Slowly, his large hands undid each small button, one by one. With every one he freed, my shirt opened just a little bit more. When he got to the buttons at my waist, he allowed his knuckles to brush against my abdominals, and I sucked in a breath.
Once all the buttons were free, he took both his hands and slid them into the neck of the button-up, slipping easily right beneath the collar. He drew his hands over my shoulders and down to the center of my back, gently pulling away the shirt, gradually exposing more and more of my skin.
My injured arm wasn’t in the sleeve of my shirt. I hadn’t bothered to fit it back in after changing my bandages. So that side completely fell away, and the shirt was left to dangle behind me, just beneath my shoulder. Brody dragged his hands down the back of my arms (avoiding my injury) and tossed the shirt onto the floor.
My nipples were so tight beneath my bra they actually hurt, and even though I was wearing a semi-padded undergarment, my nipples showed through like the sun on a cloudless day.
Brody bent his head, his lips fastened on the top of my shoulder, and he trailed moist kisses from the inside of my neck all the way out and down the top of my arm. I swayed slightly because his touch was so incredible.
“Your skin is cold,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my flesh when he spoke.
I didn’t feel cold. I felt the farthest thing from it. Not being able to take another second of not touching him, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and marveled at the hardness of his body compared to mine. It was like he was carved out of stone and I was filled up inside with cotton.
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.