Superb and Sexy (Sky High Air #3)(40)

“Luckily for you, I always finish what I start.” He gave another pass of his thumb. “Including in a few hours when we go find your sister.”

“There’s no we.”

“Face it, babe.” Bending his dark head, he went back to work, making her gasp again. “There’s a we.”

Damn the man. He could take her outside of herself like no one else ever had. “Brody, I need—”

“Me. You need me.”

He was so damn sure of himself. And so damn right. “I’m going to—”

“Come,” he whispered thrillingly, sucking her into his mouth. “You’re going to come.”

Yeah. Always right. With little to no effort, she burst, and then he was inside her once again, and she was pulling him down so that she could feel his heat, his strength, feel him nuzzling at her neck as she changed his slow, lazy pace to supersonic so that this time they both lost it together.

Lost…

Even as together, they were found.





Chapter 16


A few moments later, or it might have been a year, Brody let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Okay, so your way works, too.”

He had his face against Maddie’s throat, which smelled so good he took a lick. He hadn’t found any more piercings or tattoos, which he had to admit surprised him. Unwrapped from the tough girl packaging, his badass Maddie was all warm and sweet on the inside.

“That wasn’t fast,” she said. “If I hadn’t speeded things up, we’d still be at it.”

He lifted his head, feeling pretty damn satisfied with his world, even more so when he saw the look on Maddie’s face.

Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling. Her gorgeous, silky hair rioted all around them on the pillow, her skin dewy and flushed, and honest to God, just looking at her, his heart skipped a beat. “That wasn’t fast enough? How is that possible? I’ve set new records for you.”

Unimpressed, she lifted a shoulder. “Could have been faster.”

He had to laugh. “How about I’ll try harder next time.”

At that, her eyes flickered open, and a set of sharp baby blues landed on his. “Next time?”

“You’re telling me we’re not doing that again?”

She didn’t say anything to that.

How could she not want to do that again? She was still flushed and damp and glowing. She’d enjoyed herself. She’d come. What wasn’t there to repeat? “How could something so good be bad?”

She slanted him a look. “You’re going to be a guy about this, aren’t you?”

“Apparently, yeah.”

With a sigh, she sat up, tugged the sheet from beneath him, and wrapped herself in it, covering up that bod he could happily have draped around him forever. “I’m sorry I lost it earlier in the shower. But that helped a lot.” She paused. “Thanks.”

Thanks?

“It’s been a long time for me. Which is why I…”

Okay, he liked that he’d been the guy she’d let break her dry spell. He liked that a lot. “Why you what?”

“You know. Went off so fast.”

“Wait a minute.” He thought maybe he’d just been insulted, but his brain hadn’t quite gotten back on track, so he wasn’t sure. “Are you saying any guy could have gotten you off that fast?”

Rolling her lips inward, she just looked at him.

“Hell, no.” He shook his head. “You are not going to tell me that.”

“It’s not personal, Brody.”

Hell, yeah, it was. “What just happened in this bed was not something that happens all the time.” He was sure of it.

“My vibrator works its magic in six minutes.” She lifted a shoulder when he stared at her. “Just saying.”

“I was way better than a vibrator.”

She laughed and went to get out of the bed, but her laugh backed up in her throat when he snagged the sheet at the small of her back. “Hey.”

But he didn’t let go, hell, no, leaving her two choices—get out of the bed naked or stay in it.

She stayed.

Craning her neck, she sent him the famous Maddie glare that had sent many people scurrying for cover. Never him, though. A sick part of him liked that look. It made him want to tug the sheet off and see what she would do about it.

So he did.

She squeaked and then rolled, executing a rather impressive dive off the bed to the floor, where she grabbed the forgotten towel, wrapping it around her.

And then, nose in the air, she strutted into the bathroom.

He lay back on the bed, tucked his hands behind his head, and waited. Vibrator, his ass. He was way better than a damn vibrator.

When she came out a few minutes later, wearing some sort of silky-looking pants and top that were shaped like sweats but skimmed and clung to her body in a way that suggested lingerie, her nose was still in the air.

“Going to get a nosebleed,” he noted.

She put her hands on her hips and tossed back her hair. He wondered if she knew her nipples were hard and pressing against the silky fabric. Wondered if she knew that at just the sight, his mouth watered like Pavlov’s damn dog. “You can reign superior all over the place,” he told her. “But admit this at least—you’re not hurting nearly as bad as you let me think.”