Kade’s fingers working the zipper of her jeans pulled her back into pleasure. He pushed her pants and her thong down to her ankles. Brodie stepped out of her backless wedges and kicked her feet free as Kade placed one hand behind her butt and lifted her up and into him. His tongue invaded her mouth again and she knew this would be hot and fast and crazy.
Bring it on!
Matching his urgency, she pulled his shirt up his back and over his head, forcing him to let her go so she could pull it off his arms. She ran her hands down his torso—she’d missed his body, missed him, more than she should. Far more than was healthy.
She hated that but she loved this. Loved his hot, masculine, hair-roughened skin. She placed her mouth on his chest to taste him as her hands dropped to his shorts, pulling his belt open with unsteady hands. She needed to feel him in her grasp, needed to taste him on her tongue, to fill her, to complete her.
She needed him.
She both loved and hated the need he stirred inside her.
Kade pushed her hands aside and quickly stripped. She reached down to touch him but he grabbed her wrists to stop her. He encircled them with one hand; easily restraining her while his other hand gripped her jaw and tipped her face up so her eyes collided with his.
Anger and desire were both still there. “We probably shouldn’t do this.”
“I know.” Brodie licked her lips. “But I want to anyway.”
“You sure?” Kade demanded, his voice rough. “Because it’s not going to be pretty. I’m going to ride you, hard.”
Brodie lifted her chin. “I can take everything you hand out, Webb. I’m not a hothouse flower.”
The fingers on her jaw loosened and his touch turned tender. “Dammit, Brodie.” He rested his forehead against hers.
It was her turn to touch his jaw, to allow her fingers to walk over his face. “You won’t hurt me and I need you. I need you so damn much.”
Those amazing eyes hardened, just a fraction. There was hurt beneath the anger and she was sorry for it. “You could’ve fooled me.”
Brodie gave him what she could. “Right now, I need you as much as you need me. Give me that, Kade. The rest we can fight about later.”
“And we will fight.”
“I know.” But that was for later so Brodie stood up on her tiptoes to align her mouth with his.
“How are we going to do this?” she whispered against his lips. “Where are we going to do this? Bedroom? Couch?”
Kade’s eyes darted around the room. “Too far. Too civilized.”
He spun her around and placed her hands on the hall table. Standing behind her, he put his palm on her stomach and pulled up her butt. Brodie swallowed, ferociously excited. So this was...new.
Kade’s hand stroked her spine and her lower back, kneaded her butt before sliding between her cheeks to find the damp, moisture between her legs. She heard him sigh and then he was sliding inside her, the position filling her more deeply than he ever had before.
She felt exposed and dominated, but thrilled to her core, which he happened to be touching. His arms encompassed her, crisscrossing her from chest to thigh, and she felt protected and enveloped as her climax built. He was so deep inside he hardly needed to move and his thrusts turned gentle. Bright white lights sparked in her head as the warm, rushing wave pummeled her.
She screamed; he groaned. He pumped against her, once, twice, and then he exploded inside her, his arms tightening as a shudder ran through his body. Slowly coming back to herself, Brodie realized her fingernails were digging into Kade’s forearms. The only thing keeping her from doing a face-plant on the floor was Kade’s python-like grip. She sucked in a shallow breath and felt his lips on her neck. She was still half-dressed, her bra and shirt still on.
Whoa, Nelly.
Kade’s arms loosened and he pulled her upright, sliding out as he did so. He dropped one arm but kept the other around her waist, anchoring her to his side. Brodie stared at the oil painting above the hall table and wondered if she could ever look at it again without remembering the hot sex they’d had beneath it.
“You okay?” Kade asked, his voice low, rough.
Brodie cleared her throat and nodded. “Yeah.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
Brodie looked down at his arms and saw the deep grooves her nails had left in his skin. She traced her fingertip over the marks. “I should be asking you that.”
“I’m good.” Kade’s arm tightened once and his hands flexed on her hips before he let her go. He picked up her jeans and handed them to her. “Go on up. I’ll get clean downstairs.”
Normally they’d shower together after sex and frequently showering would lead to round two. Brodie sighed. Guess that wasn’t going to happen today.