Defying the Odds by Kele Moon Page B

but feeling like she’d die if she didn’t find it. “Help me.”
     
    She hadn’t expected to burn this hot this quickly. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast, looking for some sort of release from the building tension. He palmed it, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making Melody gasp out loud. The pleasure zinged straight to her pussy, and her hips jerked forward. She felt starved with yearning and empty without him. She didn’t really know how to tell him what she needed when she wasn’t sure herself. She’d never ached like this before.
     
    Clay’s other hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. He captured her lips, forcing her to swallow his low groan. It was then Melody sensed how tense he was, feeling his hands shake as they ran over her body as if desperate to memorize her. He was needy too; he was just better at hiding it.
     
    Melody turned in his arms, both of them gasping at the feel of her breasts pressing against his thick, muscular chest. The pleasure of being in his arms was molten, electrifying every cell in her body because it felt so good to be skin to skin with him.
     
    Their lips met once more, their connection magnetic and mysterious. Melody tangled her fingers in his wet hair, clinging to it like a lifeline as their tongues brushed. Clay was so hard, so strong. His presence both soothed and inflamed when he was clothed; now naked and shaking with need in her arms, her want for him was totally overwhelming.
     
    “Please,” she begged once more, the two of them still sharing the same air as she stood on her toes to savor more of his bare skin against hers.
     
    Clay panted with her, his breath warm against her lips, his dark eyes dazed and hungry as he studied her face. “But—”
     
    “It’s special,” Melody promised as she let go of his hair only to stroke his bare chest, relishing the feel of cut muscles shifting under her fingers. Her touch moved to his upper arm to clutch at his massive bicep. His raw strength was awe inspiring and sexy. She closed her eyes at the thought since it was making the throb between her legs too painful to be denied. “It’s special, Clay. It’s special because it’s with you. It’d be special anywhere.”
     
    Clay gripped her hips, and Melody expected him to push her away like he had in the car. Instead she choked back a gasp when he lifted her up. He pushed her against the shower wall, the tiles cold against her bare back, but what did she care? Clay was kissing her again, his thick, hard cock pressing against her pussy, which clenched to feel more of him.
     
    Having a man this close, practically inside her, was different than she remembered. He seemed too big. She wished she could reach down and feel him. She wanted to stroke the full length of that thick cock nudging at her opening, but all she could do was hold on to him while his tongue owned her mouth. She twined her arms around his neck as their lips met over and over again. Their kissing was carnal and passionate in a way she’d never imagined. Sharing the same air with him was addictive. Connecting with him tasted like her first sip of wine—sweet and intoxicating. She wanted more .
     
    She writhed, shifting her hips up until the head of his cock brushed her throbbing clit. She never got more than a small taste of heaven because he was holding her in a way that sapped her control. His arms were hooked under her knees, opening her wide, leaving her exposed and waiting for that first hard thrust that never came. Instead the crescendo built; the need boiled and raged. Melody would be begging if she could give up the addictive feel of his kiss long enough to find her voice.
     
    Finally it was Clay who voiced the agony of denial. His breathing labored and shallow, he groaned. “I can’t…I can’t wait, Mel.”
     
    “Then don’t.” Melody panted, the two of them still sharing the same air. One breath, one heartbeat. “Fuck me.”
     
    Clay’s forehead fell