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His low, rough voice sent another rush of need over her. She opened her eyes and saw his kiss-­me-­now fever staring back at her.

  “A boyfriend in New York?” he added.

  “No boyfriend.” Logically, she knew now was the time to tell him why she’d traveled across the country. But she wanted to spend a few hours knowing Brody Summers desired her. She was close to cementing her place among the top neurologists in the country, but that didn’t change the fact that once upon a time she’d gone to bed in a house that never felt like home, wishing like crazy that this man would notice her.

  “Kiss me, Brody.”

  Running his fingers through her hair, he claimed her lips. As if her command had granted him permission to race past soft and gentle, his tongue swept into her mouth exploring, tasting, demanding . . .

  She leaned against his solid body. One of his hands abandoned her hair, to wrap around her waist. He held her tight against him, allowing her to fall deeper and deeper into his kiss. She’d never melted into a man’s embrace, letting him take and take and take. But with Brody, she turned to butter. Pressed against him, she felt so turned on, so feminine, and so . . . wet.

  He broke away. But his hands held her close, the dampness from his shower seeping into her clothes as his gaze met hers. For a fleeting second those deep brown depths offered a window into his thoughts. A fierce wanting stared back at her. A look like that led down a dead-­end street. The only thing waiting at the end?

  Toe-­curling orgasms.

  “I’ll tell you mine,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders to his biceps, giving them a light, playful squeeze. His muscles demanded exploration. And she wanted to touch and taste every inch of him. “If you tell me yours.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “My what?”

  “Your mental picture for how tonight plays out.”

  One hand moved over her jaw, down her throat, teasing every nerve along the way until he reached the first button of her shirt. “You first.”

  She rose up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his ear. Releasing his arm, she reached for the impressive bulge beneath the flimsy hotel towel. “I want to push past your limits, drive you wild. Right here, in the pool, or in your bed. You choose the setting, just don’t hold back.”

  “My room.” Brody drew her hand away from his erection. He stepped back and began pulling his clothes on as if someone had pulled the fire alarm. “And once I have you there, I’m going to run my mouth over every inch of you. Hell, right now I just plain want you, Kat.”

  Tomorrow, when he learned the truth, she might regret her lies by omission. But right now, with those words echoing in her head, she set aside the obstacles. Brody Summers wanted her. For tonight, that was everything.

  “Brody, tonight I want to be your fantasy.”

  Chapter 4

  STANDING UNDER THE hotel hallway’s fluorescent lights, Kat’s words roared in his ears.

  I want to be your fantasy.

  He’d had the occasional one-­night stand, though not recently and always with women outside of Independence Falls. But he’d never been drawn to a woman like this, feeling as if he needed to claim every inch of her and make her come until sunrise. And he sure as hell had never shared his fantasies before. But tonight he’d kissed control good-­bye. He’d let her in, and damn if she hadn’t said the words he’d been dying to hear.

  The elevator doors opened and Brody stepped inside, holding tight to Kat’s hand.

  He could feel her gaze on him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the control panel as he pressed 3. One look at her and temptation would win. He’d hit the Stop button, drawing the elevator to a halt between floors, and taste every inch of her right here.

  “You’re eyeing that big red button as if you’re thinking of doing something naughty,” she said, her tone light and playful.

  Her words were the final straw, breaking the dam, allowing his self-­control to rush away. When he’d read the text at the bar, relief had breached his restraint. Knowing that kid was out there alone while he sat in the hotel, removed from the action, he’d felt so freaking helpless. And yeah, that was unfamiliar ground for him. He hadn’t realized how much he needed the ten-­year-­old to be found alive, safe and sound, until his phone delivered the news.

  Now he just plain needed.

  “Tell me,” she said. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  Ignoring the elevator buttons, Brody pressed her back against the wall. He placed one hand beside her head, careful to leave space between their bodies. One touch and he might sink to his knees, taking her skirt with him.

  “I left my control by the pool,” he said, his voice low and rough. “So if you’re expecting restraint, if you wanted me to make love to you, I’m not the guy for you. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. When the elevator opens, you can walk away, and I’ll understand.”

  He pressed a kiss to her neck, needing to taste her again, now, before they reached the third floor. If she ran, he wouldn’t blame her. But God help him, he wanted her to stay.

  “I’m going to make you come. You have my word on that. I’m dying to touch you, taste you, learn what turns you on and makes you scream for more so damn loud the entire hotel knows you’re mine tonight. But—­”

  The bell sounded and the elevator opened, indicating they’d reached his floor. He stepped back, extending his arm to hold the door open, allowing her the space to decide.

  “What’s your room number, Brody?” Kat stepped out, glancing over her shoulder. “After that little speech, you owe me an orgasm.”

  BRODY SUMMERS PAID his debts. She should remember that for the next time she wanted something from his man. But with her back against the door to his hotel room, his mouth covering hers and his fingers pulling at the buttons on her shirt, the here and now took precedence over the future.

  Her hands moved over his shoulders, up his neck, working their way into his short brown hair. She wanted to believe she was holding his lips against hers. But she had a feeling it was the other way around.

  Alone in his hotel room, removed from the question of were they doing this, he kissed her as if making out was a contact sport. His lower body rocked against her, mimicking the motions of his tongue thrusting into her mouth. His fingers released the last button and his hands ran over her abdomen, pausing to tease her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra. Kat arched her back, seeking more from his touch. And Brody delivered, drawing the lacy cups down, allowing his palms to brush back and forth over her nipples.

  She ran her hands over his arms, determined to keep his touch leading her eager body to the edge of a full-­body orgasm. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to offer a little touch-­me-­here guidance.

  But he was too fast. Abandoning her breasts—­no, no, no!—­he caught hold of her wrists, drawing them down to her sides.

  “Brody,” she protested, pulling away from his kiss.

  “I gave you my word.”

  Taking her lower lip between his teeth, he stripped her black shirt off. The feeling of the silky fabric moving over her skin sent shivers up and down her arms. Tossing the shirt onto his shoulder, he focused on the front clasp of her bra.

  He struggled with the plastic closure. Anticipation swelled as his fingers brushed back and forth over her bare skin and she debated helping him.

  The clasp gave and he slipped her bra off, tossing it behind him. His palms covered her breasts and she closed her eyes, leaning into him.

  “So damn perfect.” He released his hold, sliding his hands around to the back of her skirt. He conquered her zipper on the first try, and her skirt fell to the floor at her feet.

  Brody didn’t waste a second, sliding the black thong down her legs. “Step out,” he ordered.

  She obeyed, and her panties followed her bra into the dark area beyond his hotel room’s entryway.

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p; “Put your hands behind your back,” he said.

  “Planning to tie me up?” She’d never ventured into bondage games. Offering control during sex, or anywhere else, had never appealed to her.

  “Yes.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.

  “Do we need a safe word?” she gasped, savoring the feel of his mouth on her skin.

  “No.” His gaze met hers, his brown eyes deep dark pools of need. She could get lost just looking at him, her world narrowing down to Brody and desire. Nothing more. Maybe she already was.

  “If you say no at any point,” he continued, “if you tell me to stop, I will. You can trust me on that.”

  “OK.”

  Oh yes, she’d fallen head over heels into desire.

  He guided her hands into position and her body responded to the contact. One touch and her breasts begged to be next. Need pulsed through her, leaving her aching to press her thighs together. The firm line separating her likes from dislikes blurred.

  Brody turned her on, plain and simple. Tonight, he was pushing his limits. And she wanted to do the same.

  Holding her wrists behind her lower back with one hand, he pulled her shirt off his shoulder and proceeded to wrap it around her wrists, weaving an intricate knot. Giving the fabric a quick tug, he tested his handiwork. It held, pinning her arms behind her.

  “But I want to touch you too,” she said. She’d spent years dreaming about his muscles. Having them on display, within reach, but unable to touch? It wasn’t fair.

  “My turn first,” he murmured. His hands moved away from the knot and he stepped back, his eyes meeting hers. “Tell me if this is too much for you and I’ll let you go.”

  But she didn’t want him to send her away. Not tonight. Save the distance for the morning. “I want to be here,” she said. “With you. I want this.”

  His brown eyes stared into hers. He’d stripped away her clothes, but he didn’t look down. It was as if seeing her reactions, reading the emotion in her eyes, mattered more to him than the sight of her bared breasts.

  “Spread your legs for me, Kat.” His fingers brushed the inside of her right thigh, blazing a trail, higher and higher, and she obeyed. Moving her feet apart, she offered him access.

  “First, I want to feel you come against my hand.” He abandoned her thigh, pressing his thumb against the part of her body most likely to transform his words into reality. “With your hands tied, your back up against the door, I want to learn what you like.”

  His eyes never left hers as he drew small, teasing circles over her clit. The intensity of his gaze combined with the deep, rough timbre of his voice, sent her body swirling toward a place of unfamiliar intimacy.

  “And then?” she whispered.

  “After I learn whether you like a soft teasing touch or pressure moving back and forth over you,” he said, his fingers following his words, swiping back and forth over the one part of her body that could make her come right now with only his thumb. “After I find out if you need to feel me inside of you, to turn you on, to get you there,” he continued, drawing his hand down past her clit as he slipped a finger inside her. “I want to kneel down at your feet.”

  She gasped as her body tightened around him, taking what he offered but wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered shut, focusing on the thrust of his finger, in and out. His thumb alternated between pressing against her and teasing her with feather-­light touches.

  “Open your eyes, Kat. I want to know you’re with me.”

  “I am. Oh God, I am with you.” She met his gaze as he added a second finger. “What comes next?”

  “I lick you until you come against my mouth.”

  “Hmm,” she murmured, searching for the power to form words as his wicked touch brought her oh so close to an orgasm. “I like your plan. But it won’t work. I need your cock.”

  “Is that a challenge?” he growled.

  “It’s the truth.” She’d wanted him for so long. And now that they were here, touching exploring, naked—­her not him, but she held on to her hope they’d get there too—­she needed all of him.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Desire rose up, threatening to take over her body as his fingers thrust into her. He continued his merciless strokes, back and forth, adapting his touch with every groan. His eyes remained focused on hers as if daring her to try and hide the fact that he’d delivered her to this point. Right now, Brody Summers owned her pleasure.

  “You may want my cock, but you don’t need it,” he murmured. “Look at you, ready to come so hard. Kat, you’re stunning.”

  His words ­coupled with the sincerity written in his intense gaze to push her over the edge. A take-­no-­prisoners orgasm swept over her, claiming all her senses.

  “Don’t look away,” he said as her head leaned back.

  She kept her eyes open, letting him see everything. The power of his touch, the awe at how his man took her by surprise—­he made her feel so damn wanted. It was a fleeting feeling. She knew that. But with her arms bound, his fingers demanding all the pleasure she had to give, she clung to the foreign sensation.

  “You win,” she gasped as the orgasm receded. Her hands pulled at her knotted shirt. “You can untie me now.”

  Withdrawing his hand, Brody shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet. You can say no, but first—­”

  He dropped to his knees, one hand guiding her right leg over his shoulder. Balanced on one high-­heel-­clad foot, she wobbled. Her hands struggled to keep her from toppling over. His fingers wrapped around her hips, his broad shoulders pinning her against the door.

  “Lean on me,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

  His tongue replaced his hands, teasing the parts of her body still reeling from her orgasm, and all her rational thought slipped away.

  TONIGHT WAS FILLED with firsts. First time he’d stripped to his underwear beside the hotel pool. First time he’d run his tongue over a woman whose last name he didn’t know. He’d had flings before, but never like this. Tonight the intensity was off the charts. And it was the first time he’d unleashed every last desire, tying a woman’s wrists allowing him to focus on her pleasure.

  Judging from the look in her eyes when she’d come, Kat needed this too. Nothing holding him back from showing her how much he wanted to hear her scream his name again and again—­

  “Brody!”

  He flicked his tongue over her, alternating the pressure. Savoring the taste of her, the feel of her smooth skin against his mouth, he held her tight. She was his. Beautiful, sexy Little Miss Perfect’s every cry, every moan, belonged to him right now.

  Her hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more. He followed her lead, letting her rock against his tongue, allowing her to roll her hips. The leg resting on his shoulder tensed.

  “Oh God!” She dug her heel into his back, her body shaking as she fell apart against his mouth.

  His hand moved around to her back, squeezing her ass once. Releasing his hold as her cries echoed in the cramped entryway to his hotel, he reached for her hand. His fingers interlaced with hers.

  Her climax peaked. The movement of her hips against his mouth slowed, and her cries died down as she gasped for air. Through it all he held her hand.

  “Brody?” She slid her leg off his shoulder and turned, pulling her fingers free from his. With her perfect ass near his mouth, he was tempted to steal a taste.

  “Untie me,” she demanded.

  He stood and reached for the designer clothing holding her wrists together.

  “Now,” she added, looking over her shoulder at him. “It’s my turn.”

  He groaned, his cock pressing against his fly, begging to be released as her shirt fell to the floor. Whirling around, she reached for his crotch, pressing her palm against him.

  “I think you’re going to like payback.” She gave his eager c
ock a pat and stepped back. “Take off your—­”

  The piercing ring of his cell phone interrupted. The vibration against his thigh, so close to his dick, shocked the hell out him. He scrambled to retrieve it. His brother’s name flashed on the screen.

  “I need to take this.” He swiped his finger across the screen, moving away from her. “Chad? This better be important.”

  “Josh is gone,” his easygoing middle brother snapped.

  “What do you mean gone?” Brody demanded.

  “I stopped by the house to check on him before Georgia and Eric’s rehearsal dinner. I wanted to see if he was getting along with that nursing student you hired to watch over him. And to ask if he’d changed his mind about going to the party tonight now that we’d sprung him from the rehab center. He’s only been home for a week. I thought he’d be itching to get out and see ­people,” Chad said. “I didn’t think he’d run and hide.”

  Brody heard footsteps on the other end, the sound of doors opening and closing. The farmhouse he and his siblings called home had been in the family for generations. They’d grown up playing hide and seek, racing up and down the stairs. Josh’s short-­term memory had disappeared in the wake of the accident, but his youngest brother still knew every inch of the house. “You’ve checked all the hiding spots?”

  “I know this house as well as he does, Brody.” A door slammed in the background. “And I can’t fucking find him. Unless he took a hike, he’s around here somewhere. His truck is still parked out front. Hell, so is the new girl’s sedan.”

  “Check the barn and the studio apartment,” Brody said. He had a pretty good idea where Josh had gone. “And call me back. I’ll be waiting by my phone.”

  Not getting a blowjob from the woman he could still taste on his lips.

  Brody turned to face Kat. “I’m sorry.”

  “That wasn’t about the kid on the mountain.”

  Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on her shirt. And she’d also slipped back into her skirt.

  “No,” he said. “My younger brother was in an accident. He’s had a rough recovery. He insisted we move him back home. But . . .”