anything except space between them.
She should leave. She knew she should, but she was so afraid if she walked out this door, that’d be it. Her last, her only chance to talk to Brody, to find out what’d happened after that night. To discover how he felt about her...
Her fingernails cut into the soft flesh of her palms as she debated. Run or stay. Smart or stupid.
Then Brody moved and took the choice away.
“You ever been warned not to play with fire? Not to poke a sleeping tiger? Not to take candy from strangers?”
Despite his serious tone, her lips twitched.
“I’m not playing, I’m talking. You’re awake. And I brought you cookies, not the other way around. You’re welcome to offer me candy, though. I like peanut butter M&M’s best.”
His eyes lit for a second, then he shifted closer. His expression was hard, making her doubt the flash of humor she’d seen. She tried to step back, but realized he had her back against the wall next to the door.
He was only inches away.
So close she could smell his soap, clean and fresh, and see every detail of the stubble covering his chin. A couple days’ worth, she realized, her hand aching to rub it and see if it was soft or rough.
Her gaze shifted, meeting Brody’s eyes. His stare was intense, as if he were looking into her soul and figuring out all of her secrets. What he planned to do with them was what worried her, though.
“You should listen to good advice. And warnings.” He leaned in closer, not touching her yet, but making her feel as if his hands were sweeping every inch of her body. “You never know when ignoring them will get you into trouble.”
Genna’s heart raced so fast, she swore she could feel it vibrating under her skin. Her body went into meltdown, needy and wanting more. It’d been so long since he’d touched her. Since he’d kissed her. Was it as good as she remembered? Was he better now?
She didn’t care how stupid it was. She wanted to find out.
So when he leaned closer, his expression pure intimidation, frown and all, she leaned, too.
Right into his lips.
Oh. Her head spun, slow and intoxicating. Her body almost melted, he felt so good. She’d have thought that frown would make his lips hard. But no. They were soft. Welcoming.
Yummy.
Afraid to move, afraid to close her eyes, Genna stared up at Brody. Waiting.
Her heart raced, anticipation pounding through her veins. Surely he wouldn’t turn her away. Would he? As he stood, rock-still, disappointment started to edge out the anticipation. Genna sighed against his mouth, preparing to move away and begin her descent into humiliated horror.
Then he took over.
He grabbed her arms, just above the elbow, lifting her higher so her toes barely brushed the floor. His mouth shifted, angling. Taking. His tongue plunged, dark and demanding as it drove deep into her mouth.
Genna’s head fell back, giving him control. Giving him anything.
Her breath came in pants, her mind swirling with sensations even as the intensity of their kiss worked its magic on the rest of her body.
He was voracious.
His mouth took hers as if he were starving and she a feast, there to feed his every need. She’d never been kissed like this. Never felt this edge between passion and fury.
That he was angry was clear.
At her? At himself? At the situation? That part was up for grabs.
It didn’t matter. She was sure she could soothe the anger with a few kisses. That she could reach inside and fix whatever made him so sad.
She shifted closer. Not quite plastering her body against his―she wasn’t sure where his injury was and didn’t want to hurt him. But close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. To brush his chest with the tips of her breasts, sensitive even through the nubby knit of her sweater.
When she moved, his kiss changed. He pulled back, his lips softer now. Distant. Afraid he was going to end their kiss, she called up all of her nerve, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to hold him in place and plunged her tongue into his mouth.
It was like flipping a switch.
No more anger. No more distance.
Just passion. Pure and sweet.
His tongue slid along hers and his hands wrapped around her waist under her sweater. Flesh against flesh. She shivered at the feel of his fingers, rough and strong against her skin.
His palm closed over her breast, making her whimper. It felt so good. Her nipples ached with a delicious kind of pain, so hard she was surprised they didn’t rip her silk bra.
“More,” she breathed against his mouth.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his hand pressing between her thighs, the seam of her jeans riding against the swollen flesh and driving her crazy. “Is this how you want it?”
She’d rather have it naked, but she was too far gone to speak. She wasn’t positive she was even breathing. All she could do was feel the amazing sensations rocketing through her body.
His fingers scraped over the seam of her jeans again, making her whimper. The sensations intensified, her entire body feeling like it was electrified. Desire coiled, tighter and tighter between her thighs. His lips closed over hers, tongue plunging before he lured hers into his mouth and sucked.
She exploded with a tiny whimper. Tiny sparks of light blew to pieces behind her closed eyes and the room spun as the orgasm poured through her. He slowed the kiss, then as her pants became shuddering breaths, trailed his lips over her cheek to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
Genna sighed, feeling as though she’d run a marathon.
In her jeans.
Again.
The guy had given her the two best orgasms of her life, and she hadn’t gotten her jeans off for either of them.
Time to change that.
But suddenly, she was nervous.
This wasn’t Brody, her brother’s friend.
He was different now.
He’d seen things, done things that were beyond her comprehension. He was a soldier. A SEAL. The best of the best at doing the impossible.
Since there was nothing impossible about what she wanted him to do to her, this should be a piece of cake.
As if he’d read her thoughts, he slowly pulled back. Genna ran her palm over his cheek, smiling and ready to make a joke.
But the distance on his face was a little
