I jerk and yelp. He presses his palm over my s*x. He lifts his head and gazes into my eyes. His own are hot and half-lidded, dark with lust.
“Which gets punished first, sweetheart?” he softly asks. “Your ass or your p***y?”
I think I might faint from desire. I softly moan.
“I love you like this,” he breathes, lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth over my c**t, watching me with those predator’s eyes. “So soft for me. So unguarded. You’re never this vulnerable with anyone, are you, sweetheart?”
“No Brody only for you only ever for you.”
It’s a breathless, incoherent rush, and it makes his jaw harden.
“I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Grace. That badass attitude and those long legs and all this beautiful f*****g hair.” He bunches his hand in my hair and makes
