Page 19 of All The Way Under

He slides his hand between my thighs, and I gasp, but he pauses.

He continues washing me, setting my skin ablaze.

He stops before his hand brushes between my legs and spins me to wash my back, pulling me back between his legs, my back against his chest. His hands are rough, calloused, but somehow feel soft against my skin.

He unhooks my black bra and slides it down my arms. I toss it on the rock next to me, reveling in the fact that this is finally happening. It doesn’t matter that I’m bone tired. His touch gives me a second and third wind. It’s a craving nothing has ever matched.

He reaches in front of me with lathered hands and clutches my breasts, pulling me to lean against his chest between his legs.

I exhale, rolling my head back against his shoulder, tipping my chin up.

Brody rolls my nipples between his fingers before sliding his big hands down between my legs, pulling my panties to the side.

“Is this what you want?” he rasps in my ear.

It sends a shiver down my spine as the heat grows from the touch of his hands, his voice finally giving me what I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on him—validation that I’m not crazy. This. Is. Something.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I scoot back, until I can feel his cock against my back, giving him a better access, knees splayed open.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I reply, my tone a breathy plea for more. “This is exactly what I want.”

Twirling my clit between his fingers, a flood of wetness pools between my legs.

“The question…” I ask, breathing heavily, turning my head to glimpse his face, “Is this what you want?”

His square jaw works. I can feel it against the side of my head.

“I want to be rough because of what you put me through for the past three weeks. But I’m also tired.” His voice is a low growl, edging me closer to the brink. “Tired because I don’t sleep while I’m lying next to you.”

Brody’s heart is hammering against my back, and his slick skin warms. My own heart pounds in unison, hearing him say words I’ve only dreamed of.

“Lying close to you only makes me want to be inside you. Eviscerating you. Taking everything from you that I haven’t been brave enough to take.”

His breathing is jagged against my ear as he presses his lips against the rim.

“I’m not sure I have the energy for what I’ve dreamed about—the need I have inside me. There’s no way I can wait another day.”

He licks my ear, sending shockwaves throughout me.

“Another hour,” Brody growls, then bites my lobe. Hard enough for me to know he means business.

“Or another second,” he finishes.

I do too. I come apart, arching my back as his thick fingers work my clit to an oblivion. The rapture is immediate. I close my eyes and ride the orgasm as the waves pulse.

Brody whispers into my ear. “You like that?”

I nod, unable to form full sentences.

“You. Are. Mine,” his voice rumbles against my neck.

He bites the skin gently, inhaling deeply, like he’s trying to consume me. His words are more powerful than the orgasm. It’s the first time I forget where I am and what I’m enduring because of who I’m with.

Turning my head, I angle my body to the side so I can kiss him.

He beats me to it, grabbing my face with both his hands and crushing his lips into mine. It’s aggressive.

This has built for weeks, the chemistry we’ve buried with jokes and teasing.

Brody bites my bottom lip and pulls away. It hurts. It will leave a mark, but I want more. I want him to mark my body inch by inch. This is the first time in my life I want a man to own me.

The kiss slows, his tongue languidly brushing against mine as he opens his mouth, tasting me. I can smell his scent mixed with the lather of the soap. It’s intoxicating. If you could bottle it, women would clamor for miles to give their life savings for a bottle.

Being this close to him makes my head spin. What’s going to happen when he’s finally inside me?

I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and give it back to him. Pulling away from the kiss slowly, I let my gaze find his. His lids at half-mast, he is wildly turned on. Brody’s blue eyes hold a soft intensity. There’s a depth I’ve seen before, but never like this, never just for me.

Releasing his lip, it pops back into place. We stare at each other for a few breaths without speaking, letting the heat simmer like a volcano. The water rushes down around us, encasing us in this mind-altering moment.

I whisper, “But are you mine?” I finally ask.

Something flashes behind his eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ruined it, if he’s retreated to the place where he hides.

I hold my breath and press my lips against his in case this is it. If this is all I get, I’m going to make the most of it right now.

Brody takes the soap that’s sitting on the rock next to my thigh and rubs it over his chest, ignoring the question that seems to have shaken him.

It was easy for him to call me his, but when the roles are reversed, it causes a riot inside him.

Taking the soap from his hand, I wash him all over, lingering on the rippling abs and the V that peeks out from his boxer briefs. He slides them off, and I continue my assault.

Brody’s dick is even more magnificent than I thought—thick, veiny, and long.

Taking it in both hands, I lather it. He lets a moan slip, tipping his head back to stare at the rocky top of our secluded cave.

While he was rough with my body, I’m careful with his, letting my hands slide over his balls softly.

Leaving his cock, I wash up to his neck and straddle him to wash the top of his back.

“Give me that,” Brody says, tone cracking on the last word as he takes the soap. Then he rolls our bodies into the cool water below us to wash the soap off.

I slide off my panties and toss them on the rock. Our bodies are slick, pressed up against one another. The temperature of our skin offsets the cool tropical water splashing behind us.

He pulls me to stand on a stone that’s next to the rocky cave wall so we can both stand. The water is waist deep, but he pulls me up his body slowly, a crawl, so I rub against first his dick, then every rippling ab, until I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist, and his lips are taking mine.

He cups my ass with one hand and holds my head with the other, taking possession of my body in all ways. He groans, pulling me closer. My clit is sensitive. I circle my hips so I’m rubbing myself against his abs.

I pull away from the kiss, my hands on the sides of his rough face, and look into his eyes.

“Brody,” I whisper his name, my lips brushing against his as I plead my case. “I need you.”

There’s another flicker of something, but this time it vanishes quicker than before.

“I need you too,” Brody replies, kissing me slowly in between each word.

I leave my eyes open because there’s something about this action that feels like I’m being worshipped.

Sliding from my mouth, he kisses my neck and lowers me down his body, pushing me toward his dick. My heart hammers with anticipation and need. The moment seems surreal. The location. His body. His words and actions are so tender and pure that it almost feels as if he’s someone else entirely.

I close my eyes when I feel warmth, his hard tip at my core.

“Open your eyes,” he growls.

I obey.

“I want to see the moment you know.”

“I know what?” I ask, squirming, trying to get him inside me. I clutch his biceps and watch his muscular body as he holds me at bay.

“The second I become yours,” he replies, finally allowing my hips free.

I slide down, letting him feel me. I cry out, forgetting where we are and who is on the other side of the wall of water. Brody puts a hand over my mouth as he starts fucking me, long and hard, his blue gaze locked on mine as he slams into me.

I add to my memory bank. This is a porno.

He closes his eyes as he fills me for just a moment, relishing the sensation. The ecstasy blankets my body as the cool temperature of the water dissipates from the fire burning between our bodies. My core clenches automatically when he thrusts into me deep and holds.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Brody kisses me and slows his pace. It’s a leisurely fuck, and he releases my back to hold on to my hips. I float back on top of the water, my arms out to the sides. My ears are under water, so I’ve lost that sense, the roar of the waterfall.

He watches where our bodies are joined, then raises his eyes to my stomach and breasts, and his gaze catches on mine, and what I see there takes my breath away.

More than possession, more than lust, this is obsession dipped in love, wrapped with a chemistry so pure, no one else would believe it exists.

We lock eyes as he moves my body on and off his cock. He hits my G-spot with each slide, and he knows it—a beautiful smirk transforms the carnal haze playing across his face.

Brody’s grip is firm, and with me floating, he’s controlling every move. I envision what we’d look like from above, and it forces me to creep even closer to the brink. This big, stunning man, fucking me slowly, surrounded by paradise. He’s taking what he wants, and the thought gives me a thrill.

My whole body tightens as the tingles begin and slip over my body, beginning at my throbbing pussy.

He slams into me one more time, forcing my face under the water, and I come, bubbles escaping my mouth as I scream out in pleasure.

It’s the oddest sensation, coming around his massive, hot cock as my body is enveloped in cool water.

My heart hammers as the waves of the orgasm wash over me.

Brody’s hands pull me up out of the water, and he doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. He fucks me hard, his mouth covering mine as I pant out in protest, but also relish being fucked with our bodies pushed together.

He comes inside of me before my breathing evens.

His face buried in my neck, his teeth sliding across my throat.

He pulses inside me, the thickness hitting the walls with each jerk.

We stay entangled, our lips languidly kissing each other’s lips, neck, and face.

It’s tender and caring. Words that I never would have used to describe anything to do with Brody.

Chancing speaking isn’t even something I’d consider, because this feels like a love spell—it feels like magic.

He’s still inside me when his head whips to the side. I follow where he’s looking and notice a bird. It looks to be an Ibis of some sort. It has dark eyes and creamy feathers. It turns to the side and looks at us intently. I smile, licking my lips when Brody’s gaze flits back to meet mine.

“We are the zoo animals on display,” I tease. The bird spreads its wide wings and turns to swim away from us.

“I’d be an animal on display if it meant fucking you all day,” he deadpans, eyes roving my body. “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to get anything done knowing this is what I could have instead.”

There it is again, that worshipping, so un-Brody-like sentiment. All it took was mind-blowing sex.

“I have to know. Is it always like this for you?”

His face shutters, and he swallows hard.

“Yes and no. It’s been a while,” he finally replies. “Not like this, though.”

Brody exhales long and hard, causing his stomach to ripple like the wake from a boat. His abs are unreal. Literally.

“Fucking you was something out of a fever dream.” He stutters. “Doesn’t even feel real now.”

I nod. “I feel the same way.”

Seconds pass and we just live in the moment, his dick softening inside me.

“We can’t let the guards know. What if they separate us?”

Another flicker in his blue eyes. It’s as if he has modes or settings, and things I say trigger them.

“We won’t let them know. We shouldn’t do this in the cage,” he says. “Only here.”

Sliding out of me, he hisses.

“It’s cold,” he whines. “It’s going to be hard for me to hold myself to that, but it’s what will be safest.”

Standing on the rock below us, I go up on my tiptoes. He seems unsure of what to do, so I pucker my lips. Smiling, he leans down and indulges me with a fiery kiss. My lips are swollen and feel bee-stung when he pulls away.

“If we do any more of that, I’m going to need a second round, and I’m not sure we have time for that.”

God, do I ever want more of him.

“We could push it and see how long we can stay. If Mako is sleeping, we could stay here until dinner. We won’t be missed. I want more.”

My heart bangs on my chest, knocking, reminding me who I am and what I’m doing, but Brody takes precedence, somehow. He is more than my final puzzle piece. It feels like we were always meant to be here together.

I was put here to save him.