Page 66 of Forsaken Trail (Runaway 4)

He was an addiction. I’d had no trouble giving up wine or lunch meat or soft cheese during this pregnancy. But if someone asked me to give up Brody’s scent, I wouldn’t be able to do it.

In all these months, I hadn’t let myself believe that the night of the wedding had been anything more than sex. A one-night stand. Except it had meant more, hadn’t it? Not just because of the baby, but because Brody was . . . special. Lasting.

“Will this be okay?” He leaned back with concern in his eyes. “Sex?”

“For the baby?”

He nodded.

“It’s fine.” I wrapped my legs around his ass, raising my hips to brush my soaking center against his erection.

Brody hissed, his jaw flexing as he closed his eyes. “If I hurt you—”

“You won’t.” I urged him closer. “Come inside.”

That sharp jaw flexed again, like he was fighting for control, then he positioned himself at my entrance and slid deep.

My breath hitched when the root of his cock pressed against my clit. My back arched off the plush bed and my fingertips dug into the skin at his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He dropped a line of open-mouthed kisses across my chest, right along the swell of my breasts. “So good.”

“Move.” I gripped his arms, holding tight as he slid out and rocked us together again.

The night of the wedding, he’d fucked me. Hard. The next morning my core had ached from the power of his thrusts. But tonight would be different. We both needed it easy. With the baby, this wasn’t a rough and rowdy tumble in his sheets. This was the slow savor. The steady climb.

Stroke after stroke, Brody glided us together. He never gave me all his weight, careful to hover above my body. His thrusts were full of the same grace he held in every movement. The roll of his hips. The firm press.

My God, he knew how to give pleasure. My breaths turned to pants. My toes dug into the comforter. My hands gripped its gray cotton, squeezing it as my inner walls fluttered around Brody.

“Aria,” he whispered into my ear. One of his hands dropped to mine, threading his fingers between mine and raising it above my head. He pinned it to the headboard, then did the same with the other.

“You’re so tight. So wet.” His hands held my arms there, his fingers tight to mine. “Come, baby. Come for me. Come while I fuck you.”

The naughty words shot straight to my pussy and I exploded, crying his name as I lost control. White spots exploded in my vision. My legs shook and my arms, still locked above my head, pulled hard against Brody’s locked grip. Through my release, his hips never slowed, and when I dared open my eyes and return to earth, his green gaze was waiting.

“That was . . .” Brody’s throat bobbed. “Beautiful. God, you are beautiful.”

I tipped my hips, drawing him deeper into my body. “Your turn.”

He moved, faster and faster, still using care. Then his lips crashed down on mine, my taste lingering on his tongue, and he kissed me until his release came over him and he poured himself into my body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to mine as he came down from the rush. Then he twisted, rolling to his back and taking me with him.

I collapsed on his chest, struggling to regain my breath.

A lock of hair was in my face but my arms were too weak to push it away. I huffed a breath, trying to blow it free. When that didn’t work, Brody tucked it behind a

n ear for me.

“Should we talk about this?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. We should sleep.”

Tomorrow there would be time to talk. Tonight, I only wanted to rest.

And not think about the fact that we might have just ruined everything.

“Oh my God.”