Chapters (61)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Shay
- Brody
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- Epilogue
- Enjoy this Preview of Beneath the Wreckage
- Enjoy This Book?
- Acknowledgments
- Also Available from Catherine Cowles
- Stay Connected
- About Catherine Cowles
I knew it was only a matter of time before some erotic painting showed up on one of Brody’s canvases. My mouth curved at the thought. Just as long as it didn’t end up on an auction block. I sucked in a sharp breath as Brody hit that spot deep inside me, the one that sent shudders echoing through every muscle.
“There it is,” Brody rumbled, driving deeper.
My fingers dug into his broad shoulders. The frenzied need in me to have him fully would surely leave marks on his skin, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. The only thing that existed in that moment was Brody and me and the frenetic energy between us. My legs hooked around his hips, heels digging into his ass. My back arched. Everything in me searched for release.
“Come with me.” It was both an order and a plea. And I obeyed. Brody let out a muffled curse as he thrust one more time. But I was already gone, spinning out into spirals of light and explosions of color.
Brody collapsed, turning us so that I was lying on top of him again. We slowly came back to ourselves, Brody trailing his fingers down the ridges of my spine. My breaths began to even out, my lungs no longer desperate for oxygen. “I’m pretty sure I passed out for a second there.”
Brody chuckled, and the sensation sent little shocks through me. When my walls tightened around him, he groaned. “Don’t do that. You might actually kill me.”
I grinned down at him. “Wouldn’t want to do that. I kind of like having you around.”
His lips ghosted across my temple. “You should know by now, you’re stuck with me forever.”
A warm hum of energy spread through me. Because nothing in this world sounded better than that.
40
Brody
A clump of weeds and dirt hit me in the chest. “Hey, what was that for?” I barked.
Shay picked up another ball of detritus from her bucket and chucked it at me. “That’s what you get for making fun of me.”
I side-stepped her weed missile. “Come on, you have to admit that playing music for plants is a little ridiculous.”
Shay huffed. “It’s scientifically proven to help them grow. There’s also been research that if you say nice things to them, they’ll do better.”
“That’s what you were doing when I came back from the shed, wasn’t it?”
She blushed. “It doesn’t hurt to tell them what a good job they’re doing.”