Brody's Vow (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 1) (18 page)

She shouldn’t do this. Sleeping with him was going to make it hurt like hell when she left tomorrow, but she refused to deny herself the chance to experience this with him. Just once, she wanted something real. A beautiful moment she could actually remember later on, and not force herself to block.

She leaned into his body, relishing his strength, the feel of his mouth on hers, the desperate grip of his hands as he held her to the wall. Being pinned should have made her feel trapped, awakened her fighting instincts. Instead it only fueled the hunger burning inside her and made her want to surrender to him.

It might be crazy to want that given they barely knew each other, but she trusted him on the deepest level and he was already under her skin. He’d put himself in harm’s way to protect her, had been willing to face the fallout tonight to make sure she got clear. Now she wanted him to unleash the inner sensuality she’d withheld from everyone else, free her of the burden of always having to be in control.

Losing control was her worst fear, yet she wanted to do just that with Brody.

He rocked his hips against hers, rubbing the rigid length of his erection along her covered mound. Jolts of pleasure shot through her, dragging a needy moan from her throat.

Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, the throb between her legs growing with each stroke of his tongue, each motion of his hips. She wanted him naked, to feel him skin to skin.

He slid one hand to the back of her head, gripped her hair as his other arm banded around her hips and he pulled her free of the wall. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, a moment of worry breaking through the haze of passion as she thought about his injured leg.

“I can walk,” she told him breathlessly.

“No,” he muttered. “Don’t wanna let you go even for a second.” He fused their mouths together and carried her down the hall.

His words all but melted her. It was ridiculously romantic, tugging at a part of her heart that she’d long denied. She was sure the additional weight hurt him but he didn’t complain, didn’t ease his grip until they reached his bedroom and he laid her down on the comforter.

Before she could reach for him he was pulling the scrub top off her. She sat up and raised her arms to help him. A thrill sizzled through her at the way his gaze heated when it fastened on her breasts straining in the bra she’d found at the costume shop. Lowering her hand, she undid the front clasp, slowly removed the material.

When her breasts spilled free he groaned and cupped them in his big hands, squeezing and kneading gently, the slight roughness of the calluses on his palms adding another layer of sensation.

Her breasts ached, the nipples hard and demanding attention. She gripped the back of his head as he ran his thumbs over them, making her shiver. Sparks of sensation flew outward from his touch, shooting down to coil between her thighs. She was already wet for him, needing him to slide into her and take away the emptiness.

It had been so long since she’d done this for any kind of pleasure, she wasn’t even sure if her body remembered what to do. He’d awakened a part of her that she’d suppressed for too long and now she couldn’t shut it off. There might be no future for them but she couldn’t resist him and since this was only for one night and she’d never see him again she was determined to enjoy this. Even if part of her was trying to convince her to stay.

He kissed his way down her neck, pausing to run his tongue over her pulse point. She tipped her head back and held on, arching her spine as he moved down to her sensitive breasts. The moment his mouth closed over a tight nipple pleasure forked through her, ripping a whimper from her throat.

She closed her eyes, allowed herself to get lost in the delicious sensation, her arousal heightened by the possessive yet tender way he handled her. With everyone else she’d faked this, acting the part while remaining coldly detached.

She wasn’t acting now.

Trinity writhed as he licked and sucked her nipple. She was barely aware of him pulling her shoes and the scrub bottoms off.

He swept his hand over the silver-dollar-sized tat on the side of her left hip. The mark of the Valkyrie, designed by her and Briar and Georgia after they’d graduated. A black crow with a sword clutched in its talons, and the word
Valkyrja
written inside a stylized scroll below it.

“Valkyrie,” he murmured, his deep voice stroking through her in another caress.

Then his gaze moved over her belly and a jolt of awareness intruded, penetrating through the arousal. She’d learned long ago not to let her hysterectomy scar bother her but Brody wasn’t like the other men she’d been with. He held the power to hurt her far more than anyone ever had.

Her muscles stiffened when his gaze stopped on the thin scar, a frown pulling at his forehead as he slid his fingertips over it. Then he looked up at her and the quiet disbelief and rage confirmed he understood what it meant.

The risk of pregnancy wasn’t acceptable for someone with her job description, or so they’d made her believe. Shortly after her trainer had introduced her to the brutal reality of the threat she faced in the field, she’d been scheduled for a hysterectomy. At the time it had seemed logical. A permanent, practical solution for birth control that would prevent what would be an extreme inconvenience in her line of work.

Back then, it hadn’t bothered her much. It wasn’t until she’d hit her twenties that she realized the enormity of what had been taken from her. The finality of it.

But she didn’t want to think about that right now, and she sure as hell didn’t want his pity. “It was a long time ago,” she whispered. “And I don’t want you to stop.”

Brody leaned up to take her mouth in a scorching kiss, his hand splayed protectively over her lower abdomen. When her head began to swim he lowered his head to her other nipple and this time the pleasure streaked hotter, sharper. The ache between her legs was nearly unbearable and she couldn’t wait another moment to get him naked.

A sense of urgency gripping her, she stripped off his shirt and ran her hands appreciatively over all that hard muscle. He had a bulldog tat with the letters USMC on his right shoulder, and from the thin leather cord around his neck dangled a 7.62 mm round. His hog’s tooth—the coveted symbol of his status as a Marine scout-sniper.

Stroking her fingertips over it, she trailed her hands lower before following her touch with her mouth. His clean, masculine scent drove her crazy, made her want to rub all over him to cover herself in it.

Strong hands cupped her head, tipping her face up. His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was frantic, greedy, a tangle of tongues and lips, tiny nips that stoked the fires impossibly higher.

Her hands went to his belt buckle. He didn’t help, didn’t stop kissing her as she undid it, took off his boots and peeled his jeans over his hips. He rolled to the side to shuck them off, then his underwear.

His cock jutted out from his abdomen, thick and swollen and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her, but when she slipped a hand down to curl around him, he stopped her and pushed her back on the sheets. “Lie still,” he ordered in a husky murmur that made her toes curl.

His big hands pressed against her shoulders, reinforcing his command. She complied, because she trusted him, and knew that he wouldn’t use this to manipulate her or exploit this vulnerability.

Heart racing, she tried to relax, dying for more. Brody set a hand on either side of her head and leaned over her, caging her in, making her feel protected, wanted. The way he looked into her eyes shook her, took this to a whole new level of intimacy. It pierced her to her soul.

He kissed her gently now, once, twice, then layered kisses and gentle licks down the side of her neck, pausing to tease her tingling nipples before sweeping over her stomach. Her muscles clenched, her thighs tightening in anticipation of what was coming.

But he didn’t push a hand between her legs, didn’t rush. Instead, he smoothed his palms over her stomach and hips, down her thighs, trailing his fingertips over the sensitive insides on the way back up. Over and over, all the while licking and kissing her lower belly until she was so wet and desperate she was squirming.

His fingers brushed the top of her mound, gliding through the strip of trimmed hair there, making each nerve ending sizzle. She sucked in a breath and grabbed his shoulders, sinking her fingers into his muscles. He was so strong yet tender with her, and the care he took to arouse her fully made her heart turn over.

Desperate for relief but afraid to speak in case it broke the spell, she bit her lower lip and watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he dragged those skilled fingers down the center of her folds, his touch light as a breath.

She groaned and rolled her hips, silently pleading for more. Every man she’d ever been with had taken, only concerned with their own pleasure. Brody, on the other hand, was a giver. It was a new, incredible experience.

The warm stroke of his tongue moved lower, stopping just short of his teasing fingers as he brushed them against her most sensitive flesh. Then he dipped between her folds to slip down and caress her entrance, gathering wetness before slowly, torturously moving back to her throbbing clit.

She hissed in a breath as his fingertip made contact with the hard nub, her entire body shaking from the lash of pleasure. Her eyes slid closed, too heavy to keep open, and he rewarded the gesture of surrender with slick, tender swirls and spirals right where she needed them.

A long, liquid moan spilled out of her and her legs began to quiver, heat gathering deep in her core as the release she craved began to gather already.

With a sound of approval Brody trailed his mouth lower, gliding his fingers down to press two inside her. The warmth of his breath touched her aching flesh, then the velvet stroke of his tongue took her breath away.

Her body moved in an uncontrollable wave, her hands tunneling in his hair to hold him closer. God, it was so intense and he was so damn giving, so patient.

He licked and sucked her clit until she whispered his name in a plea for release, then he curled his fingers and began stroking at the sweet spot inside her that no man had ever taken the time to locate, let alone arouse.

God…

Sensation burst through her in waves of pleasure, the heat coiling tighter and tighter. She pushed against his mouth, reaching for the orgasm waiting for her, just out of her grasp.

He stopped, pulled his mouth away.

No!

Her eyes snapped open in shock. Brody stared up at her from between her legs, his lips glistening in the midst of that dark stubble. He continued stroking his fingers inside her in lazy caresses, making her shiver all over as liquid pleasure streaked through her veins.

And the look in his eyes… The raw hunger there stole her breath, made her unable to voice the plea that had been waiting on her tongue.

A second after she’d made eye contact he lowered his head and resumed what he’d been doing. She melted back against the covers, lost in the pleasure he was giving her so freely. Then he dragged the pads of his fingers over that sweet ache inside her and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please make me come,” she begged, her voice breathy, unrecognizable. She didn’t care that she was pleading and spread out helpless beneath him, she needed him to give her the release she was dying for.

Brody growled low in his throat, gave her one last lingering lick before surging to his knees and rolling on a condom he’d pulled from his wallet. She didn’t even have time to appreciate the sight of his thick, hard cock before he was moving between her thighs.

Wrapping her legs around his, she pulled his head down to kiss him. She felt the pressure of him against her opening, his tongue gliding along hers as he eased forward, his weight balanced on one arm.

Pressure and heat suffused her as he pushed deeper. God, he was so thick, filling her completely, the sensation robbing her of breath.

He stroked over that sweet spot inside her at the same time he reached between them and rubbed her clit. Trinity moaned into his mouth and fought to get closer, her entire body shaking with need. His hips flexed as he buried himself inside her, his low groan swallowed up by their kiss.

Easing his head back, he stared into her eyes as he began to move, giving her slow, steady thrusts as he caressed her clit.

Too much.

She squeezed her eyes shut, a cry of need and joy spilling free as she neared the peak. She rocked into his thrusts, opened her thighs wider so he could caress every delicate nerve ending that shivered beneath his fingertip.

Her muscles clenched around him, holding him tight inside her as the orgasm hit, blasting pleasure out to every part of her. She distantly heard her wild moans of release filling the room, clung to him while he groaned and thrust harder, dropping his head to her shoulder.

The orgasm was only beginning to ebb as she ran her hands over his damp shoulders and over his back. Brody moaned and pumped harder, faster, and he swelled even thicker inside her.

She pressed her lips to his temple, gripped the back of his neck and dug her heels into his taut ass. “I want to feel you come for me.”

He shuddered at her words. “Trin,” he gasped out, then thrust deep and arched, eyes squeezed closed, teeth bared as he groaned out his release.

She gathered him close, savoring the feel of his weight pressing her down, blanketing her with warmth and security. He’d given her the best sex of her life but it had felt far more intimate than that. He’d made love to her.

The knowledge made her throat tighten.

Not wanting to think about it, she focused on each sensation as they lay entwined, their hearts beating together. Still buried inside her, Brody sighed and nestled closer, resting his face in the curve of her neck, his arms sliding beneath her back to hold her tight. Her heart clenched, a sweet ache forming beneath her ribs as she wrapped her arms around him and simply held on.

She’d never felt this close to anyone. Ever.

She swallowed, fighting the onslaught of emotion as a lump formed in her throat. God, she liked this way too much.