“I’m feeling lonely,” he murmured. “Are you going to stand there all night and watch me?”
“Maybe.”
“What’ll it take to get you to come here?”
She chewed on the inside of her cheek, thoughtful. “I don’t know. You’d have to make it worth my while, give me a good reason to get into that bed with you.”
He chuckled and grasped his shaft with his hand. “This isn’t reason enough?”
She laughed. “God, you’re arrogant.” She stared at his erection, the way his fingers had curled around the base, and moisture gathered in her panties. There was something seriously enticing about watching this man touch himself.
“C’mere,” he cajoled. “You don’t really want to make me do this alone, do you?”
His gruff voice sent shivers through her, making her nipples poke against her tank top. “I don’t know,” she said again. “I’m getting pretty turned-on watching you right now…”
Still watching his hand, she strode toward the desk under the curtained window, pulled the chair out and lowered herself on it. “Tell me what you’d want me to do, if I was lying there with you.”
Something raw and powerful flashed in his smoky blue eyes. “I think you already know.”
“Humor me.”
A hint of a smile lifted one corner of his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hand up his shaft. From where she sat she could see a bead of moisture at the tip. Her sex throbbed.
“Well, I’d definitely encourage you to bring your tongue into play,” he said, his voice lowering to a husky pitch.
He squeezed his erection.
Uncontrollable need raced through her body and settled between her legs.
“Some licking would have to be involved,” he continued, propping one hand behind his head while his other hand continued stroking. “Sucking, of course.”
“Of course,” she agreed, shocked by the pure lust resonating through her.
Brody shot her a wolfish look.
She gasped when he quickened his pace. No man had ever done that in front of her before, and the sexual heat pulsating through her body was so strong she could barely breathe. There was something so kinky, so dirty about the way he was lying there, stroking himself while she watched. And that she was still fully clothed only made the situation hotter. It gave her the upper hand, reminding her of a fantasy she hadn’t dared to think about in years. Scratch that—she’d thought about it only yesterday, when she’d seen Brody at the arena.
She licked her lips, debating whether or not to bring it up.
“What are you thinking about?”
She was certain her embarrassment was written all over her face. And yet the pang of embarrassment was accompanied by a jolt of excitement, because for the first time in her life she was thinking about making that particular fantasy come true.
“Hayden?”
He stopped stroking and she almost cried out in disappointment. “No, keep doing that,” she murmured, meeting his eyes again.
“Not until you tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I…you’ll probably think it’s silly.”
“Try me.”
She couldn’t believe she was considering confessing her deepest, darkest fantasy to a man she’d known less than a week when she’d never raised the subject around guys she’d dated for months. That in itself said a lot.
Try him.
She swallowed and got to her feet. Eyeing her expectantly, Brody let go of his shaft and leaned his head against both hands, waiting. “Well?” he prompted.
“Promise not to laugh?”
“I won’t laugh. Scout’s honor.” He held up his fingers in a sign that she was fairly certain did not belong to the Boy Scouts, but, hell, at least he’d promised.
She took a breath, held it, then released it at the same time she blurted out the words. “I’ve always wanted to tie a man to my bed.”
He laughed softly.
“Hey!” Heat seared her cheeks. “You promised.”
“I’m not laughing at the request,” he said quickly. “You just took me by surprise.”
Relief washed over her, dimming her humiliation. “You’re not freaked?”
“Nope. I’m too turned-on to be freaked.”
Her focus dropped to his groin, which confirmed his admission. He was thick and hard, a sight that caused every last drop of hesitation and embarrassment to drain from her body like water from a tub. That spot between her legs began to ache, pushing her to action.
“Keep your arms just like that,” she ordered, drifting toward the walk-in closet. She grabbed what she needed from the top drawer of the built-in dresser and sauntered over to the bed.