The aquamarine clouded. “Where what?”
“Where would you take me?” With all the shit I’d had thrown at me, a momentary daydream seemed like the perfect medicine to calm my overwrought nerves.
He released my face and nuzzled his cheek against mine. Again the clean scent filled my senses and brought a welcome smile to my lips. Taking my hand, Brody stood and repositioned me. Next, he settled on the sofa behind me. Sighing, I laid my head back against his chest and listened as his words vibrated through me. “Sweetheart, I’d take you anywhere you wanted to go. How about our own tropical island?”
I’d read a story once where the couple went away to a tropical island. It was hot—both kinds of hot. I was tired of heat, though. After living my entire life in Florida I dreamt of cool. I shook my head from side to side.
Brody continued, “All right, no island. How about the mountains?”
That sounded cool. I nodded.
“Wherever I take you, I want it to be remote, so it’s just us.”
“I like that idea.” I listened to my own voice. It sounded foreign. In it, I heard hope, hope that I’d never before heard or never allowed myself to project.
“Then that’s where I’ll take you. We’ll go somewhere in the mountains, somewhere secluded. We’ll have a house on a lake. I’ve always liked lakes. Have you been around lakes?”
“No, just the ocean.”
“Lakes, especially lakes like our lake, are clear and clean. We can skinny-dip in there whenever we want.”
I giggled at the thought. “Will it be cold?”
His lips found my neck. I craned my head to the side, allowing him full access. “Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll keep that sexy body of yours warm.” His warm breath bathed my collarbone. “I can see you now: dripping wet as we come out of that lake, a cool breeze against your fucking soft skin. It makes your dark pink nipples pebble. God, I like that.” From the growth of his erection against my back, I knew he did. “We have a blanket, a big fucking blanket. It’s laid out on the grass and the mountains… they surround the lake on all sides. Even though it’s summer…” He nuzzled my neck again and whispered, “…there’s snow on the peaks.”
“Snow?” I’d only seen snow when Stewart and I traveled. I’d never really experienced it.
“Yes, baby, snow. Even in the summer there’s snow on the peaks of the mountains. In the winter there’s so much snow we can’t go anywhere. All we can do is spend our days and nights making love by the fireplace, with a big roaring fire. In the summer, we can go up to those peaks and ski, but I like having you on that blanket.”
“Do we have neighbors? Is anyone watching?”
“No, no one’s watching. No more watching. It’s just you and me. You’re on your back. Those hard nipples are staring up at me from those fucking luscious tits. As I look down at you, I see your silky hair fanned out behind your gorgeous face and notice that your pussy is wet, but not from the lake. No, you’re wet and ready for me.”
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene he painted. “Brody, what do we do on that blanket?”
His erection twitched, and I wiggled against it.
“Oh, fuck, Vik. We’re going to fuck like rabbits in heat.”
I laughed. “Do rabbits go in heat?”
“They do, and when they do, they fuck all day and all night. I mean, it’s quite an incredible display. You see…” His hand brushed over my stomach and down to my thighs. “…they only stop to eat. They need their energy…” His rapid heartbeat pounded against my back. “…because each time they fuck and the male rabbit’s cock fits perfectly inside the female rabbit’s tight pussy, they both find the best fucking release they’ve ever had.”
My breathing quickened as my insides clenched. “Do they come even harder than on a wall at some cheap hotel? Because, let me tell you, if they do, they’re fucking lucky. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Ever?” he asked.
“Ever,” I repeat. “That doesn’t mean I doubt those little rabbits. They might know something I don’t.”
“Did you know the female rabbit screams when she comes?”
“She does? How does the male rabbit feel about that?”
“He fucking loves it. He loves to hear her scream. He loves hearing all the sounds she makes.”
“Does the male rabbit make sounds?”
Gently pulling my lips to his, Brody answered my question with a moan and a kiss: a hot, long kiss. A kiss that twisted my insides as my face tilted back toward his and my ass ground against his cock. When his tongue probed, I willingly opened, giving him entrance, feeling his warmth, and tasting his sweetness.
I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed kissing. It wasn’t the same as fucking. Kissing was passionate and deep. For it to truly be a kiss, the kind that reached from your lips to your core, there had to be a give and a take. It was something that never happened at the warehouse, well, with anyone except Stewart. And even then it felt more like a take than a give. Brody’s kiss didn’t only take: it gave me strength and power. I told myself that I’d remember it tomorrow at the warehouse. I’d hold onto it and hide it. That was my thought as I pulled away from his warm embrace.
“God, Brody, I can’t do any more than this tonight. And if we keep this up, we will.”