Free Wild: Whispering Cove, Book 1 by MacKenzie McKade Page B

fell rapidly. “I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe right now.”
    His ardor was overwhelming, leaving her drowning for his touch.
    Slowly, he closed the distance between them. Pressing his hips to hers, he thrust his cock, sliding across her moist folds. Her fingers dug into the couch. Her pussy squeezed, demanding he take her now.
    Still looking over a shoulder, Andrea saw him ease back. His fingers closed around his cock. The image of him touching himself was so hot she felt like screaming. Then he positioned himself at her entrance. When he thrust again, he slid inside her, filling and consuming her with decadent pleasure.
    “Wet.” Brody pulled back, gliding easily into her. “So fuckin’ wet.”
    He rocked slow and steady. Each of his strokes was tinder on the flame that burned within her. Sparks ignited across her skin.
    “Please…” she whimpered, desperation driving her now.
    “Please what, baby?”
    “Fuck me hard—fast.” Just the naughty words coming out of her mouth sent her desire soaring. She couldn’t bear the need, twisting and churning, seeking release.
    A growl vibrated in his throat. He slammed his hips into her with a force that sent sweet pain splintering in her sex. Strong, powerful strokes invaded her again and again.
    He wasn’t fucking her, he was claiming her.
    “You’re mine. Say it, Andie.”
    Andrea couldn’t think with Brody buried so deep in her body, penetrating her with a heat that stole the last of her ability to reason.
    “Yes,” she yelled, turning away from him to lean her forehead on the back of the couch. “God, yes.”
    His strangled growl made her push against him, driving him deeper. Brody held their bodies together and ground his hips, touching areas Andrea didn’t know existed. Dropping one hand between her thighs, he found her swollen clit, stroking slow and easy. The walls of her sex closed around him and then she shattered.
    Andrea threw back her head. A scream ripped from her lungs. The bittersweet climax tore across her senses. A conflagration of heat threatened to burn her alive as her body became one big pulse.
    Brody’s fingers bit into her hips. “Andie.” He jerked against her.
    Fire lanced her pussy. Hot jets of semen caused a series of spasms to erupt before triggering another harder, deeper orgasm. Andrea groaned from the pure pleasure, uncontrollable contractions shaking her to the core.
    The next thing she became aware of was sitting in Brody’s lap. His strong arms wrapped around her.
    “Oh my God.” Andrea snuggled into his warmth. “I don’t remember it ever being quite so earth-shattering.”
    Warm, rich laughter flowed over her. “I think I’ve just been insulted.”
    “Oh, the hell you have.” Andrea bit him playfully on the shoulder.
    “Ouch. You jest while my pride has taken a severe blow.” His palm smoothed down her back. “If you will allow it, Miss Adair, I do believe I can perform even better in a bed with a silk rope or a pair of handcuffs.”
    “Really?” Her shock was overcome by the realization that she missed moments like these that she and Brody had once shared.
    His roguish grin made her heart flip-flop. He nodded, rising so that both of them stood face-to-face. Slapping her sharply on the ass, he turned and ran for the stairs. “Last one to bed is a rotten egg.”
    A second of doubt crept into her mind, but she shoved it aside and headed for the stairs.
    Tonight was her night—and Andrea planned to make the most of it.

Chapter Seven
    Brody woke to the sensation of his body spooned against a warm woman. Inhaling Andie’s scent, he nuzzled her neck, careful not to wake her. He couldn’t help bathing in the glow from last evening. It had been magical loving her all night long. He tightened his grip around her waist and released a long, deep, audible breath.
    This was how life should be. Him. Andie. Together.
    Yet even as he lay with the woman he loved, Brody was no fool. Last night he had won the