Page 56 of Careless Whispers


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Holy fucking shitballs! I hate him!

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

“Oh—my—G-G-God!” My sputter stutters with the cold. My heart is beating so fast that I can’t tell if I’m about to go into shock or if the salt water is messing with my blurry vision. “W-what the f-fuck?”

It doesn’t matter how hard I slap his chest, Brody holds me tighter to him. My legs are shivering jelly that can’t hold me up with the weight of my wet dress and the push and pull of the waves around us.

“About time I got you wet, sweetheart,” he guffaws, a wandering hand tracing up my thigh and cupping my pussy from behind.

“So fucking cold.”

The arm around my waist tightens while his fingertips rake the top of my slit. Teasing my clit. “I have every intention of warming you back up.”

Sculpted lips crash to mine and with a languid groan his hot tongue pushes into my mouth. I don’t know how he does it, but even in the cold water, my body burns up for him, melting into his. My senses spark with every possessive swirl of his tongue with mine and every masterful stroke of his fingers.

“Fuck,” he curses with a quick snatch of breath. “I don’t care if I have to tie you up and kidnap you, but I’m taking you to Texas with me.”

Another high wave pushes us back toward the sand, and this time Brody does nothing to stop us from washing up on the shore. I land in a heap on top of him. Limbs tangled together and my hair slicked and knotted around us.

“You’re crazy,” I cough into his chest.

“I’m not leaving without you.” Both of his hands grip my face and tug me up his body until we’re eye to eye. “Crazy or not, I’m taking you with me.”

“Okay. Okay!”

“Okay?” Brody grins up at me, stealing a quick lick of my wet lips.

“I’ll come.” The salacious smirk that tugs at his face has me elaborating. “I’ll come to Texas with you.”

Leaning up, Brody replies with a hard kiss that causes me to blank completely. Everything fades, ceases to exist as I’m sucked into our own world where nothing else matters but Brody and me. He’s crazy and clearly I’m no better.

I’m a shivering, breathless, sodding mess as I pull back to see his handsome face while his fingers comb through my wet hair.

God, I really am losing my mind because my only thought right now is how much I need him and want him. How deeply he burrowed under my skin and into my heart because as much as I’m terrified of what might happen between us, I can’t stop myself from falling in love with him.

“Christ, you’re no good for my sanity,” I breathe over his lips.

Using his fingers to push the slicked hair from my face, he strokes his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m not?”

“No, and I don’t know if my heart can take all this madness.”

A broad smile beams at me, causing my entire being to light up and my body to wring itself with more emotions than I can contain.

“Well, I can’t do shit about your sanity, Angel.” His hoarse voice licks over my jaw with a blazing heat that threatens to consume me completely.

“You can’t.”

“Nope,” Brody whispers back, sitting up so that our bodies are flush while a hand trails from my face, down my throat to splay on my chest. “But your heart is always safe with me.”

I’m grateful that it’s dark and we’re both dripping wet because it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart at his words as my emotions get the better of me and tears fill my eyes.

“It is?”

“One-hundred-fucking-percent, beautiful.”

I don’t care how cold it is or that we’re soaking wet, my only need right now is Brody. Brody and his kiss. Brody and his strong hands. Brody and all the things he makes me feel.

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