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GENNA HADN’T HAD many opportunities to be ballsy and brave in her life. So she figured she’d been saving up, and this was the perfect time to put every bold instinct she possessed to work.
She didn’t want Brody’s thinking she was ashamed of him standing in the way of whatever they were building together. If it took being outed to her parents to prove that, then fine.
She wanted Brody Lane.
And, dammit, after ten years, she was finally going to have him.
Except he was standing there, fully clothed and still wearing his coat, one hand flexed as if reaching for the doorknob.
And she was standing here, almost naked except her undies and high heels. It wasn’t that she minded the almost-naked part. It was the clothing inequality that bothered her. And the fact that he wasn’t making any moves to change it.
Her bravado waned a smidge. What had she been thinking? That he’d take one look at her underwear, lose his mind and do her against the wall? Clearly her thinking needed an adjustment. Since her state of nakedness did, too, her fingers itched to grab her dress.
Then she saw the look in his eyes. It was as if the golden depths had turned molten, his gaze was so hot. She saw his jaw clench, and the pulse at the base of his throat was pounding hard.
Relief surging through her, washing away the nerves and making way for desire, Genna almost did a happy dance right there in the entryway.
He wanted her. Maybe not enough to grab her and do her against the wall, but that look made her think that maybe she could change his mind.
Knowing that, she didn’t feel naked anymore.
She felt powerful.
“C’mon, big boy,” she said, her tone husky and suggestive. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Brody laughed, just as she’d hoped he would. Then, his eyes still hot and locked on her body, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer. Close enough to touch.
She didn’t wait for him to make the first move.
She’d said she was seducing him, and she meant it.
So she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him closer, ignoring the ping as one of his buttons flew off and hit the wall. In heels, she was tall enough that all she had to do was tilt her head back to meet his mouth. So tilt she did, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck and holding tight.
As his mouth took hers, she was grateful she was holding on. Oh, my. Her mind spun in a slow, delicious circle.
It was like he was starving and she a feast.
His tongue swept in, plunging deep. Demanding a response that was hard to offer while her body was melting into a puddle of lust.
But Genna did her best. Her tongue danced with his, their lips sliding in hot need against each other. The moves rolled, one into another, and she could barely think as the passion pounded through her veins.
His hands swept along her arms so light and soft they were barely there, leaving tingles of needy heat. He reached her wrists and bracketed each loosely between his fingers.
Then, so fast she didn’t even realize what was happening, he had her up against the wall.
Genna almost came right then and there. Her core throbbed, wet and hot. Her thighs trembled and her mind went completely blank. All she could do was feel. And she felt incredible.
Trapped between the cool plaster and his hard, hot body, she wrapped one leg around his thigh to pull him closer. He gripped her hands, both of them, and lifted them above her head, anchoring them there with one of his while he slid the other into her hair to lift her face closer.
His kiss was voracious.
His teeth scraped her lower lip, tugging it into his mouth, then sucking. Genna whimpered. His tongue swept over the tender flesh as if soothing it, then plunged into her mouth again.
His fingers skimmed along the back of her neck, tugging at her hair to hold her mouth in place, totally at his mercy. A part of her reveled in the power he had over her. That he demanded.
Another part, though, wanted to make demands of her own. She wanted to touch him. To run her hands over those muscles and feel how hard they could get. To measure the tantalizing width of his shoulders, the rigid length of his thighs. And all the other hard, wide and long things he might be willing to share.
She shifted to release her hands from his grip. But he wouldn’t let go.
A thrill surged through her system, from the tips of her fingers to the aching bud between her thighs. She tugged harder, but his grip didn’t change. He was in control.
Or so he thought.
Unable to use her hands, Genna slid her foot down the back of his thigh to his calf, using the move to press her core tighter against his hip. Then she slid her foot back up, gripping him tight.
He growled, low and sexy in his throat.
She arched her back to press her breasts against his chest. The move made her nipples tighten to rigid buds, aching for attention.
As if he’d heard their plea, he skimmed his hand down the side of her throat and slid it between their bodies to cup her breast. She swelled, aching and needy, against the lace of her bra trying to get closer to the hard warmth of his palm.
Her breath came faster now. Her pulse raced and her heart pounded so hard, she was sure he could feel it.
“More,” she breathed against his lips.
“How much more?” His fingers dipped between the edge of her bra and her skin, rubbing his knuckles back and forth along her nipple. She squirmed, pressing herself tighter against his thigh, desperate to ease the mounting pressure there.
“Everything you’ve got,” she gasped.
He leaned back. She gave a shuddering sigh, her arms moving to reach for him. But although he lowered his hand so her arms were bent above her head, he didn’t let go.
Instead, he used his free hand to pull the lace cup of her bra down so it lifted her breast. For a long, exhilarating moment he stared. His eyes were hot, intense. His breath short and the look on his face as needy as the desire contracting low in Genna’s belly.
He brushed one finger, just the tip, over her nipple.
Genna whimpered.
He leaned forward, this time touching his tongue to her pebbled peak. He pulled back just a little and blew.
Genna’s thighs quivered, her clitoris trembling. She pressed harder against his thigh, undulating, desperate to relieve the pressure.
His free hand skimmed over her stomach, fingers leaving a hot trail all the way to the slender elastic band of her thong. He traced the lace from front to back, then reached out to cup his large hand over her butt, squeezing her cheek and pulling her tight against him. Angling her perfectly.
Oh, God.
Her body started shaking.
He bent his head, taking her nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard. Swirling his tongue around, nipping, then swirling again. His hand slid beneath her thigh, his fingers touching the wet bud there. He gently pinched her clitoris, making her cry out.
So close.
Her body was so tight.
The orgasm right there, just out of reach.
Now.
She needed it now.
He didn’t bother pushing her panties aside. Instead, with a quick snap of his fingers, he ripped the lace so the fabric fell to the floor between their feet.
Sucking hard on her nipple, it wasn’t until he pinched the other one that she realized he’d let go of her arms.
Unable to remember what she’d wanted to do with her hands, unable to do anything else, she gripped his shoulders so tight her nails dug into his flesh.
He slid two fingers along the length of her swollen clit. Up, then down, then up again.
The climax coiled tighter.
Then he thrust one finger inside her, swirling while his thumb worked her bud.
The climax snapped.
Genna’s head flew back against the wall, her eyes closed tight as stars exploded in time with the orgasm pounding through her.
He didn’t stop sucking or thrusting.
She didn’t stop coming.
Not until everything went black, the stars behind her eyes fading. The orgasm was still coming in tiny shudders now, her slick flesh still vibrating around his finger.
Her breath tore from a throat so dry, she had to try three times just to swallow.
He shifted, leaving a chill where his body had been.
“Where are you going?” she cried, not done with him yet.
“I want to taste you.”
Ohhhh. The walls of her insides quivered again, a tiny orgasm exploding at his words.
But as much as she wanted to score as many climaxes as she could, she wanted something else more.
She wanted to touch him.
To see him.
For more than ten years, she’d dreamed of seeing him naked. Fantasized about what his body looked like. She wanted—no, needed—to see it. Now.
She grabbed his shirt, still loose around his shoulders.
“Not yet,” she said, shaking her head.
His eyes met hers. The golden depths were molten with desire, narrowed in question.
“Strip first,” she told him. “It’s only fair.”
His lips quirked to one side and he gave her body a considering look. Genna followed his gaze, realizing he’d pushed her bra beneath both of her breasts, the black lace vivid against her pale white flesh and berry-red nipples. Her panties were shredded, leaving the only other thing on her body a belly-button ring and a pair of black heels.
“I can strip later,” he said, his words husky as he reached out one finger and slid it between her legs before lifting the wet proof of his handiwork to his lips. “I’m hungry now.”
Genna’s knees almost gave out. She had to take a couple of deep breaths to clear the haze from her eyes, then she forced herself to shake her head.
“Strip,” she repeated, pushing the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders. And oh, baby, what shoulders they were. Pure muscle beneath silken flesh. Leaving him to deal with the buttons at his cuffs, she smoothed her hands over those shoulders. He was so warm, so hard.
She shifted forward, her lips brushing against that flesh.
She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent, filling herself with his essence. Forgetting her orders, forgetting everything but exploring his chest with her mouth, she kissed her way over the delicious range of muscles, pausing to flick her tongue over one nipple before continuing her exploration.
She heard a thud, followed by another. But it was the weight of his slacks and belt hitting her toes that got her attention. Because that meant he’d gotten down to the good stuff. The stuff she wanted to play with most.
Unable to resist one last kiss, she then leaned back to check him out.
And almost came again, right then and there.
“Oh. My.”
It was like she’d died and gone to heaven.
He was even bigger than she’d dreamed.
Her eyes locked on his penis as he stepped out of his pants, his toes pushing his socks off one foot, then the other. The move made that very, very large erection bounce.
Before she could look her fill, he dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she objected.
“I stripped.”
With no further explanation, his hands cupped her butt cheeks and pulled her closer. His tongue pressed between her damp curls, flicking and sucking.
Genna felt herself drowning again as desire washed over her.
“No,” she gasped desperately. “Not yet.”
His tongue paused. She moved fast, before he could overrule her. Or put that tongue back to work. One more lick and she was going to explode.
She fell to her knees, pressing him backward so fast he was too surprised to protest. As soon as he was on his back, she leaned down and took him into her mouth.
“Hey, now,” he growled.
Still bent low, her hair trailing along his thighs, she shot him a mischievous smile.
“But I’m hungry, too.”
He arched one brow, then shifted. Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted and turned her as if she weighed nothing. Now her knees straddled his chest and she was flashing him everything else. Before she could be embarrassed or self-conscious, actually before she could even blink, his tongue was back at work.
What’s a girl to do, she thought, letting the sensations take over and bending low to slide her lips over the long, hard length of his arousal. Her head moved up and down, her mouth sucking and tongue swirling in time with his. His fingers gripped her thighs. Hers were braced flat on the floor. He pulled back just a little, blowing cool air over her wet flesh.
Genna’s breath was coming in whimpering gasps now. She was so close, her body tight, the climax coiled low and intense. She lifted her head so her tongue danced around the velvet tip of his penis, then she sucked it into her mouth like a lollipop.
He growled.
His fingers gripped tighter and his mouth stilled for a moment, as if he were focusing on keeping control. Then, with a breath that gusted over her thighs, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth one more time, then thrust his tongue deep into her throbbing passage.
With a cry of shock, Genna exploded.
Her entire body shook with the power of her orgasm. She rode the waves, panting and oblivious to everything except the sensations, bigger, stronger than anything she’d ever felt in her life. More intense than anything she’d even fantasized about.
She didn’t know how long it lasted. She didn’t even realize that Brody had moved until she finally floated back to earth and realized she was lying on the floor now, wrapped in Brody’s arms.
“Bed?”
“Here,” she demanded, still panting from the power of her climax. She felt as if she’d climbed a very tall, very hard mountain. But she still had one more peak to scale. She slid her hand up and down the rock-hard velvet of his erection, then knowing how fast she could get distracted if she started touching him again, she quickly shifted away, grabbing her purse off the floor.
She didn’t have a clue how he was going to top that incredible orgasm. Or even if he could.
But oh, baby, she was more than willing to let him try.
* * *
BRODY GROANED, NOT sure what he missed more. The warmth of her slender body against his. Or the feel of her talented fingers working their magic. He started to grab her back, then realized she was already on there, a condom held between two fingers like a trophy.
It was as if she’d read his mind. His grin was fast and just a little tight as need pounded through his system.
He reached for the foil wrapper. Quick as a cat, she pulled it away. Wiggling her brows, she tore it open herself, the move slow and deliberate. After a quick glance for placement, she locked her eyes on his, forcing him to meet her wicked gaze as she slid the latex over his throbbing cock.
The effect of her eyes watching his reaction, and the way she slid her fingers around the base of his dick, made him groan.
“Now,” he growled, reaching for her. It had to be now. He’d never wanted anyone, anything, as much as he wanted her right this second. He was terrified he might even need her. But since most of the blood in his body was currently partying down south, his brain couldn’t muster enough energy to worry about that.
He’d have plenty of time to worry later.
Now, he had to have her.
Since relinquishing control wasn’t something he did long or well, he jackknifed into a sitting position, taking her mouth. Her eyes widened with surprise, then blurred with passion. He grabbed her waist and shifted their positions so she was beneath him. Her fingers clutching his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Mouths still locked together, he slid into her in a single smooth move that felt more natural than breathing. Buried deep, Brody had only a second to wonder at the sense of coming home before his body demanded more.
Eager to get past the strange emotions buffeting him, he slowly pulled away, sliding almost out. Then he plunged.
Pulling her mouth free of his, Genna gasped.
He plunged again. And again.
He arched his back, shifting higher on his knees so her hips were off the floor. Her feet anchored to the small of his back, she met his every thrust with a panting moan and a tiny undulating move of her own.
Those tiny moves were killing his control.
Brody’s breath came faster.
His body tightened.
He thrust faster. Harder. Deeper.
More.
He had to have more of her.
He wanted all of her.
Genna’s moans turned to whimpers, higher and higher. Her thighs locked tight around hips, her fingers trembling as she dug her nails into his biceps.
He slid back out, leaving just the tip of his dick in her warmth. Her eyes flew open and she gave him an urgent look.
Staring into those blue depths, Brody plunged again, burying himself as deep as he could get.
And watched her explode.
Her cry echoing in his head, her climax pulsating and clenching his cock, Brody followed her right over the edge. The orgasm was so seriously mind-blowing, he didn’t know when he’d be able to think again. Instead, he collapsed against her, twisting just before they came together so they were on their sides.
And he held tight.
* * *
GENNA’S BODY FELT like it’d been used, and used well.
She throbbed in places she’d never been aware she had.
Her skin tingled.
Her lips were too swollen to talk.
Her muscles too lax to move.
Thankfully, Brody had still been sporting the manly mojo. Somewhere between minutes and hours after they’d guaranteed she’d get turned on every time she walked through her front door, he’d swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs.
When they’d fallen into bed together, she’d thought they’d sleep. She’d been almost there when he’d started the whole amazing experience over again. He’d claimed he wanted to see how it compared on a mattress.
Snuggled close, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder and his arms tight around her, Genna had to say it had compared pretty darned well.
“I’m thinking you had a lot more fun this evening than if we’d gone to dinner,” she said quietly, her tone teasing as she swirled her fingers through the light dusting of hair on his chest.
“I’m sorry about that,” he murmured against her hair.
“I’m not,” she said with a little laugh. “This was much, much better.”
“I had to go by barracks today to get something to wear,” he finally said, sounding as though he’d just confessed to wearing her undies. Maybe someone had given him a bad time about dressing up for a date?
Still floating on a cloud of sexual delight, Genna sighed at the memory of how hot he’d looked all dressed up. “And I tore your buttons off. I’ll sew them back so you don’t have to go get another shirt.”
It was sweet, though, that he’d thought a dinner that was just two friends hanging out necessitated a trip home to get special clothes.
“I haven’t been back since the accident. Since before we shipped off on that last mission.” Brody’s words were quiet, just a hint above a whisper. But Genna’s heart clenched at the pain in them. Her smile fell away, her breath knotting in her throat. She wanted to shift up onto her elbow so she could see his face in the moonlight, to try to figure out why he was hurting so badly. But knowing he’d hate that, she kept her head on his shoulder instead. And waited.
“We lost a guy on that mission. Seeing his empty bunk was a reminder, you know?”
It was only a few words. But there was so much pain in them, Genna could barely control her sob. She swallowed hard, blinking to clear the burning from her eyes and trying to get control. She knew the only thing Brody would hate more than sharing his emotions was her dumping hers all over him.
“I wanted to let you know,” he said, his words a whisper in the night. “You asked why I was such an ass when I got here. It wasn’t you. It was that.”
Her teeth clenched tight to keep the hot torrent of tears from falling, Genna had to take a couple of breaths through her nose before she could find enough control to respond.
“Hey, now,” she finally said softly, proud that her laugh was only a little shaky. “I never called you an ass.”
“I was acting like one.”
“I’m not denying that,” she said, finally in control enough of her expression to shift to her elbow and look at him. “I’m just saying that I didn’t call you that.”
His smile was more a twitch than a grin, but she’d take what she could get. The moonlight softened his features, casting a warm glow over the bed. It didn’t blunt the impact of his vivid eyes, though. Genna was pretty sure nothing could.
“So that means you’re not going to hold a grudge over dinner?” he teased.
“Well...”
“I knew it.” This time his smile was real.
“You can make it up to me, though.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes blurring with desire and one hand cupping her breast. “Did you have something in mind?”
“Actually, I was hoping we could try it with me on top this time,” she said, wriggling her brows suggestively. “Now that I’ve had my way with you, it’s your turn. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”
That made him laugh. And thankfully, to lean down to kiss her. Genna was grateful. She needed something to distract her from the tight ache in her heart.
The first two times, their lovemaking had been a wild ride, fast and furious with shades of desperation.
This time, Brody was calling the shots.
His moves were smooth, gentle. Pure confidence and delicious control. His lips never left hers as he shifted their positions so she was flat on her back. Fingers entwined, he trailed kisses over her cheek, along her jaw and down her throat.
Genna moaned when he reached that spot at the base of her neck, right where it met her collarbone. Desire coiled again, low in her belly. But this time it was mixed with a tenderness, a gentle sort of emotion she wasn’t sure what to do with.
So she ignored it and focused on the rising passion.
His hand swept down her side, cupping her waist before sliding down to her thigh. Fingers gentle, he trailed his hand along her leg in a teasing move until he’d reached her aching core. Soft as a whisper, he worked her until she begged.
Then, finally, he shifted, looming large and hard over her before he slid, smooth as silk, into her welcoming warmth.
The minute he plunged, she exploded.
It was like floating on a sea of sensations. The orgasm just kept pounding, washing over her in wave after wave. His moves were slower, as if he wanted to prolong her delight.
By the time he gave over to his own body’s demands, Genna had lost count of her orgasms. It wasn’t until he slid out and moved away, then lay back down to pull her tight into his arms, that the sexual aftershocks started to abate.
Well. Nothing like incredible sex to clarify a few things.
Not that Genna had had incredible sex before tonight. Mediocre, okay. Decent sex, yes. But tonight, Brody had shown her the difference between a nice orgasm and a mind-blowing, ongoing, multiclimaxing meltdown.
Her fingers tangled in the soft hair of his chest, she snuggled in closer and sighed. His scent wrapped around her as tightly as his arms, keeping her close, making her feel special.
Tonight had shown her what great sex was, yes. But it’d also made her realize that she’d been fooling herself that this thing she had for Brody was just a fun, easy thing to enjoy while he was home. Something she’d be able to look back on with a smile as a fond memory.
It’d been one thing to nurture a decade-old schoolgirl crush. To see him as a hero on a white horse who’d someday ride in to sweep her into his arms. As someone who’d magically transform her life from blah to amazing with just a kiss.
That’d been a little silly, a lot sentimental.
So she had plenty of experience with what a crush felt like.
But now?
She’d had incredible sex, yes.
But she’d seen the real Brody. The man beneath the hero. The one who had fought hard to overcome an ugly beginning. Who had a sense of honor, of loyalty that was beyond her understanding of the words. A man who had made himself a real hero in the truest meaning of the word, but didn’t see himself that way.
A man who could withstand all manner of pain, except the pain of feeling like he’d failed.
Finally, she felt as if she knew the real Brody.
And she was sure, absolutely and without any doubt, that she was 100 percent, head over heels in love with him.
And that—unlike the crush—was going to end up breaking her heart.
Genna snuggled in closer, trying to get as close to him as she could. As sexually fueled exhaustion pulled her down, her last thought was that whatever heartache she experienced, Brody was worth it.
