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Chapter 14
Lainey hadn’t thought before kissing Brody. She hadn’t weighed the consequences, or wondered if it was the right thing to do, or worried that he’d think she was out of line.
She’d only felt. Been consumed by overwhelming need, as if she’d die if she didn’t kiss Brody right now.
And Brody was clearly on board with her plan. His arms tightened around her, and he opened his mouth to hers. Nipped at her lower lip, then tugged gently on the delicate tissue. Her moan of pleasure echoed in his mouth, a sound only the two of them could hear.
As she deepened the kiss, Brody shifted, until she was pressed against Candy’s stall, Brody’s hard body crowding hers. Surrounding her. But instead of feeling trapped and panicking, she flew. Soared into the pleasure only Brody could give her.
Her gasps blended with Brody’s, filling the silent barn. He ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, leaving trails of fire behind. With a deep, needy groan, he tugged her closer and cupped her ass. Lifted her, so that the heat and hardness of his cock pressed into the notch between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and abandoned herself to pleasure.
He trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping at the tendon and making her shiver. Then he yanked her shirt out of her jeans and splayed his fingers against her abdomen. His hand was hot, his skin rough, and she squirmed against him. She wanted his fingers higher.
As if he could read her mind, he slid his hand up and fumbled with the front closure of her bra. Unsnapped it and freed her aching breasts. He breathed her name against her throat, then yanked her shirt up, burying his face in the valley between her breasts.
“More,” she gasped, hardly able to form the words she needed. “More, Brody.”
His throat rippled against her mouth. His hand shook as he covered one breast. Moved his palm over her nipple, until she cried out with pleasure. With need. Fire traveled from her breasts to the ache between her legs, and she pressed harder against him. She needed more from Brody. Needed everything.
As he took one nipple in his mouth, her legs trembled, too weak to keep her wrapped around Brody. As she began to slide down his body, he banded an arm around her waist, keeping her upright.
She fumbled with the button on his jeans, alternately trying to shove it through the too-tiny buttonhole and smoothing her palm over his hard, hot length. When she squeezed, his hips bucked wildly against her. His mouth tightened on her nipple, sucking so hard that she cried out with need. “More, Brody,” she panted. “I need more. Now. Please.”
Finally she got the button of his jeans undone. She pushed the zipper down cautiously, and when she’d finished, she shoved at his jeans, pushing them to his knees. Then she slid her hand into his boxers and curled her fingers around him.
“Lainey,” he gasped. “Stop. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Does it feel like I’m unsure?” she whispered. “Does it feel like I want to stop?”
“No,” he panted, his hips jerking when she circled his tip. “No. But I need to hear the words.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want you.” She struggled to remove his clothes. “Right now. Right here.”
He lifted his head. Pulled her tight against him, where she couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t pull his jeans all the way off. “I want you, too, Lainey,” he said, his words guttural. Hoarse. “More than I’ve wanted anything in my life. But we’re not sixteen-year-olds. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, and I want to take care with you. Show you how much I want you. And making love on the dirty floor of the barn isn’t going to show you that. I want you in my bed, where no one is going to surprise us. Where no one can hear us. Where I can take my time with you. Do all the things I’ve wanted to do for so long without worrying about an audience.”
He stepped away from her, keeping hold of her hands. She forced herself to open her eyes. His hair stood up in tufts. From her hands, she realized. His pupils had dilated until they were black with only a tiny rim of blue. His face was flushed, and the redness extended down his neck. Disappeared into his shirt.
His lips were swollen. Bright red.
Did she look the same? Aroused? Disheveled? Needy?
She certainly felt that way.
She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Brody. Had never felt need pound through her with a relentless beat, had never felt as if her skin was on fire. That she’d combust in seconds if he touched her.
She managed to nod. “Okay. Not in the barn.” One side of her mouth curled up. “We’ll save the ‘sex in the barn’ fantasy for some other time.”
Brody froze. Closed his eyes. “Stop, Lainey,” he groaned. “Not another word.” He buttoned his jeans and grabbed her hand. Tugged her toward the door. When he opened it, he stuck his head out and glanced around, then pulled her beside him. With his arm around her shoulders, he hurried toward the house. Threw the door open so hard that it bumped against the wall.
Once he’d closed and locked it, he kissed her again. Hoisted her into his arms, and she tangled her legs around his waist.
Carrying her easily, he hurried up the stairs and into the room across from hers. A huge bed backed against the wall, with a multi-colored Western blanket spread on top of it. Matching dressers made of the same light-colored wood stood against the opposite wall, and a small couch sat in front of the windows, looking out toward the mountains.
A picture of a man who looked a lot like Brody hung on one wall, with a couple of Western landscapes on the others.
“Tour later,” he said, letting her slide down his body without letting her go. He closed and locked the bedroom door with one hand. With the other, he fumbled to unbutton his shirt.
Desire pounded through her like a drumbeat, insistent and demanding. She moved closer to help him rip off his clothes, but as she reached for him, she suddenly lost her nerve.
