Our bed. I loved that he thought of it that way. I nodded. “More room to move.”

“I do like that.” Brody lifted me, my legs going around his waist as he dropped my shirt to the floor. He took the stairs quickly, the door to the bedroom banging against the wall. Slowly, he lowered me to the floor, his hands going to my face. Everything in his expression spoke of love, reverence.

I swallowed against the burn in my throat as my hands went to his stubbled cheeks. As if my fingers could memorize the planes of his face. They traveled down his neck to the collar of his shirt. I tugged, and Brody lifted his arms to aid me in my work. Golden skin greeted me, and I soaked up every edge and curve I discovered. It was hard to believe that this man was mine. Giving himself freely and wholly to me. And wanting me in return.

Brody unbuttoned his jeans, shucking them, having already kicked off his shoes. I started to go for the button of my jeans, but his hands stilled me. “Don’t. That’s my job.”

I arched a brow. “Oh, really?”

“You can’t rob me of the pleasure of peeling you out of your clothes. Like unwrapping a damn present.” His fingers deftly unfastened the clasp and slowly pulled down the zipper. Each millimeter, the unhooking of each tine, seemed to send an echo of sensation through me.

Brody took his time as he pulled my jeans and panties down my legs. The drag of his knuckles across my skin created a cascade of sparks across my thighs, burrowing in somewhere deep, stoking a fire that had lit the moment Brody’s lips swept across mine. He lifted one leg out of my jeans and then the other, tossing them to the side.

I was completely bare to him, wearing nothing but that little bralette. I fought the urge to cover myself. But I wasn’t hiding anymore. Certainly not from Brody. He’d proven time and again that I could trust him—with everything. My body. My heart. My soul.

He pushed my legs farther apart, and before I could think about what he was doing, his tongue flicked out, delivering the barest tease to my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, and Brody grinned at me, his hooded eyes sparking. He circled that bundle of nerves, never giving me quite what I needed but continuing to drive me higher.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to beg. “Please,” I said on a hoarse whisper.

“What do you need? I’m enjoying myself right here.”

And he seemed it. As if he’d be content with teasing me for hours while my fingers left nail marks in his shoulders. I let them dig in harder. “You. I need you.”

Brody hissed as I released him. “You have me.”

“Show me.”