In a flash, he had me on the bed, my back against the mattress, and my face so close to his I shared his breath. I couldn’t resist reaching up to touch, the pads of my fingertips skating across his rough stubble. He entered me on a slow glide, my eyes falling closed for a brief moment. I never wanted to lose this. If I could only hold onto this memory, remember what it felt like to be with him in every way, everything would be okay.

“I love you, Shay.”

His words danced across my skin, digging deep and making a home in my flesh, my heart. My eyes fluttered open. “Love you.” Those two syllables were stuttered with the strain of holding back, but when Brody’s eyes flared, I let go. My hips rose up to meet his, urging him on.

Soon, we lost ourselves in the rhythm that was only ours. Bodies bowing and flexing. With each tilt of his hips, Brody hit that spot deep inside me that sent shudders through my system, my walls tightening around him. He muttered a curse and drove deeper. My heels dug into his ass, spurring him on.

I wanted him as deep as possible. Needed him to plant himself there so I never lost the memory of this moment. What it was to be loved and wanted with feral desperation. To go just a little bit crazy with the need for another.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Brody said, demand in his voice. “Need to see those golden flecks shatter.”

I fought against the urge to let them shut again as my back arched. I locked on to Brody’s dark, swirling orbs. How the dark brown could glow, I had no idea. But they held me captive, and I had no choice but to stay right where I was. With him. The tether between us locked tight as the world shattered around us. My ears rang, and flashes of light danced across my vision. But I never lost sight of Brody as it happened. And I knew that no matter what came our way, I never would.

35

Shay

I curved into Brody’s side as we watched the flames dance in the fire pit. Griffin tossed another log onto the pile. “The kids wouldn’t stop begging for one of these after the barbeque at your place.”

Caelyn smiled as she tugged him down into the chair next to her. “More like you’re a pushover, and the second any of them say they might want something, it magically appears.”

Ford chuckled. “You’ve got it bad.”

Bell arched a brow in her fiancé’s direction. “Seriously?”

Hunter tried to hide his snort of laughter behind his beer. “And you don’t?”

Ford leaned over and brushed his lips against Bell’s. “I’ve got it the worst.”