders.
He shifted away slightly and looked at her. "You're what I need. What I've always needed."
"Then make me yours again." She wrapped her legs around him and pushed him forward. His hips moved into a driving rhythm, forcing her back up to that precipice. His thrusts became erratic, but it didn't matter. She tightened as he thrust forward, and they both shouted as they came. Brody groaned and continued to thrust, riding through his orgasm. He dropped on top of her, and she panted shallowly as he recovered. Regardless if she drew her last breath under him in this moment, a blissful feeling consumed her. She was back where she belonged. Back with the man she'd never stopped loving. God, please let her get it right this time. Please.
Brody woke when he heard Blayze come into the apartment. Or leave it. No, he was coming in. He heard the water run in the kitchen. Damn, he should have shut his door. Not that Blay had ever come back to his room, but still. Amber's body stiffened next to him. She was awake, too. They both glanced to the window. The sun had started to rise on the horizon.
"What time is it?"
Brody shifted and looked at his nightstand. "Almost six." He looked down at her and dropped a kiss on her forehead, remembering her aversion to kissing him without brushing her teeth. "Good Morning."
"It is, isn't it?" She snuggled closer to him and dropped her arm on his waist. "Can we play hooky?"
"What kind of example would that be for our son?" Brody dropped his head back on