Superb and Sexy (Sky High Air #3)(39)

“Yeah, that’s because with you, I’m always hard as a damn rock.” Then, just as she had, he rolled her beneath him and held her there.

“Okay, listen.” She tried a smile. “Maybe we should just go to sleep. I’m going to need to get a few hours before I stop Leena—”

“From what exactly?” He slid a finger into her, groaned at the heat and slickness he found, and licked her nipple. “That meeting, yes. But what’s on Stone Cay?”

“The compound—” Her impending orgasm, the one barreling down on her like a freight train without brakes, was currently curling her toes and evidently, also loosening her damn tongue.

Not that Brody seemed to notice. He simply worked his unhurried way to her other breast, his fingers still driving her directly to bliss without passing Go.

“Compound?” he murmured against her skin, making his way south, leaving a hot, wet trail over her torso with his tongue. “Like a family compound?”

“Yes. Sort of. Brody—”

“So this Rick is…”

God, his fingers. He was in charge, controlling her like a puppet, and desperate to gain some of that control back, she gave as good as she got, stroking him, eliciting a rough, husky breath from him. In the interest of speeding this along, she did it again.

“Rick,” he managed with what sounded like some difficulty. “He’s…”

“Our uncle.”

“A real *?”

“A real *,” she agreed, arching up into his touch. His mouth was gentle, so damn gentle, as he ran it over her body.

“Did he ever hurt you?”

“No, he never dirties his hands himself.”

He kissed a rib, and then another. “What does that mean?”

“He has his men do everything for him.”

“I have to tell you, Mad. I don’t think I’m going to like your family.”

That tore a laugh out of her. “No. You won’t. Now are you taking this somewhere or what?”

“Or what.” He kissed her belly, then lifted his head and looked at her a long moment, his gaze softening. “Why would Rick threaten your safety?”

“It’s complicated. Brody, we’re in the middle of something here. In case you’ve forgotten.”

“I haven’t.” His fingers proved that by dragging another soft gasp from her. “So what’s your plan for after you get Leena?”

“Brody—”

“I know. I’m multitasking. Humor me.” He settled a big, warm hand on her inner thigh and nudged it over as if she wasn’t opened enough to him already. “God, look at you,” he murmured. “So pretty.”

She closed her eyes. “Stop with the sweet talk; you’ve got me. Now do me.”

His thumb slid over her heated flesh, spreading her just a little. “You’re all pink and glistening. And wet.”

Words failed her as he played in all that wetness.

“Is it for me, Maddie? Are you this excited for me?”

His voice was low and thick and not just a little heavy with male satisfaction, which was both sexy and irritating. “Well, who else?” she asked.

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

“Are you kidding me? I just said you’ve got me.”

“Maybe a guy likes to know when a woman is hot for him.”

She came up on her elbows to see him. He was all tousled and rumpled and damn it, sexy as hell. “Maybe a guy should just get on with it before she changes her mind!”

“Come on.” He had the balls to smile. “You’re not going to change your mind.” With that, he leaned in and put his mouth where his fingers had been.

She managed some inarticulate response and gripped the sheets beneath her, her hips arching right up into his mouth in shocked pleasure. Slipping his hands beneath her, he cupped her butt and in less than two minutes, had whipped her blood back into a frenzy. She was panting, gasping, an inch from meltdown when he pulled back. “You never answered my question.”

Her heart was drumming so loudly she could hardly hear him. “I don’t remember your question.”

That earned her a cocky grin. “What does Rick have on Leena?”

He hadn’t asked that one, she knew that much, but she wanted him to finish! “She works for him.”

“Ah.” Another slow, sure stroke of his tongue. “What does she do?”

“She’s a jewelry designer for his gem company. Damn it, Brody!”

A soft huff of laughter brushed over her sensitized flesh. “Love the sound of my name on your lips. All hot and bothered and frustrated.” Still between her legs, he kissed one inner thigh, then the other. “You should know, slow is really my thing.”

“Your window of opportunity is closing down, big guy. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Are you telling me you could actually go to sleep right now?”

“Like a baby.”

“Really.” His thumb lazily stroked over her, ripping a gasp of pleasure from her. His gaze met hers. “Tell you what, Mad. You go to sleep.” And with a soft kiss to her hip, he went to roll away.

“Oh, no.” Pulling him back, she let out a low laugh. “Finish what you started.”