God, this was crazy. He couldn’t get enough of her. Gareth wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how good she felt and tasted. But the words wouldn’t come as he was wrapped in a whirlwind of need.
Brooke’s hand ran down his chest and rested on either side of the waist of his jeans, her fingers gently slipping inside. It wasn’t raw passion or desire. It was letting him know it was okay, that this was what she wanted. Breaking their kiss, he looked into her eyes. The yearning was all he needed to erase any hesitation remaining within him. “I want you, Brooke,” he muttered in a deep husky voice.
“I want you too, Gareth,” she said softly, never breaking eye contact.
Gareth touched her cheek with the back of his hand, and she leaned into his touch. She didn’t want it to stop either, which was good, because he couldn’t imagine pulling away now. Gareth wanted to tell her all the reasons this was a bad idea. That they only had the here and now. That he’d be leaving for New York in two days. They might not see each other again. He couldn’t offer what she deserved. But he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words.
“If you’re not totally sure about this, I suggest we stop now.” Once he started this, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.
Brooke licked her lips while looking at his. “I’m not teasing, Gareth. I want you so bad that it hurts. Now kiss me already,” she said breathlessly.
Claiming her lips, he parted them with his tongue. If he thought his desire for her in that sexy black dress had been powerful, it didn’t come close to what he felt now. It wasn’t what she was wearing, but how bold and confident she was. He was giving, but she was taking. His tongue darted into her mouth and she sucked gently on it and then hers entered his, wanting the same. Damn woman, you can kiss.
The way she played with him with just her tongue, he could only imagine what that tongue would feel like stroking his cock. But as damn hot and horny as he was right now, his body couldn’t handle her lips wrapped around him, licking and sucking. It would be over before he got started.
Tempting as it was, he resisted. Gareth needed to make sure she was taken care of before he was. If it took all night, he’d make sure she was satisfied, hopefully more than once. He wanted to do his own exploration with his mouth, but right now, they were both overdressed for it.
“I want to show you how beautiful you are.”
As they stood by the full-sized bed, it felt tiny and cramped, but they didn’t need more room, only less clothes. Their eyes never left each other as they quickly removed their clothes; shirts and pants flung in one direction, undergarments in another. Her bra landed on the lamp. He almost walked over and took it off, not wanting it to burn, but the fire between them was already roaring.
He looked at her breasts, full and perky, waiting for his attention. Gareth was eager to give it. He lifted Brooke into his arms and placed her in the center of the bed. Then he joined her, covering her body with his. Her taut pink nipples begged him to take them into his mouth. Lowering his head, he kissed, tugged, and nipped the first one. Her moans filled the air as she arched her back for more.
His tongue twirled around her nipple before he sucked again. As she moaned, he moved to the next and continued his assault.
“Gareth, please . . .”
He ignored her pleas. Brooke reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him up. He knew what she wanted, but she’d need to wait. He wasn’t rushing this. Like dinner, he wanted this to be . . . perfect. More than perfect. He wanted it to be something neither would ever forget.
His mouth slowly made its way up from her breast to her neck, and then back down between her two perfect peaks. She groaned, tugging at him once again, this time more firmly. “Gareth, I want . . . I . . . need . . .” followed by an even deeper moan.
“Soon, sweetheart.”
She was making it difficult to refuse her request. “Gareth, please.” She gripped his arms, her nails digging into him.
He continued to flick with his tongue or nip with his teeth. His mouth inched lower, crossing over her abdomen as he continued his decent.
“Your body is so cool, until I touch it. And I’m going to touch you . . . everywhere,” Gareth warned.
“Gareth,” she moaned, arching against him.
“You feel so good in my arms.”
“But I want to . . . feel you . . . taste . . . you,” she moaned.
“Trust me. You’ll have me, all of me.” His words were muffled by her flesh. “But not until I have you first.”
Brooke’s moans echoed through the room, and he knew her need was building. Her hips wiggled, and she parted her legs trying to get them to wrap around his waist. “Please, I need . . .”
Gareth needed to address her need. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit. The instant he stroked her, he felt her shudder, and she opened farther for him.
He slowly circled it, bringing her higher.
“I . . . I . . . oh . . .” She responded softly in half moans.
Her body trembled as he repositioned himself, bringing his mouth only inches from her core. “You taste like heaven,” he said, blowing on her intimately. An animalist growl echoed through the room, and she opened farther until he had full access.
Gareth slipped one finger inside her and pulled it back out. Then again and again. Brooke gripped the sheets as the building rhythm continued. His finger entered her again, and with his thumb he continued to circle her clit.