He swallowed when he touched her sex, still moist from her climax.
He grew even harder, wanting so badly to put the damn condom on and slide into her slick heat. But the gentleman in him argued to go slow, to taste every inch of her body and bring her over the edge again before he took his own release. Once more he tried to slow the pace, stroking her with his thumb.
His gentlemanly intentions got him nowhere.
“I’m ready,” she said between gritted teeth. “I don’t need slow. I need you to fuck me, Brody.”
His cock jerked at the wicked request.
Oh, man. He’d never have pegged this woman as a dirty talker. But, damn, how he liked it.
Without another word, he rolled the condom onto his shaft, positioned himself between her thighs and drove deep inside her. They released simultaneous groans.
Burying his face in the curve of her neck, Brody inhaled the sweet feminine scent of her and withdrew, slowly, torturously, only to thrust into her to the hilt before she could blink.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered in her ear. “So wet.”
“Told you I was ready,” she said between gasps of pleasure.
He slammed into her, over and over again, groaning each time she lifted her hips to take him deeper. It was too fast for him, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The way she dug her fingers into his buttocks and pulled him toward her, squeezing his cock with her tight wetness. The rising pleasure in his body, the impatient throb in his groin that forced him to move even faster.
She exploded again, quivering, shuddering, making little mewling sounds that had his entire body burning with excitement.
He continued plunging into her until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He came a second later, kissing her harshly as his climax rocked into him with the force of a hurricane. Shards of pleasure ripped through him, hot, intense, insistent. Uncontrollable. He fought for air, wondering how it was possible that the little woman beneath him had managed to bring him to the most incredible release of his life.
They lay there for a moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick, his cock still buried inside her.
Hayden ran her hands along his sweat-soaked back, then murmured, “Not bad.”
Even in his state of orgasmic numbness Brody managed a mock frown. “Not bad? That’s all you can say?”
“Fine, it was tremendously good.”
“That’s better.”
With a small grin, she disentangled herself from his embrace and got to her feet. Her gaze ruefully drifted in the direction of the bedroom they’d never managed to reach. “Five more steps and we could’ve been on my big, comfortable bed.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, the soft carpet itching the hell out of his back. “Don’t you worry, Hayden,” he said with a rakish glint in his eye. “The night is still young.”
3
“HOW MANY?” Darcy demanded the next day.
Hayden moved her cell phone to her other ear and maneuvered her rental car through afternoon traffic. Chicago’s downtown core was surprisingly busy; tonight’s Warriors game had probably compelled more than a few people to leave work early. Hayden, on the other hand, didn’t have a choice in the matter. Whether she wanted to or not, she was about to spend the evening sitting next to her dad in the owner’s box, watching a sport she not only found dismally boring, but one she’d resented for years.
God, she couldn’t even count how many games she’d been dragged to over the years. Hundreds? Thousands? Regardless of the final tally, she was no closer to liking hockey now, at twenty-six, than she had been at age six, when her father took her to her first game. To her, hockey meant constant uprooting. Traveling, moving, sitting behind the bench with a coloring book because her dad hadn’t felt right hiring a nanny.
A shrink would probably tell her that she was projecting, taking out her frustration with her father on an innocent little sport, but she couldn’t help it. No matter how hard she’d tried over the years, she couldn’t bring herself to appreciate or enjoy the damn game.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” she said into her cell, stopping at a red light. An El train whizzed overhead, momentarily making her deaf to anything but the thundering of the train as it tore down the tracks.
“Like hell you don’t,” Darcy was saying when the noise died down. “How many, Hayden?”
Suppressing a tiny smile, she finally caved in. “Five.”
“Five!” Darcy went silent for a moment. Then she offered an awe-laced obscenity. “You’re telling me the hunk gave you five orgasms last night?”
“He sure did.” The memory alone brought a spark of heat to her still-exhausted body. Muscles she hadn’t even known she had were still aching, thanks to the man who could definitely give the Energizer Bunny a run for its money.