Thirty-One
Emma
I stood up slowly and reached my hand down to Brody. When he took it, I urged him to his feet and ran my hands up his chest.
“What do you say we christen your bedroom?” I asked, a small smile playing on my lips.
“I think that sounds fantastic,” Brody replied, his eyes darkening.
I placed my hand in his and he walked us through the apartment to his bedroom, but when he would have taken over, I said, “Not this time.”
I shoved my hands under the hem of his shirt and lifted. Brody helped me by pulling it the rest of the way off and tossing it on the floor beside us. I moved my fingers to the button of his jeans and undid them, then slid the zipper down slowly, while my eyes remained on his face.
His breathing became shallow and desire pooled in my belly as I pushed his p
