“Oh.”
We almost jogged to the room, and the second we were inside, I kissed the side of her neck, pulling the elastic band from her ponytail. Her hair spilled down her back, the strawberry scent of her shampoo wafting around me.
“Thanks for flying here. It means a lot to me.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I was regretting anything. I wasn’t. I’m not. I just... well, I was afraid you’d begrudge me for what happened with the sponsors, that you’d be upset. I’ve...well, I know from experience that when things go wrong professionally, that tension takes over the relationship, driving a wedge, so...”
“Brooke. That would never happen. Ever. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you. I was taking out my frustrations and fears on you, and it wasn’t fair.”
I whirled her around.
“You were right, though. I kept pushing.”
“Well, if you hadn’t, who knows where we’d be now. Maybe we’d still hang around as friends, having movie nights.”
“Babe, there’s no way I would’ve lasted that long without making a move on you.” She attempted to look down, but I cupped her face with both hands. “I’m sure we’re going to have ups and downs, but I’ll love you through all of that. All I ask is that you love me back.”
“I will. I do love you.”
“You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”
Her
breath caught, and she looked up at me with a dreamy expression.
Before Brooke entered my life, I hadn’t understood my brothers when they claimed that meeting their women had turned their worlds upside down. But now I did. I’d work hard to see that look in her eyes every single day.
I couldn’t stand not kissing and not touching her anymore. After taking off her jersey, I kissed her collarbone, starting from the right shoulder, moving my lips slowly, enjoying her reactions to me: her breathing becoming more labored, the goose bumps popping up on her skin, the light flush on her neck. All for me. When I cupped her bra, she rolled her hips, humming my name. I wanted to explore her for days.
I drew my hand slowly down her belly to the fly of her jeans. She sucked in a breath when I opened it, and I slipped my fingers inside her panties, nearly bursting in my pants when I felt how ready she was. I didn’t go slow after that. I yanked away her jeans while she worked at ridding me of my clothes too. When we were naked, I kissed her long and deep until I felt her quiver lightly. Then I cupped her ass with both hands, lifting her up. I smiled against her mouth when she wrapped her legs around my middle.
Then she lowered herself just a little, so the tip of my cock was wedged between us, and a deep groan rumbled at the back of my throat.
I laid her on the bed but didn’t join her, despite her tugging at my hand.
“I want to look at you, Brooke. Lying here, waiting for me. Wanting me.”
I placed one knee on the mattress, dropping a kiss on her right ankle.
“I want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Jace,” she protested.
“And I will do it.”
I kissed up her right leg before focusing on the other one. I could feel her becoming more impatient. She was fisting the bedsheet, or my hair whenever I was in her reach. Needing more access, I straddled her. She gripped my shoulders, bringing me down on her. I skimmed the tip of my nose down her collarbone, tracing the same path up with my lips. She swallowed, rolling her hips, gasping when the tip of my erection nudged her clit.
“Fuuuuck, Brooke.”
My muscles locked down as I pulled back to slide on protection before losing my head completely.
Then I entered her slowly, feeling her pulse around me. Her eyes flared wide, and her grip on my shoulders was crushing. She sensed this intense feeling of togetherness too. I moved slowly in and out. I wanted to be entwined with her so deeply that our connection could never be broken.
I kissed her feverishly until I slid both my hands under her ass to lift her up. Pushing my forehead into the pillow for leverage, I pressed my cheek to hers, wanting as much connection as possible.
On a gasp, Brooke clenched her thighs, making it almost impossible for me to move, and then I felt her unravel. I held back my own climax for as long as possible, but when she tipped her head between us, muffling her sounds of pleasure against my chest, I was a goner.