It was all she needed to say.
Leaning in, he captured her mouth with is. Soft. Slow. Lingering. Their lips moved together, an unhurried dance of longing and discovery.
Brody’s hand caressed the side of her neck, his fingers raking gently into her hair. Like he had earlier, guiding her head into a slight tilt. Deepening the kiss, Ro felt the mattress lift with a rise to his feet.
Never taking his mouth from hers, the talented man removed the covers from her lower half and brought himself onto the bed next to her. Though he didn’t address it verbally, Ro could tell every move of his was made with a conscious effort to avoid the bandaged area of her arm.
My protector.
Brody’s lips moved from her mouth to her throat, his kisses leaving a blazing trail of fire in their wake. Ro arched her back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his hands roamed over her.
Dressed in nothing but a shirt she’d found hanging in his closet—and the thong she’d worn beneath her ruined dress, since they’d come straight here from the hospital—she felt exposed and a tad vulnerable.
But this was Brody, and with him, Ro knew she was safe.
“Please, Brody.” She arched her lower body toward the warm, callused hand she felt wandering down along her curves. “Make me forget,” she begged. “Make me forget everything else but you.”
A low, hungry growl rumbled from his chest to hers, and his gentle touch turning almost possessive as they explored her. Shivers ran the length of her spine, the sensation created this time by pleasure, rather than fear.
His hot, wet mouth returned to hers. Ro’s fingers traced the hard lines of his back, her nails scraping lightly across his skin as she remained mindful of her wound. The intensity of their connection was so strong it threatened to overwhelm.
Brody’s hand slipped beneath her shirt, and Ro shuddered. She moaned when he filled his palm with her breast, and when he began rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, she thought she’d died and gone to Heaven.
“Mmmm…” Another soft, unintentional moan.
He continued teasing and playing, first with one breast and then the other. And when he was finished with that…
“Need to taste you.”
The deep rasp reached her ears a heartbeat before Brody’s weight lifted from hers. Ro opened her mouth, her intention to protest, but then she realizedhisintention and decided to help him along.
With oh-so-careful moves, the two worked together to remove the shirt she’d been wearing, leaving her in nothing but the tiny scrap of a thong.
Brody tossed the shirt to the side, his almost blackened gaze drinking her in as if she were his favorite beverage. “Fucking beautiful.”
She barely had time to process the words before his mouth was on her. The wet heat of his mouth engulfed her as Brody gave exquisite attention to one of her distended nipples. Using his tongue to pleasure and tease, he took his time…and his fill.
“Ah!” Ro threw her head back with a cry. Her hands went to his hair, her fists clutching the short, thick locks as best they could.
Moans and whispers of his name filled the room as Brody continued the incredible torture. Just when Ro didn’t think she could take anymore, he released her with a soft pop before giving the other breast the same, glorious attention.
Feasting on her mouth once more, Brody’s tongue dominated hers as he guided her back down to the mattress. When the passionate kiss was no longer enough, he pulled away and looked down at her with a hungry, heated stare.
“More.” He moved down the length of her body, his fingers dipping between the skin at her hip and the miniscule strap of elastic holding her black satin thong in place.
The caveman-type speak made her smile. She’d never seen this side of Brody before. Almost frantic with desire and need.
No, the Brody King she knew was always in control.Always.But the man who’d just ripped that thong right off her—literally—was all ragged breaths, rough movements, and deep, almost desperate growls.
A man filled with a sort of animalistic need.
That’s exactly how Ro felt just then. Wild. Feral. Like an animal in heat.
And for the first time in her life, she was filled to the rim with such need she thought she mightdiefrom the magnificent pressure building up from deep within.
But Brody wouldn’t let her die. Figuratively or otherwise. Not if he had the power to stop it. And right now, in this moment, he was the most powerful man in Ro’s world.
“Beautiful,” he whispered into the night.