"It's a good thing you are hot or I'd have an issue with you right now. But still, we're going plant hunting before I lose my control along with my panties."
Prue hoisted her backpack from the ground where it had slid and settled it on her shoulder. "Lead the way, lover boy."
"You think I'm hot."
Brody's statement stopped her cold. Was he serious? She didn't know what to say, but for some reason it was so... She doubled over and started laughing. Not a soft peal of laughter. Of course not. This was full on belly laugh that made her sound like a stupid hyena. And it felt good.
By the time she recovered she had streams of tears running down her face and he was standing there staring at her with an equally goofy grin.
Her heart melted.
"I guess we should look for plants," he said. "But just so you know, this isn't over. I won't rest again until I've made you scream my name in pleasure."
Prue swallowed thickly around the lump that instantly formed in her throat. There were no words that could be said with her body rioting out of control. She had no idea he was so dominant nor did she realize how turned on it made her.
She nodded and started down the path, leaving him to follow her. She simply couldn't look at him now in any capacity and stick to her plan.
Chapter Five
Hours later they were deep in the woods and had turned up nothing. They'd covered nearly every inch of the island and teased each other mercilessly the whole way.
Now they were tired, hungry and horny as hell. At least she was for sure and not necessarily in that order. Brody had made the unilateral decision to take her to his small place for a much needed rest.
When they reached the cabin, Brody led her inside and locked the door behind them. She didn't even have time to survey her surroundings before he was on her again, this time picking her up with his hands under her thighs and encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She happily complied. He was already kissing her by the time they reached the bed and he lowered her, pressing her back into the mattress.
His lips were soft and firm as they traveled to her neck, and the small hollow above her collar bone. It was almost too much to believe that this hot, hard and beautiful man was solely focused on her.
He wanted her.
As if to emphasis his desire, his rough hands were exploring her curves at that very moment and every touch ignited new sparks that made her squirm.
"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he said, his lips still peppering kisses just above the curves of her breasts.
"Actually, I kind of do. I can feel how much pressing into my leg." She giggled, her lack of experience mixing with her need for him.
"You mean this?" He shifted his body so that his erection no longer rested on her leg and instead bumped the vee between her thighs.
She sucked in air at the sharp spike of need that shot through her. "Oh my God."
He chuckled before capturing her mouth for another deep kiss that robbed her of rational thought. He was hot, and so obviously into her that she had no trouble getting caught up in this inexplicable lust for a man she barely knew.
What did it matter if she gave in for once? At the moment she wanted him more than air. Her career? Forgotten for now. The needs she wanted to fulfill were far more basic and urgent than her first world problems.
Prue squirmed, unable to hold still under the onslaught of sensation coming from him.
"You are beautiful, Prue. Your reactions priceless. I'm not sure I can hold myself back much longer. I'm dying."
His words broke something inside her. The flimsy barrier that made her hold herself back.
Screw it.
She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his lips back to hers at the same time lifting her hips to grind against him.
He growled into her mouth, while reaching for her right arm and pinning it above her head. He repeated just as swiftly with her left hand until she was pinned to the bed and they were both gasping with need with him clearly in control.
With his rough hands now entwined with hers that left only his mouth available to explore. Soft lips and hard hands all accompanied by growls and grunts worked together to turn her into a writhing mass of need.
"Show me what you like. I'm not sure what to do," she said.
"You're doing it," he said, his voice low and husky. "I touch, you respond. It's pure perfection."
He rolled his hips and her head nearly exploded. The friction he created at her center almost shot her off the bed. She wanted him so much she thought she'd die from it. The ache in her core kept growing the more he moved until she was thrashing against him.
It seemed the fact they were fully clothed didn't matter. He was hot, hard and lethal to her senses. She fought his hold, not because she didn't like the way he held her, but simply because instinct made her want to tear at something until the need inside her was sated.