I Crave You - C.C. Wood Page 0,68

inside me, I managed to smile. "Indisposed? Is this the nineteenth century? If so, I believe we need a chaperone."

"Too late for that." Brody reached between us and held the base of the condom as he pulled out of me. I must have made a noise because he put his hand on my pubic bone and ran his thumb lightly over my clit and down to my entrance. I took a harsh breath when he brushed a particularly sensitive spot. "But I think we should make use of my tub while we discuss your future kidnapping further."

I lifted my upper body so my weight rested on my elbows. "Will your tub fit the two of us?"

"Come find out," he invited as he climbed off the bed. I couldn't help but stare as he took the condom off and turned to walk into the adjoining bathroom. Now that my mind was no longer clouded with lust, seeing Brody in his full naked glory was mesmerizing.

A bath abruptly sounded like a brilliant idea. I immediately envisioned myself in a huge tub, soapy cloth in my hand, and kneeling in front of Brody, who sat back with his arms stretched along the edge of the bath. Like a sultan waiting for his harem of one.

Maybe I could call in sick tomorrow after all.

21

It turned out that I didn't have to worry about telling Sierra I wouldn't be at work tomorrow.

After our bath, Brody went into the kitchen to grab us something to drink and returned with two glasses of water and my phone.

"Your phone was beeping," he said as he handed both it and the glass of water to me.

I lifted the glass to my lips first because even after a bath, I felt dehydrated. Probably because it hadn't so much been a cleansing activity as an excuse for us to feel each other up which led to sex on the bathroom rug after Brody had broken into another unopened box of condoms he'd unearthed from beneath the sink.

Afterward, I'd teased him about having them stashed everywhere, but he just shrugged and said, "It's a good thing I did."

Since he was right, I left it alone, though I did make a point to check out his linen closet and pull out a third box of rubbers.

"Feeling ambitious, aren't you?" I asked, wagging the box from side-to-side.

He'd flushed but quipped back, "The way I've been feeling the past few weeks, we'll need every single box before Jacks comes back from her mother's."

That shut me up.

I lifted my phone and laughed when I saw what was on the screen.

Sierra had texted me thirty minutes ago and it read—Enjoy the weekend sexfest. You and Lee are on your own next week but I'll cover you til Monday.

I turned the phone toward Brody to show him and he grinned. It was a dangerous expression because it told me he was thinking wicked thoughts.

"I guess this means you're all mine until Sunday night," he stated.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll need clothes and toiletries. Deodorant, toothbrush. All that stuff."

Brody crooked a finger at me. After our bath, he'd tugged on a pair of loose athletic shorts and nothing else. Unlike my teen years, I got to stare to my heart's content. Which was a lot.

I was also wearing one of his t-shirts. When I'd asked him if I could borrow something, he'd told me to knock myself out and pointed at his dresser. So I dug around until I found a t-shirt he used to wear a lot his senior year.

The material was white and so thin and worn that my nipples were dark shadows beneath it. It also barely covered my butt.

When I came out of his bedroom wearing it, I thought he was going to haul me right back in there. Or pull me down on the couch.

Instead, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

I plopped my butt on one of the industrial-style stools at his island. "Starving. What are you feeding me?"

"I thought it was your job to make food," Brody said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the counter next to the fridge.

It took a second for his words to sink in because my brain was still hyper-focused on the picture he created. I took it back, he could absolutely be on the cover of one of my romance novels.

Then, the chauvinistic words sank in.

"Wow, I think we need to discuss your attitude toward women. The nineteen-fifties were a long time ago."

Brody