Bedroom Games
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“Mmm, are we going to make love, then?” His eyes gleamed. “I was thinking a little mutual gratification was not out of order, but if you’re up for taking it to the next level, I am, too.” And he rotated his hips against mine just to show me how very ‘up’ he was.
I trailed my hands along his shoulders. “I’m game if you’ve got condoms.” And I was. We’d played at more for long enough. I was ready for the real deal. No more of this endless teasing.
He flashed another roguish grin at me and smacked my hip. “If we both go into the bathroom at the same time, I’m pretty sure they’ll guess what we’re up to.”
I was pretty sure I didn’t care at the moment. I was all fired up and turned on. My body was pulsing with need, my toes practically curling at the thought of making love to Brodie. Was I twitchy normally? I felt like a live wire at the moment. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was pretty sure I was going to lose my mind. “Don’t care.”
“No?”
“Nope. You?”
“Do I care if all of America knows I’m sleeping with the sexiest, sneakiest woman I’ve ever met? God, no.” He grinned and slapped his pectoral. “I’ll wear that shit like a badge of honor.”
I laughed and smacked his shoulder. “Will you, now?”
“Absolutely,” he said, and his expression was serious when he gazed down at me. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now, Kandis.”
I shivered at the intensity in his gaze. I expected him to laugh or wink to show me that he was back to being flirty, fun Brodie, but the serious look never left his face.
God, that was hot. I put my hands to his cheeks and dragged his face to mine, kissing the hell out of him.
He groaned, and his mouth melded to mine. Our kisses were long, wet, and so, so delicious. Finally, he pulled his mouth from mine. “Bathroom?”
“Bathroom,” I agreed.
He got up from the bed and held his hand out for me.
I slipped my hand in his, and we raced across the Power room into the one place that they couldn’t film us.
CHAPTER NINE
“What happened in the bathroom last night? Just a little bit of mind-your-own-fucking-business, that’s all. And quit snooping, you damn peeping toms. Can’t you go watch Marla natter on about her kids or something?” – Brodie Short, Day 52
The walk to the bathroom was probably fifteen feet, but it felt like forever. My hand, tight in Brodie’s, clenched when he swung the door open. I was nervous, which was stupid. I’d fooled around with Brodie night after night. We’d slept in the same bed for weeks.
But we’d never taken things to the next level. Heck, he hadn’t really seen me naked and aroused. Naked in the shower (though he’d sworn not to look) and petted me under clothes, but not the full Monty.
This suddenly felt like a big deal.
But then we were in the bathroom, and Brodie swung the door shut behind me. No sooner was it shut than he’d pinned me against the wall, and his mouth was on mine again and he was giving me hot, slick kisses with lots of tongue.
And I remembered why I wanted this so very badly.
Brodie was the perfect package for me. He was funny, sexy—god, so sexy—and smart. He was flirty, which I liked, and competitive. He played as hard as I did. He was protective of me. And he never, ever made me feel inadequate. The opposite, actually. Brodie acted like I was the smartest, prettiest, sexiest girl he’d ever met. And around him, I felt that way.
He was the perfect man for me.
It was just a shame that I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d fooled around with Tesla Spooner on The World Races, and by doing so, had dicked over his partner.
I still didn’t trust him. I realized this even as his mouth slicked over mine. At the moment, though, I didn’t care one bit. It was all about now, all about the moment, and I was determined to enjoy it.
His hands moved to my hips, grasping my body and pulling me flush against him, and I forgot everything but the pleasure of his touch. I felt the press of his cock against my flesh, a hard bar of need. It excited me, and I slid my hand between us and rubbed at him.
“Kandis,” he breathed against my mouth. “You sure you want this, baby? No going back if we do this.”
I melted a little at his words. There was that “baby” again. And he was asking me again, making sure that I wanted this just as much as he did. I knew he did; the proof of his desire was hot against my palm. So I squeezed him and then stroked downward. “Afraid I’ll be disappointed?”
His mouth curled into a cocksure Brodie smile. “Nope.”
I grinned. I loved that confidence in him. “I think you should prove it.”
“I think I’m about to.”
“I’m hearing a lot of talk, but I’m not seeing a lot of action,” I teased him.
“So you need to see to believe? I can help you with that.” His fingers dragged at the spaghetti straps of my tank top. “But first we’ll need to get rid of all this.”
I shivered at the graze of his fingers on my skin. There was something so right—and inherently delicious—about Brodie’s touch. I held my breath when he slid the strap down my arm, baring my shoulder, and then he leaned in to kiss my skin. Scrumptious, scrumptious man. I arched against him, letting the tips of my nipples brush against his shirt. They were so hard that they poked through the thin fabric of my tank top.
“Look at these beauties,” Brodie said, and he cupped one of my breasts. His thumb rolled my nipple through the fabric. “They look like they’re just begging for attention.”
Shocked pleasure coursed through me, and I whimpered, pressing against his hand. He felt so good. “You going to keep ignoring them?”
His thumb kept rubbing, over and over, each caress of the pad of his thumb sending an aching pulse straight to my pussy. “I don’t know. Is this driving you crazy?” He rubbed my nipple again, and his face leaned in close to mine, his eyes hazy and glazed with need. “Cause I kind of like driving you insane, Kandis. Feels like giving you just a little of what I’ve been going through for the past few weeks knowing I couldn’t touch you.”
My breath was coming in sharp little pants. “Been driving you wild?”
“You kidding me?” He paused and pinched my nipple between his fingers and then rolled it back and forth in a way that made my body jolt deliciously. “Every time I went in the workout room and you were doing one of those little Zumba routines, shaking your ass? Every time I woke up and felt your body curled up next to mine? Every time you got wet in that pool and I saw your ass in a bikini? God, yes. Fucking jerked off to you so many damn times.”
I dragged my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. I loved hearing that I’d been driving him insane. Hearing that turned me on almost as much as his touch did. “You’ve been making me crazy, too.”
“Have I?” He breathed a chuckle. “Sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re hanging out in the pool with Jendan and whispering with him.” Brodie’s mouth lowered to my neck and he began to lick and suck on the soft skin there.
I trailed my hands along his shoulders. “I’m game if you’ve got condoms.” And I was. We’d played at more for long enough. I was ready for the real deal. No more of this endless teasing.
He flashed another roguish grin at me and smacked my hip. “If we both go into the bathroom at the same time, I’m pretty sure they’ll guess what we’re up to.”
I was pretty sure I didn’t care at the moment. I was all fired up and turned on. My body was pulsing with need, my toes practically curling at the thought of making love to Brodie. Was I twitchy normally? I felt like a live wire at the moment. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was pretty sure I was going to lose my mind. “Don’t care.”
“No?”
“Nope. You?”
“Do I care if all of America knows I’m sleeping with the sexiest, sneakiest woman I’ve ever met? God, no.” He grinned and slapped his pectoral. “I’ll wear that shit like a badge of honor.”
I laughed and smacked his shoulder. “Will you, now?”
“Absolutely,” he said, and his expression was serious when he gazed down at me. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now, Kandis.”
I shivered at the intensity in his gaze. I expected him to laugh or wink to show me that he was back to being flirty, fun Brodie, but the serious look never left his face.
God, that was hot. I put my hands to his cheeks and dragged his face to mine, kissing the hell out of him.
He groaned, and his mouth melded to mine. Our kisses were long, wet, and so, so delicious. Finally, he pulled his mouth from mine. “Bathroom?”
“Bathroom,” I agreed.
He got up from the bed and held his hand out for me.
I slipped my hand in his, and we raced across the Power room into the one place that they couldn’t film us.
CHAPTER NINE
“What happened in the bathroom last night? Just a little bit of mind-your-own-fucking-business, that’s all. And quit snooping, you damn peeping toms. Can’t you go watch Marla natter on about her kids or something?” – Brodie Short, Day 52
The walk to the bathroom was probably fifteen feet, but it felt like forever. My hand, tight in Brodie’s, clenched when he swung the door open. I was nervous, which was stupid. I’d fooled around with Brodie night after night. We’d slept in the same bed for weeks.
But we’d never taken things to the next level. Heck, he hadn’t really seen me naked and aroused. Naked in the shower (though he’d sworn not to look) and petted me under clothes, but not the full Monty.
This suddenly felt like a big deal.
But then we were in the bathroom, and Brodie swung the door shut behind me. No sooner was it shut than he’d pinned me against the wall, and his mouth was on mine again and he was giving me hot, slick kisses with lots of tongue.
And I remembered why I wanted this so very badly.
Brodie was the perfect package for me. He was funny, sexy—god, so sexy—and smart. He was flirty, which I liked, and competitive. He played as hard as I did. He was protective of me. And he never, ever made me feel inadequate. The opposite, actually. Brodie acted like I was the smartest, prettiest, sexiest girl he’d ever met. And around him, I felt that way.
He was the perfect man for me.
It was just a shame that I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d fooled around with Tesla Spooner on The World Races, and by doing so, had dicked over his partner.
I still didn’t trust him. I realized this even as his mouth slicked over mine. At the moment, though, I didn’t care one bit. It was all about now, all about the moment, and I was determined to enjoy it.
His hands moved to my hips, grasping my body and pulling me flush against him, and I forgot everything but the pleasure of his touch. I felt the press of his cock against my flesh, a hard bar of need. It excited me, and I slid my hand between us and rubbed at him.
“Kandis,” he breathed against my mouth. “You sure you want this, baby? No going back if we do this.”
I melted a little at his words. There was that “baby” again. And he was asking me again, making sure that I wanted this just as much as he did. I knew he did; the proof of his desire was hot against my palm. So I squeezed him and then stroked downward. “Afraid I’ll be disappointed?”
His mouth curled into a cocksure Brodie smile. “Nope.”
I grinned. I loved that confidence in him. “I think you should prove it.”
“I think I’m about to.”
“I’m hearing a lot of talk, but I’m not seeing a lot of action,” I teased him.
“So you need to see to believe? I can help you with that.” His fingers dragged at the spaghetti straps of my tank top. “But first we’ll need to get rid of all this.”
I shivered at the graze of his fingers on my skin. There was something so right—and inherently delicious—about Brodie’s touch. I held my breath when he slid the strap down my arm, baring my shoulder, and then he leaned in to kiss my skin. Scrumptious, scrumptious man. I arched against him, letting the tips of my nipples brush against his shirt. They were so hard that they poked through the thin fabric of my tank top.
“Look at these beauties,” Brodie said, and he cupped one of my breasts. His thumb rolled my nipple through the fabric. “They look like they’re just begging for attention.”
Shocked pleasure coursed through me, and I whimpered, pressing against his hand. He felt so good. “You going to keep ignoring them?”
His thumb kept rubbing, over and over, each caress of the pad of his thumb sending an aching pulse straight to my pussy. “I don’t know. Is this driving you crazy?” He rubbed my nipple again, and his face leaned in close to mine, his eyes hazy and glazed with need. “Cause I kind of like driving you insane, Kandis. Feels like giving you just a little of what I’ve been going through for the past few weeks knowing I couldn’t touch you.”
My breath was coming in sharp little pants. “Been driving you wild?”
“You kidding me?” He paused and pinched my nipple between his fingers and then rolled it back and forth in a way that made my body jolt deliciously. “Every time I went in the workout room and you were doing one of those little Zumba routines, shaking your ass? Every time I woke up and felt your body curled up next to mine? Every time you got wet in that pool and I saw your ass in a bikini? God, yes. Fucking jerked off to you so many damn times.”
I dragged my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. I loved hearing that I’d been driving him insane. Hearing that turned me on almost as much as his touch did. “You’ve been making me crazy, too.”
“Have I?” He breathed a chuckle. “Sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re hanging out in the pool with Jendan and whispering with him.” Brodie’s mouth lowered to my neck and he began to lick and suck on the soft skin there.
