The Hot Line (18 page)

With his expression both tender and sensual, he pitched his voice low and said, “I need to remove the gravel and cleanse your cut.”

Remove the gravel.

Cleanse her cut.

Give her an orgasm.

Or three.

Really, the possibilities were endless.

A wheezing sound crawled out of her lungs.

His voice softened again. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she lied.

Bypassing the others, Brady carried her through the locker room and into a private-shower area. He locked the door behind them while she studied her surroundings, taking note of the decor. Gray-and-white marble tile covered the entire shower area, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. She noticed a small cabinet tucked away in the corner, out of spray range.

Gesturing with a nod toward the built-in perch beside the shower hose, Brady said to her, “Have a seat.”

“Uh, my clothes will get soaked.”

His gaze darkened. He moistened his lips. He jammed his hands in his pockets, pulling his low-slung jeans down farther, gifting her with a nipple-hardening view of his sexy oblique muscles, which just happened to be one of her favorite male body parts. He narrowed his gaze. “Yeah, I guess we should do something about that.”

Hormones on overdrive, and needing desperately to quell the restlessness inside her, Megan reached for her button, eager to shed her pants and see where that led them. Even though she’d never engaged in a one-night stand, she wasn’t inhibited sexually. She was merely deprived sexually. And by God, it was about damn well time she did something about it.

Brady stopped her. “Here, let me. It might be easier if I pull them over your cut.”

“Okay.” Her voice came out a little rough.

Brady dropped to the floor before her and worked the button free. With the utmost care, he eased her jeans down her legs. As she took in the length and thickness of his fingers, her heart hammered. She could only imagine how good they’d feel inside her. Shaky hands gripped his shoulders for support. Her nipples began to tingle and the incessant ache between her legs demanded attention.

Brady stepped back and turned the shower on. Megan eased herself onto the perch and stuck her leg out.

“Are you comfortable?” The sincerity in his eyes tugged on her emotions.

Brady was so sweet, so caring, and so damn sensitive…so different from her ex. Megan drew a long breath and gave herself a quick lecture. This wasn’t about relationships or marriage. It was about a cut knee and orgasms. Yes, “orgasms” with an “s,” as in plural. He’d promised her three.

She shifted, her body aching for his touch. “Yes. I’m comfortable.”

Pulling a professional face, he removed the nozzle from the hook, tested the water and then let the warm stream spray over her knee. After a minute or two, he grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and cleansed the area. She watched in speechless fascination as he took care of her, the same way he would anyone under his professional care.

She found that damn sexy.

When he glanced up at her, his eyes were dark and hungry. His jaw clenched and unclenched. “There you go. I think you’ll be fine.”

Oh no, she was far from fine. She cleared her throat. “Are you sure?”

She met his glance, her eyes conveying without words what she wanted—no…what she
needed
. As though he understood her desires, Brady dragged the nozzle higher on her thighs, his fingers following the path. Without taking his gaze off hers, he spread her legs and tipped the showerhead toward her. The soft spray sluiced over her flesh as it drenched her silky underwear. It felt erotic, stimulating. Her soaked panties pressed against her sex. Her clit puckered and throbbed in response. Blistering heat exploded in her veins and she ached to feel his cock inside her.

“Oops. I accidentally wet your panties.” His voice caressed her all over, and the bulge in his pants told her he was equally aroused.

“Brady.”

“Yeah?”

“They were already wet.”

The way Megan lifted her hips provocatively off the marble perch had his body reacting with primal need. Heat, desire, and passion whipped through his blood, so it was all he could do not to tear off her panties, pull her onto his lap, and drive his cock deep inside her. Moisture broke out on his skin; his hands shook with need.

She gave him a smoldering look, then leaned forward, her mouth hot against his ear. “See for yourself,” she said in a breathless voice.

Lust hit him so hard he nearly toppled backward. Brady roughly tugged her panties aside and pressed a finger into her heat. Megan threw her head back and sobbed with pleasure.

Holy fuck. She was so tight and so fucking hot. Her sweet cream soaked his skin and nearly shut down his brain. Sex muscles clenched around his finger and he knew she was desperate for release. He was just as desperate for it. He slipped another finger in deep and pumped in and out until her muscles tightened and spasmed. She clutched his hand and held it inside her, while her other hand went to her clit. As she stroked her puckered nub, he rolled the tip of his finger around her G-spot. Her face flushed. Her body vibrated. Her eyes clouded.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out. She bucked forward, once, twice, and then came all over him.

Hunger clawed at him. His body trembled and his cock nearly burst through his zipper in an attempt to reach her slick channel. Christ, he needed to release the tension inside him before he blacked out.

Brady lifted her to her feet and hauled her under the warm spray. Her lashes fluttered but her blue eyes were still glossy from her orgasm. He adjusted the overhead nozzle. Water drenched them both. The clothes stuck to their bodies and clung like a second skin.

She blinked up at him through the hair plastered to her forehead. Her eyes glittered with dark sensuality. She looked so damn beautiful standing there in her panties with her wet blouse hugging her breasts. When her body melted against his, his breathing grew shallow as he marveled at how crazed she made him feel.

He bent forward and gave her a soft kiss, letting her know what she did to him.

A moment later, his fingers went to her buttons, ready to advance their relationship to the next stage. “Let’s get you out of this.” He heard the impatience in his voice.

She arched into his touch, her mind still two pages behind. “Brady, that was amazing. I’ve never come so fast before.”

“I guess you must have needed it.” He cleared his throat, barely able to speak.

She tore at his shirt. “That’s not all I need. I’ve been dying to see you naked since I first laid eyes on you.”

He gave a low, rough laugh, pleased as hell at her bold behavior. He stepped back, ripped his wet clothes off in record time and rejoined her under the spray. “You know, Megan, I think that’s what I love most about you. You say it like it is and don’t hold anything back.”

Her eyes widened as they settled on his engorged cock. She licked her lips. “You’re so…impressive.” She sheathed him in her hands and squeezed.

Was that concern he spotted in her eyes? “I’ll go easy.”

She furrowed her brow. Passion burned in her eyes. “I told you already I don’t want easy. I want hard.”

He knew it had been a while for her and wanted to take it slow. “Megan—”

She cut him off. “Since I don’t hold anything back, I don’t expect you to either.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

His lips crashed down on hers. Their tongues mated as he peeled off her blouse. Her bra quickly followed. Gorgeous breasts pressed into his chest and weakened his resolve to take this slow.

He growled with longing. Brady knew the first thing he needed to do was taste her. He pushed her back against the wall and bent forward, his mouth going to her breasts.

She cupped them in offering. He brushed his tongue over her damp flesh before drawing her taut nipple into his mouth. Her fingers raced through his hair. She gripped his head and held him to her. He sucked her nipple. Hard. The way she wanted it. God, she tasted like heaven. A moment later she moved his head to her other nipple.

Brady inched lower, running his tongue over her stomach until he found the hollow of her belly button. Ever since he’d glimpsed her in her pajama bottoms, dipping into her button was all he’d been able to think about. He slid his hands around her ass and gripped her. His tongue made slow passes over her stomach, poking in and out of her sexy little cleft. Megan shook beneath his seduction. She writhed, opened her legs, and rubbed up against him. As Brady inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, his body went up in flames.

He trailed his tongue lower, until he reached her hot pussy. He pulled open her lips with his tongue and ran the pad of his thumb over her plump clit.

“Brady,” she whispered and sagged against the wall, “that’s…” Her words fell off.

He inhaled her, then moved in for a taste. At the first touch of his tongue to her clit, she came again, taking him by surprise. She leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders. Her body shook violently. Small whimpers caught in her throat. Jesus, he’d never met a more responsive woman.

He spent a long time lapping up her silky heat. His cock throbbed with need. His desire mounted, his liquid heat spilling from the slit.

“Brady, I need you to fuck me. Please…”

Shit! He wasn’t equipped. He glanced up at her. “Tell me you’ve got condoms, Megan.”

Her mouth twisted downward, then she splayed her hands on the wall. “Oh no…” she whimpered. “You have to fuck me, Brady. You really, really have to. You have no idea how much I need you.”

Fuck, he needed her just as badly. His gaze went to the cabinet and he gave a silent prayer. Please let there be condoms in there. Actually, he’d pretty much make a deal with the devil himself right about now.

He inched back. When he did, her hand went to her sex. She slipped a finger into her pussy and began to masturbate. Her boldness excited him beyond anything he’d ever known.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Hang on, sweetheart.” Leaving her writhing against the wall, he rushed to the cabinet and tore into it. His heart raced as he tossed towels and washcloths over his shoulder. He nearly cried out in euphoria when he found a half-full box of condoms tucked in the back.

He quickly slipped one on and rejoined her. He brushed his lips over hers and his fingers widened her opening. She was so small and tight he feared he’d hurt her. Megan reached down and stroked him.

Blue eyes met his. “Please fuck me,” she said, her voice full of want.

Brady opened her legs with his, bent his knees, and positioned his head at her slick entrance. His nostrils flared. His blood pounded hot. His bottled-up lust exploded. In one swift motion, he pushed into her, lifting her clear off her feet.

“Yessss,” she hissed. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him inside her. Brady slipped his arms under her ass and balanced her against the wall. Her heat scorched him, her muscles gripped him hard.

“You’re so tight, Megan. I’m filling you up.”

With her back to the wall, she rocked her hips forward so that her hard nipples scraped across his chest, her hands clawing through his hair. God, she was so wild, so frenzied. Her eyes blazed with need. “Brady, please stop talking and just fuck me.”

The urgency in her voice prompted him into action. “My pleasure.” Needing to give her what she wanted and answer the pull in his groin, he began rocking, burrowing deeper, ravishing her with dark hunger. Breath labored, she met his every thrust. Her muscles spasmed and sucked him in deeper. Her sweet syrup scorched his cock. Jesus, he was so close. He clenched his jaw in distress before he completely lost all control.

The fire in her eyes licked over him. Heat colored her skin. She closed her eyes, seemingly delirious with pleasure. Balancing her with one arm, he reached between them and pinched her clit. She gave a broken gasp. He could feel the pressure building inside her, feel her soft quakes. Their eyes met. He plunged deeper.

“Brady…” she whispered against his cheek. Suddenly, her body began vibrating and he felt her rippling tightness around his cock.

A rush of tenderness overcame him as he watched her peak. “That’s it, Megan. Let go. Drip on my cock.”

Panting, she gave herself over to the hot flow of release. Her nails bit into his skin as her heat soaked his cock. She moaned and impaled herself on his erection. “Oh, God, Brady,” she whimpered. Brady drew quick shaky breaths as his cock absorbed each delicious wave of release.

After her tremors subsided, her lips found his. She brushed his hair back and collapsed against him. “Please, Brady. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He crushed his chest into hers, and with single-minded determination, he pumped again and again, until he reached the point of no return. He gave a low groan of surrender. Holding her tight, he threw his head back and released deep inside her.

She cried out as he pulsed and throbbed deep in her pussy. “That…feels…so…incredible.”

“Sweetheart, you feel incredible,” he managed to get out between pants.

A long moment later, Brady inched back and let her legs fall to the floor. He then gathered her into his arms and held her. She nestled against him. Both of them breathing heavy, they just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms. When he felt her shiver, Brady walked backward and pulled her into the warm spray.

She gave a small sigh and tipped her head to meet his eyes. “I really, really needed that.” Brady smiled down at her and hugged her tighter. “It’s been a long time,” she admitted. “Two years to be exact.” She chuckled softly, poked her finger into his chest and added, “After one night with you, I just might be able to make it through another two years.”

Brady chuckled. “Don’t worry, Megan. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” And he was about to prove it. He pitched his voice low. “Let me wash you up.” He grabbed her hips, twisted her around, and tucked her ass into his groin. He lathered his palms and began soaping her body. His hands slid over her breasts and her stomach, then between her legs. She moaned and arched into his touch.