With a knowing smile, he said, "Forget that. I'm taking you right here.Right now."
Oh, boy.I loved the way that sounded.
The truth was, I loved all of this. And I especially loved it when he reached around and grabbed my ass, lifting me tight against the shower wall.
As he did, my legs wrapped around his waist, almost like they had a mind of their own. With one hand, I reached around his back, looking to steady myself as I used my other hand to guide his hardness toward my opening.
His hips surged forward, slowly at first, and then with one decisive push. He was huge and hard, and filled me nearly to the breaking point. But I was slick and hot and welcomed every wonderful inch.
Just like he'd promised, he took me right then and there, giving me exactly what I'd been craving for days, or maybe even longer.
And almost before I knew what was happening, I was climaxing yet again. I shuddered against him just as the water began to lose some of its heat.
But Brody – he was warm enough for the both of us. When he reached his own climax, driving into me harder and faster, I felt like I'd died and gone straight to heaven, even as the water turned cold in earnest.
But now, the cool water felt surprisingly good. I was hot and sated, and very,veryrelaxed. He was still holding me tight against him, and I let my head drop onto his shoulder. On a long, happy breath, I murmured, "Wow."
Chapter 44
Brody
Wow was right.
Maybe it should've been a one-time thing. But just like I'd predicted – and made damn sure of, too – Arden couldn’t get enough.
And the real kicker was,neither could I.
It wasn't just sex.
With most girls, they loved the trappings – the money, the fame, and yeah, me too while they were at it – but none of them had ever loved the nitty-gritty of what made me tick.
But with Arden, it was different. She was smart and fun, and not afraid of chipping a nail or getting her hands dirty to make something happen.
It was sexy as hell, and so was she.
Whatever we had between us, it was our guilty secret. And both of us wanted to keep it that way – me because there'd be a shit-storm with my brothers, and Arden because she thought it was a temporary deal.
It wasn't.
She might not know it, but an easy fling wasn't what I had in mind.Not anymore.
As far as my brothers, I'd deal with them later, when the house was finished and Arden was free of cameras and contracts.
For her sake, I'd handle it in private.No video footage. No drama. Just me and my brothers, hammering it out –withoutan audience.
Until then, I was keeping Arden to myself.And trust me, she wasn't complaining.
As the days turned to weeks, her interest in the house extended beyond the original project, and I found myself wanting her opinions on other projects, too – which houses to restore, which ones to pass up, and what to do with the properties that were next in the show's lineup.
Together, we pulled up plans and looked at pictures. It wasn't just about color schemes and window dressings. It was the layout of the houses, where we'd put in an extra bathroom, or what we'd do with an old kitchen or back patio.
Technically "we" wouldn't be doing anything, because Arden wasn't scheduled to be involved. But I loved her ideas. And her energy. And the way her eyes lit up whenever we brainstormed ways to modernize something while keeping its original structure intact.
Much of this – the house-planning, the brainstorming, the debating back and forth – we did in front of Waverly.
And it was driving her batshit crazy.
Judging from her sorry attitude, she felt ignored and neglected, even more so when I suggested – and none too nicely either – that if she didn't like the way things were going, she could find somewhere else to stay.
