Tattoo (Take It Off #7)(39)
Author: Cambria Hebert

I let my fingers trace over some of the designs displayed on his arm and then traveled down until the tips of my fingers brushed over the inside of his palm. Brody’s hand spasmed and closed around mine, and he adjusted his hold so our fingers were linked together.

“Come on,” he murmured, towing me along behind him.

Inside the bathroom, he bent down and closed the drain to the large garden tub and then turned on the faucets.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You said you wanted to clean up.”

“What about you?” I asked, thinking he meant to leave me in here alone while he went to change.

“Oh, I’m very dirty too.”

A little thrill shot through me and ended right in my core. Moisture began to pool between my thighs as my body started to ache for him.

“What about this?” I asked, skimming fingers along the edge of the bandage at his side.

“We’ll just have to keep the water level low,” he murmured, stepping close and wrapping his arm around my bare waist. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get good and wet.”

My insides trembled because I knew he wasn’t talking about the water, and I liked it. As warm water filled the bottom of the tub, Brody’s fingers found the hooks at the back of my bra and deftly undid the clasp. Because the fabric was still wet, it stuck to my skin instead of instantly falling away.

The tips of his fingers started at the center of my back and dragged around, over my ribcage, and delved under the edges of the material. I shuddered when he brushed against the underside of my breast and worked his way up to peel away the damp fabric and bare my chest completely.

The sound of a breath expelling from deep within him excited me, making me feel like what he saw pleased him, and yes, I definitely wanted to please him.

Using both his hands, he cupped my naked breasts, weighing them in his palms and tweaking the rock-hard nipples that puckered in the center.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He had yet to really touch me, and already I was so worked up I could barely stand still.

“I love your shape,” he murmured, letting his hands float down the sides of my waist and then hook into the waistband of my leggings.

“You’re the perfect mix of curves and flesh. This part, right here,” he whispered, grabbing the area just above my hips, “is a perfect fit for my hands. It’s exactly where I plan to hold you when you sink your heat down over my cock and ride me ‘til you scream.”

The picture that painted caused the inner muscles deep in my vagina to spasm with desperation. Just the thought of him filling me up inside and allowing me to have the control of moving over him was enough to get me to orgasm right here in front of him.

I shivered when he peeled away my leggings and panties, and I swooned when he bent down at my feet to work the damp clothes over my ankles, then tossed them aside. Instead of standing up immediately, Brody wrapped his hands around my ankles and slid upward, touching every last inch of my legs, pausing at the sensitive flesh behind my knees, giving it an extra stroke. I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling. I was like a newborn calf, standing there naked before him, wobbly and unsteady.

Brody kept sliding upward around to the front of my thighs, traveling to the sensitive, secret area where my body met my legs.

“A natural redhead,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in the sort, groomed curls at the apex of my hips. He dipped his thumb, sliding into the slit of my body and making brief contact with the swollen, throbbing knob buried beneath the folds.

I reached out and grabbed the wall, no longer able to stand fully upright.

I heard his pleased chuckle, and he abandoned my body to stand up and draw me into the circle of his arms. “I’ll support you,” he murmured, lowering his head and taking my lips.

He coaxed my mouth open with deep, even kisses and then swept that devilish tongue right inside my mouth, twisting around my tongue and making me melt against his bare chest.

We were skin to skin, body to body. The cold button at the waistband of his jeans dug into my lower abdomen, and I pushed against it, my body desperate for some kind of pressure.

In that moment I wished I was taller because the hard length of him straining against his jeans was exactly what I wanted to feel at my core, but it was too high for me to rub against. I made a frustrated sound into his mouth and the kiss broke with his wide smile.

He pulled away and placed his hands beneath my arms, lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather, and set me down into the tub, which was filling with deliciously warm water. I sank down into the silky heat and sighed.

Brody turned off the faucet before the water level could get too high and then he popped the button on his jeans. I watched with heavy limbs as he pulled off the pants and boxer briefs he wore.

His penis was thick and jutted out from beneath a neat nest of short, dark curls, pointing at me like it knew exactly who it belonged to.

I had the perfect view of his entire package as he stood beside the tub, staring down at me as warm water lapped at my skin. His balls were full and heavy, the skin much more delicate looking than the taut casing covering his unbending length.

Without hesitation, I reached up and cupped them in my palm, rolling them around in my fingers and caressing the underside with delicate, light strokes. Brody shuddered and his body jerked. I smiled and dragged my nails down the inside of his thigh.

A low growl filled the air, and I scooted back so there was plenty of room for him to join me.

The water level rose considerably when he lowered his bulky, cut, tattooed form down beside me. Water splashed up his sides and teased the bottom edges of the bandage covering his wound.

“There’s too much water.” I worried, reaching behind me for the stopper, to drain out some of the water.

“Leave it,” he commanded, grabbing my hand and bringing it back around.

“But—”

He shook his head, cutting off my words, and pulled me closer. My bare bottom slid over the smooth floor of the tub and my body came right up against him. His legs were spread so I fit between them, and when I was close enough, he wrapped his calves around my back, caging me in so I was totally surrounded by him.

Brody slid the bands out of the ends of my completely ruined braids and tossed them over the edge. Slowly, he worked his fingers through the tangles in my hair until the length of it trailed down my back and the ends fell into the water.

“Lean back,” he instructed, and it took a moment for me to maneuver because he didn’t move his legs. So I draped my body over him, thrusting my chest up into the sky as my head and shoulders fell back and my hair soaked up the warm water.