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He lifted me, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. With little effort he positioned his cock and slid inside me until he was bottomed out. He moved us until my back was against the wall. I was surprised that the spray of the cooled water raining down on us didn’t produce steam. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on when he began to pound into me.

“Your side—” I began, worried about his healing wound.

“Is good,” he promised. “Doc told me when I felt better to exercise to get my strength back.”

I doubted that this was what Doc had had in mind, but I didn’t question him. Our eyes remained locked. The feeling between us intensified. At least it did for me. I knew the stamp of arousal on his face mirrored my own. I wondered what he was thinking as he rocked against me. He seemed to be taking his time, moving in and out at a teasing pace that promised an explosive finale. Going slow had its benefits. Instead of reaching orgasm at a blinding speed wrought on by rough passion, slow allowed you to explore the emotions you were feeling. Slow allowed you to stoke the embers of a fire into a full-blown, out of control inferno.

“Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Your pussy feels good wrapped around my dick,” he countered gruffly.

“Are you going to put some more cum inside me?” I teased.

“Fuck yes, I am,” he rasped, moving faster.

I knew when his finger began to flick my clit that he was close. It didn’t take long before the feel of his cock and finger caused a sweet, explosive orgasm to wreck me with its intensity. “Oh, God!” I cried as the first spasm racked my body. I clawed into Brody with an involuntary reaction. “Brody! Fuck!”

A grunt escaped him as he held himself in my body and came hard. He was practically crushing me against the wall, but I didn’t care. Nothing equaled the thrill of feeling his warm cum shooting inside me, filling me, or the scent of earthy musk released in our fluids. I clenched my legs around his hips, and clenched my body tightly around his cock while trembling with release. My head rested in the crook of his neck, and before I could second-guess my actions, I turned slightly and kissed him.

“Jesus, Hellcat, I’m never going to get out of here.”

I stiffened, unsure of how to take that, and slowly lowered my legs. “I’m not stopping you,” I said, a little sharper than I’d intended. “Get out and let me finish my shower.”

I was hurt. I recognized that. Brody’s words had made it seem that he was in a hurry to leave, and that I was holding him back. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, and now had no reason to stay. Flashbacks of too many encounters like that, where I’d been expected to get out of the room as soon as the sex was done, tore into my heart.

I sucked it up and was thankful that he’d reminded me of our arrangement.

That way I couldn’t get hurt.

As I turned toward the spray of the water, I ignored the little voice inside me telling me that it was already too late.

Chapter 21

Lulu

Brody was waiting for me on the bed when I emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. He was fully dressed and reclining against my pillows with his bare feet crossed at the ankles. The man was so big and buff that he took up half my bed. He’d turned the news on and lowered the volume when I’d entered the room. I was kind of surprised that he was still here, but then realized that he was waiting to hear my story. I wondered what I could come up with that would allow me to keep my secret but still satisfy him. Not for the first time I thought about making something up, but I was too exhausted to even try.

My eyes flashed to him briefly before I went to the dresser and dug out a clean sleep tee and a pair of panties. Pretending that he wasn’t present, I let my towel fall to the floor and dressed. He’d already seen everything anyway, and I’d never been shy. Then I fluffed my damp hair and turned toward him.

He appeared relaxed, and looked like he belonged there on my bed. His watchful gaze unnerved me. He was too damned attractive, too manly, and I was finding him harder and harder to resist. Not that I’d been trying all that hard. The truth was, I wanted Brody way more than I should have. As we stared each other down, I wondered what he was thinking. His expression wasn’t always easy to read.

“I see you’re dressed and ready to go.” I schooled my tone to remain indifferent. “In fact, I’m surprised that you didn’t leave while I was in the shower.”

“It was still raining,” he explained. “And we need to finish our talk.”

I walked closer to the bed, closer to the predator that was going to ruin me. “We can talk anytime.”

“I’m not leaving here until I know what deep, dark secret you’re hiding.” He patted the spot beside him. The smirk on his face was positively evil, but it didn’t disguise the humor reflected in his eyes.

I was hanging around Millie too much, because I found myself rolling my eyes—a habit of hers--even while I sank down onto the bed next to him. Brody chuckled. I faced him and folded my legs. “Um, I forgot what we were talking about,” I lied shamelessly.

He snorted. “I want to know what you’re running from.”

“I don’t recall that being mentioned in our earlier conversation. I’m not running,” I pointed out. “I’ve lived in this area for years.”

Releasing a sigh of annoyance, Brody leaned forward and took my chin in his hand. “Stop playing games, babe.” His tone was deceptively soft. “Most people I know keep a bug-out bag so they can disappear fast.”

I couldn’t escape his searching gaze.