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  I pull my t-shirt off and am surprised by her gasp. Her eyes move over me hungrily, and she says, “All of it. ”

  Unsnapping the button to my shorts, her eyes drop to my waist and she licks her lips. I slowly slide my zipper down, marveling at the way her eyes darken as I torture her with my reveal. I never knew stripping for a woman could be so sensual, but I’m finding I like having her eyes on me.

  When I drop my shorts to the floor and step out, I stand before her with my c**k at full attention. She stares boldly at it, and then raises her eyes to mine. “You’re beautiful,” she tells me.

  I crawl onto the bed, and her legs part to make room for me. I move all the way up her body, hovering for a moment before I lean down and give her a chaste kiss. The sigh that flutters over her lips is so beautifully sweet that my heart flips over.

  Then I move back down, kneeling between her legs, using my hands to push them further apart. I drag my index finger through her curls, loving the slick moisture that speeds my progress.

  She sucks in a deep breath, and a quick glance up at her has her eyes glued on my hand. Carefully, I sink my finger into her, groaning over the heat that surrounds it. Alyssa lets the air out of her lungs in one huge expulsion, and her h*ps flex upward for more.

  And I want to give her more.

  Lying down on my stomach between her legs, I position her legs over my shoulders. She gives a tiny moan because she knows what’s coming. I watch her and her eyes are closed, her lower lip pulled between her teeth, her hands grasping at the down comforter.

  Leaning my head to the left, I rub my beard along the inside of her thigh, first one way where the lay of the bristles are soft. Going back the other way, they abrade slightly, and Alyssa whispers, “That feels so good. ”

  Taking my hands, I part her gently and gaze in appreciation. Leaning down, I make one long lick up her center, circling my tongue around her cl*t a few times. Alyssa’s h*ps fly upward, and a groan bubbles out of her.

  “Shh,” I soothe her gently, lowering my mouth again.

  A warbled cry comes out of her when I bring my lips to her again. I slowly move over her, my breath coming out in hot bursts over her sensitive flesh. I lick at her like she’s my own honeysuckle-flavored ice cream, moving my tongue softly one moment, and roughly the next. I suck at her, pulling her cl*t into my mouth, rubbing the flat edge of my tongue in a fluttering motion, which causes Alyssa to cry out in desperation.

  She desperately wants to come, this I know.

  I desperately want her to come, so I bring one hand down to push my fingers into her, rotating them slightly, while my mouth continues to work her.

  Her legs are trembling, and I can feel them clenching in anticipation. She’s on the precipice and needs a hard push over. Pulling my mouth away, I angle my thumb over, causing my fingers to rotate in her again, and I push down hard against her.

  Alyssa erupts violently, her inner muscles squeezing hard around my fingers, while the rest of her body stiffens momentarily. The keening cry that comes out of her startles me with wonder that I could do something like that… could cause that type of reaction in a woman.

  I gently remove my hand, leaning up slightly to kiss her stomach. I can feel her trembling all over and when I raise my head up, I see tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes.

  “Alyssa?” I murmur in worry.

  Her eyes open up to me, shining and soft. She gives me a smile that is filled with gratitude and care.

  “I have no words,” is all she says, and I smile back at her.

  Crawling up her body, I tell her, “I’m not done with you yet. You know that, right?”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. It’s sweet with a touch of hot, and I cannot wait to sink myself into her.

  Alyssa breaks the kiss and murmurs, “I want you inside of me so bad. ”

  I don’t need to be told twice and I scoot backward off the bed, grabbing my shorts and pulling a condom out of my wallet.

  When I look at Alyssa, she has an eyebrow arched at me. “You came prepared. ”

  “I came hoping,” I tell her with a smirk. “A man can hope, right?”

  She gives a tinkling laugh, her eyes sparkling. “Absolutely. ”

  I start to tear into the foil wrapper, when she gives me pause by saying, “What changed your mind? About being intimate with me?”

  Her question startles me, and I look over at her. For a moment, I don’t know the answer, but then it comes to me. “I think I got tired of being in the darkness of misery. I decided to try for something good. ”

  My answer seems to satisfy her, which is good. It’s the only one I have.

  I start to tear the condom wrapper again, when she pushes up from the bed onto her knees and crawls toward me. Reaching out, she takes it from my hand and says, “Let me. ”

  I let it go with no fight, because yes, I want her hands on me. The prospect of her rolling that onto my c**k has me almost delirious.

  “Lie down on the bed, Brody,” she commands me softly.

  I hold her gaze for a moment, and then I crawl on the bed, lying down in the center of it. I put my hands behind my head to raise it up a bit, all the better to see what she’s doing. Raising one leg, I plant my foot on the mattress and swing my knee back and forth while she makes short work of the foil.

  When she has it in her hand, the end pinched between her thumb and forefinger, she turns to rake her gaze up and down my body. My dick leaps under her bold perusal and practically begs for her touch.

  Alyssa shuffles her knees a few paces to get closer to me on the bed, wrapping one tiny hand around the base of my erection. Her touch… that first spectacular touch… has me growing even harder, and I can’t help but to thrust my h*ps to create some friction.

  “Easy,” she murmurs to me.

  Her words are both tender and sexy, and I’ve never been coiled tighter in anticipation of something than I am right now. Using her other hand, she gently rolls the condom down my swollen length, squeezing me firmly when she finishes.

  I start to sit up, because I’m almost out of patience, but her hand pushes at my chest and she commands, “Don’t. I want to take care of you. ”

  She wants to take care of me.

  I’m not sure I’ve ever had words directed at me before that have had such impact. I’ve certainly never had a woman say she wanted to take care of me… at least not in the form of pleasure.

  I don’t know what that means, but I follow her direction and lie back down on the bed.

  Chapter 16

  Alyssa

  Lord, help me, but I’m not sure I can handle this phenomenally gorgeous man laying spread out before me. The thought of taking control from here on out has me as giddy as a five-year-old at Christmas.

  The fact that he would so easily hand it over to me means that he is in need of being taken care of. It in no way means Brody is weak, because he is probably the strongest person I’ve ever met. But it shows me that he is opening up to help, which means he’s opening himself up to possibility, and that thrills me more than the prospect of riding him straight to a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Giving him another squeeze, I release my grasp on him and flip a leg over his waist, straddling him so that he’s pushing up against my backside. The heat of him burns my skin, and I am powerless to stop myself from wiggling against his dick just so I can feel the sensation. His hands come up to grasp onto my thighs, and he digs his fingers in response.

  I love that… Brody’s responsiveness, and I’m practically evil to do it, but I flex my h*ps again, causing my butt cheeks to graze against him. Air rushes through his teeth, and his fingers dig in a bit harder.

  But my goal is not to tease Brody and, frankly, I really don’t want to wait anymore. I rise up on my knees and scoot back a few inches, so I’m hovering over the tip of his hard length. As I brush against the top of him
, Brody grits his teeth and pins me with a look so intense that I feel like I might burst into flames.

  Very slowly, I lower myself on to him, inch by agonizing inch. His hands come up to my h*ps to help steady me, while his eyes drop down to where we are starting to join. I make the mistake of looking down too… to see what Brody is seeing… and a jolt of pure, sizzling pleasure courses through me as I see myself taking him into my body.

  I glance back at Brody and he must sense my stare, because his eyes lift to mine. I hold him for just a second, and then he’s back focused on where I continue to sink down onto him. His chest starts to heave, and I can feel him put pressure on my h*ps to push me down. I think briefly of fighting it, but I want to feel him to the depths of my soul, so I let him do it.

  I let him push me down until he fills me up completely. Until I’m sitting flat against his pelvis with my legs spread wide, and he’s hitting the deepest part of me.

  There is no stopping the groan that comes out of me, and it causes Brody’s eyes to snap to mine.

  He blinks once as if coming out of a fog, and then gives me a wide smile. “Feels f**king amazing, doesn’t it?”

  “I’m not even sure there’s a word in the dictionary to describe it,” I tell him breathlessly.

  “Let me see what you got,” he murmurs just as he thrusts his h*ps upward.

  Air wheezes out of my lungs, but I keep control of the situation. “I’ll give you everything. ”

  Brody’s grip on my h*ps relaxes a bit as he cedes all the power to me. He turns everything over when he says, “Take care of me, Alyssa. ”

  My heart feels like it constricts in on itself, then releases the pressure outward in a huge burst of warmth and tenderness.

  I am going to take care of this man. I’m going to guard his secret, I’m going to make him feel unbelievable pleasure, and then I’m going to make sure he knows that he’s worthy of the best life has to offer.

  Rising up, I feel the length of him sliding free of my warmth and when I feel almost empty, I push back down onto him. Both of us groan loudly, and I can feel a low thrum of pressure already starting at the base of my spine. I’m so turned on by just being na**d in the same room as Brody, but add in the fact he’s pulsing inside of my most intimate place, and he’s looking at me like I could walk on water, has all of my hormones firing on overload.

  I move up and down on him a few more times at a deliberate pace. Slow… so very slow. Brody’s face is awash in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. I know just how he feels. It feels good—so damn good—and I want it to last forever. But I crave the catastrophic explosion I know is coming. I fear it a little, because I know that it will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, but I hunger for it so badly that it’s just too hard to keep up the deliberate gait I’ve established.

  So I decide to give in to my baser desires and hurtle us both toward nirvana.

  I pick the pace up, my strokes faster… harder. Reaching my hands out, I pinch one of his ni**les, causing him to buck underneath me, but then lean forward to lick at it softly.

  “Fuck, Alyssa,” Brody growls, and I can’t help but smile.

  Giving another tiny lick to the hard pebble, I sit back up straight, planting my hands on his abdomen. I use the leverage to move even faster, curving my h*ps under on each downward thrust to take him in as deep as possible. It feels so good that my eyes close on their own volition.

  My breath comes out in jagged bursts, and tears prick behind my eyelids as my entire body starts to tighten. I’m so close, and I hope Brody is with me. Opening my eyes, I look down at him. He’s staring up at me with such na**d hunger that my rhythm falters, and the pace slackens just a tiny bit.

  But it’s enough to open the door for Brody to take back over, and his upper body surges off the bed. He wraps his arms around me, mashing my br**sts into his chest as his mouth slashes across mine. He kisses me deeply, even as his h*ps take up their own thrusting rhythm, and I let myself succumb to Brody’s pace by wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, like a koala bear hugging a tree.