Daisy’s words echoed like spectral taunts in her skull: we could run.
Emma’s life was buffering. It might well come to a control-alt-delete reboot, because damned if she could think of an alternative. Disappear, suffer bodily injury, or screw Brody over. And because none of those alternatives involved anything more permanent with this man, she’d take what she could and memorize the way he made her feel.
For long moments, they stared at each other in the city-lit dark, its shimmer a ghostly sheen as though their time together was already slipping into the past. Emma could almost imagine that she was somewhere else, someone else. A woman worthy of a good guy like Brody Kane.
He must have recognized some yearning inside her, because he pulled her close to his body. But before he could let loose with something nice, she spoke first.
“Take what you need, Brody.
“If I were to do that, there’d be nothing left of you.”
She sensed every muscle in his hard, strong body straining to retain his control. She felt the seething beast in him, the one she needed inside her now.
I’m not her, that bitch who couldn’t handle you, she wanted to say. Assure him that she could take everything he had to give because her surrender was power of a kind. “You can f*ck
me sixty-nine ways from Sunday and I’d still be begging for more.”
His eyes widened, reflected in the light spilling from the penthouse onto the balcony. “Then we have a problem.”
“We do?”
He removed Kevin from her arms, opened the sliding door, and deposited the cat inside. “He’s far too young to see what’s coming next.”
Laughter erupted from her at how cute Brody was with Kevin, but quickly faded at the roughness of his next words.
“On your knees.”
She swallowed. Hard. Without hesitation, she jackknifed to the ground, her knees scraping the hard surface. She didn’t mind—or maybe she did, because she sure appreciated it when he dropped a lounger cushion before her.
“Take my cock out, Emma.”
She rearranged the cushion under her knees and moved her fingers to his belt. A shake started up in her entire body, which was so odd. Nothing should faze her, but Brody’s dominance and his trust that she accepted him for who he was unnerved her. Perhaps he’d see it as an act, the virginal innocent who didn’t know how to handle a man’s equipment.
Or perhaps, he’d see it for what it really was. A wish that she was that innocent.
He didn’t assist, just watched, his nostrils flared with desire. Freed from the restraint of his briefs, his hard shaft pulsed in her hands. A two-hander. She was rather in love with this cock of his and how good it made her feel. She took a moment to enjoy the weight of it, the power and pleasure and life it represented.
Her panties dampened, her mouth watered, and a bead of precome at the tip made it three-for-three.
“Oh God,” she moaned. Her eyes flickered upward to see his chest heaving, his mouth slack with desire. He grasped her hair and tugged hard.
“You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it. This belongs to you, baby.”
She ran her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside, a teasing lick, and then, she took. Swirled her tongue around the swollen head and sucked what was hers. His cock, his essence, all of him. Inch by magnificent inch, she stole down his length, wishing she could take more without gagging. Arousal pulsated through her in an inexorable build.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his fist controlling the angle of her head. “Suck it good. All for you.”
She loved his salty-musky taste, the solidity in her hands, the thick, erotic slide of him between her lips. Lifting her gaze, she found him watching this beautiful thing they were creating. Power and surrender thrummed through her equally.
He pulled his hips back, slipping his cock from her mouth. She moaned in protest, but he had already dragged her up and spun her around so she faced the city at twilight.
His erection pressed against her ass and she wiggled. His growl against her neck prompted a flood of pleasure between her thighs.
“Need to be inside you when I come. Need to give you this.”
It sounded like he was offering her the world: the glory of the city spread out before her, the glory of the man wrapping her in his arms. A future that didn’t belong to her.
The condom wrapper’s crinkle hauled her back to the present. He yanked her skirt up, her panties down, and with one smooth thrust, filled her. Ah, heaven. A single grunt, and he remained still inside her, their worlds suspended in this moment of perfection.
The dusky glow over the city made the streetlamps look like dancing orbs, particles of energy. This dream world she wanted to live in. They were high up, but an enterprising perv in another building could spot them. The thought thrilled her, not merely because it was a turn-on, but because she wanted someone else to know they were together, if only like this.