gleam. She could see the pulse beating, fast and furious, in his throat. He looked as if he could eat her up in one big, juicy bite.
So why didn’t he?
She’d heard that sexual frustration was a bad thing, but she didn’t think it was supposed to come with a big fat dose of anger.
Wasn’t he supposed to do something? Be so overcome by lust that he grabbed her and took all the choices and moves and decisions out of her hands? That’s how it happened in all the books. Clearly, he needed to read more.
“If you don’t do something, I’m gonna kick you,” she told him through gritted teeth.
“Baby, this is wrong.”
Genna melted. The way he said baby, sort of low and growly, was so sexy and sweet.
“Then show me how to do it right.”
He gave a laughing sort of groan. It was the first time she’d seen him laugh, she realized. The first time she’d been close enough to watch how it made his eyes light, his face look younger. Softer.
Sweeter.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” Taking his hand in hers, she lifted it to her bare breast. His palm was like fire on her skin. Her nipple tightened to an aching point, shooting a swirling shaft of desire straight down to settle between her thighs.
His pupils were so big, they made his eyes look pitch-black. His face was sharp in the shadows. She swallowed hard, wanting to ask if it felt as good to him as it did to her, but afraid to say a word.
Then he stepped closer. His body, hot and damp in the sultry night air, heated hers. A bead of sweat trickled down Genna’s spine.
Eyes huge, nervous, she watched and waited.
As if he was moving in slow motion, Brody leaned forward, his hair sweeping down to curtain his face in black silk. It was so soft as it slid against her skin. Then he took her nipple into his mouth.
Hot and wet.
His lips brushed, his tongue swirled. Then he scraped the edge of his teeth over the aching bud.
Genna cried out, her fingers clutching his shoulders.
Brody sucked harder, his long, sure fingers pressed against the seam of her jeans. Need unlike anything she’d ever felt, more than anything she’d ever imagined, gripped her. Not sure what she was doing, how to quench the tightening demand of her body, Genna swiveled her hips in slow circles against his hand. Her fingers dug into the waistband of his jeans. Then, desperate to feel him, even as she hoped he’d take it as a hint to do the same, she unsnapped his jeans.
Lightning fast, Brody’s hand grabbed hers and his head shot up.
It was like being speared by gold light, his eyes were so fierce. Nerves joined desire to swirl in an uncomfortable dance in her belly.
Genna bit her lip, waiting.
Was he going to stop?
Did she want him to?
Before she could decide, before she could even identify all the feelings bombarding her, he swept her into his arms.
Oh, God. Genna melted, body, heart and all, as he carried her three steps to an old bench-style car seat leaning against the wall.
It was so romantic.
They fell together onto the ratty black surface, with her on Brody’s lap. He immediately rolled so she was underneath him. His mouth took hers again. This time it was harder. More demanding. He wouldn’t let her play passive. He wanted everything she had to offer.
As soon as her tongue ventured out, sliding into his mouth, he rewarded her by cupping his hand over her bare breast again.
She flew higher. His fingers plucked at her nipple. She swirled, stars crowding the edges of her vision. She mewed in protest when his hand left her breast, then purred as it cruised down to her jeans. Her heart stopped, waiting for him to unsnap the denim.
He slipped right past the zipper though, again, pressing tight against her aching core through her pants. The heel of his hand rotated and his nails scraped.
Breath ragged, Genna tried to figure out what was happening to her body. It kept getting tighter and tighter, curling around and around, spinning out of control.
His mouth, so hot and wet on her nipple, moved away. She gasped when he blew on the wet flesh. Then he bit down.
And she exploded.
Lights flashed behind her eyes. Her pants were whimpers now. Her body on fire. She arched against his hand, wanting more. Needing more. Her thighs pulsated, the flesh between them throbbing.
“More,” she murmured as she floated back to earth.
She slid her fingers into his hair, scooping it back off his face. He looked like one of those fallen angels. Too gorgeous to be real, too tempting to resist.
“I want more,” she said again. “I want everything.”
Brody looked as if he was at war with himself.
Before she could find out which side won, though, there was a loud racket by the door.
“Lane? Brody Lane? You here?”
Genna jumped so high, she was pretty sure she bruised her ass when she landed.
Passion fled so fast, it was as if it’d never existed. Panic gripped her belly in a greasy, vicious twist, making her want to whimper. She didn’t have to look toward the door to know who was yelling. She’d heard that voice every day of her life.
Ohmygod. She was so dead.
They were off in the corner, out of view of the door. Were they hidden enough? Maybe if they didn’t move, he’d go away.
Her eyes, wide and blurred by a haze of terror, met Brody’s. His face, so soft and sweet and passionate only moments before, was like granite now. His lips pressed tight, his eyes chips of gold. He looked scary. As though he was taking that threat seriously and about to go to battle for his life.
Genna wanted to reassure him, to say it’d all be okay. That this wasn’t going to be as bad as whatever he was imagining. But she was a lousy liar.
And that hadn’t been an idle threat.
And she was pretty sure whatever he was imagining had nothing on the reality.
’Cause they were seriously dead.
When the knots in her stomach did a sickening lurch from side to side, she closed her eyes and breathed through clenched teeth and prayed she wouldn’t puke all over Brody. Not that he was ever going to want to talk to her again after this. But still, that’s hardly the last impression a girl wanted to make on the guy who’d given her her first orgasm just before her father killed him.
Maybe if they stayed here, didn’t move, it’d all go away. Like the bad dreams she still had
