Page 65 of Forsaken Trail (Runaway 4)

Brody stormed through his open bedroom door, then he had me on the bed, setting me down and covering me with his weight. His lips slammed down on mine, his tongue plunging deep.

I moaned and threaded my fingers through his hair, letting the short strands at the nape tickle my palms. The longer strands were like silk against my fingertips as Brody ravaged my mouth, exploring every corner.

When had a kiss been so erotic? Not even the night of the wedding had I been this close to an orgasm from a kiss alone. Thank you, hormones.

I spread my legs, making room to cradle Brody’s hips with mine. The steel rod behind his slacks rubbed against the thin fabric of my leggings.

“Yes,” I moaned when he rocked against me, his lips trailing down my throat.

He found my pulse again and sucked. “I want to taste you.”

I gulped. “Yes.”

His hands dove under the hem of my sweatshirt, sliding up my ribs. When he found that I wasn’t wearing a bra, his entire body froze. Those green eyes whipped to mine.

“Spoiler alert.” I winked. “I’m not wearing panties either.”

A slow grin spread across his face as he pulled away and stood from the bed. “Next time don’t tell me. I like surprises too.”

Next time.

I wanted a next time. We hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff tonight and I was already looking forward to doing it again.

And again.

And again.

Brody’s long fingers slipped into the waistband of my leggings. He tugged, stripping them over my hips. When my bare mound came into view, his eyes flared, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Ravenous. He was ravenous for me.

I squirmed, hoping he’d ditch the leggings and get down to business. But he took his time, pulling them inch by inch, collecting the stretchy cotton in his hands as he worked lower and lower.

Finally, he pulled them off my feet and tossed them over a shoulder.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He knelt at the foot of the bed, hooking his hands behind my knees. Then with a fast tug, he had me splayed before him.

Brody didn’t linger. He dove in, flattening his tongue as he tasted my glistening folds. When he reached my clit, I nearly came off the bed.

“Oh my God.” I writhed, shaking and trembling for more.

He licked me again. “You taste fucking incredible.”

My hands found their way into his hair, gripping it as he feasted. The torture was pure ecstasy and I succumbed to the build. It came in a rush, hard and fast. My toes curled as the sensation swallowed me whole and I orgasmed on Brody’s lips, moaning his name and praising the angel who’d blessed him with such a gifted tongue.

The aftershocks shook my limbs as he stood but the sound of his belt buckle loosening snapped me out of my sated stupor. I cracked my eyes open and propped up on an elbow as he worked the buttons on his shirt with practiced efficiency. He tugged it free from his slacks and whipped it off his arms.

Brody’s body was mouthwatering. I hadn’t appreciated it enough the night of the wedding. His stomach was made of perfect squares, the definition between them crisp and lickable. His arms were honed to perfection, muscle upon muscle. The veins beneath his skin bulged. I’d be tracing those little lines later with my tongue.

My eyes drifted lower, taking his body in with a slow perusal.

“Sweatshirt.” He jerked his chin. “Off.”

I sat up and stripped it as fast as I could, not wanting to miss the show as he shoved down his pants and the white boxer briefs beneath. They slid off his thick legs, the muscles as defined on his lower half as they were the top. I’d study them later because right now, my gaze was fixed on his swollen cock. The velvet shaft was hard and long, the tip decorated with a pearled drop.

Brody came into the bed, taking me deeper into the pillows. Then he dropped his mouth to my throat, his breath fluttering there before he took a deep inhale.

“You smell like flowers.”

I hummed, closing my eyes as the heat from his bare skin warmed mine. Brody smelled like spice and earth. It was a clean scent, rich and robust, like the man himself. A scent I missed when I went too long without a pull.