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There’s something about Brookes that both excites me and sets me at ease at the same time. I sip on my drink as he drums his fingers on the table.
“I see you in some of my classes,” he says as his beer is set in front of him. “You never say much in class, yet you’ve been stepping on my balls since I sat down.”
“To be fair, you sat down at my table uninvited.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Alright, so why so quiet in class and not out in the world?”
“Is there a rule somewhere that says I have to be quiet in every aspect of my life?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Heat floods my core at the double meaning of my question. Brookes’ gaze lingers on my mouth for a moment too long before he rolls his eyes.
“And you’re just going to keep ripping into me?” He takes a sip of his drink.
“Well, unfortunately for you, stepping on balls isn’t something I’m interested in. However, ripping on people—I could do that forever.”
“A little spitfire.” He gets up and moves around to my side of the booth, bumping his hip against me. “Move over.”
“Sitting on the same side of the booth is weird,” I say, closing my laptop and sliding over.
Brookes rolls his eyes. “Do you have to make getting to know you as difficult as possible?”
“I do when you want to do something weird like sit on the same side of the booth. You know that’s not really a thing normal people do.”
“I would like to tell you that you’ve officially moved from ripping on me to busting my balls territory,” he says, leaning closer to me. The heady scent of his cologne wraps around me, drawing me in.
Grinning. I sip my drink. “Well shit, that means we’re inching our way toward stepping on your balls. I should probably get going before that happens.”
He laughs, the sound loud and rich, drawing the attention of those around us. “If that’s the case, we should probably get out of here. Head somewhere a little more private.”
“Brookes McAllister, are you trying to get me to go back to your room with you?”
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire as he smirks and shrugs a shoulder. Heat radiates from his body as wetness pools between my legs. There’s something in the way he looks at me that makes me think going back to his room with him would be a good idea.
It wouldn’t, but the fire in his eyes suggests a good time.
“Screw it,” I say as he finishes his drink and gets out of the booth. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet. “I deserve a night of fun.”
He grins and leads the way to the bar to close out our tabs. “Fun sounds like a good time. Especially after a long and boring medical conference.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s overly boring.” I lean against the bar and look at my colleagues, gathered around and having a good time. “I love medicine. Helping people is all I want to do with my life.”
“A saint.” Brookes’ hand lands on the small of my back after he’s paid both the bills. He leads me over to the elevator and presses the button. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
He reaches out to run his fingers along the soft material at my hip. My heart skips a beat as we get on the elevator, completely alone. I don’t miss the way his gaze drops to the low neckline of my dress. Brookes grins and steps closer to me, both hands on my hips as he pushes me back against the wall.
All I want right now is to feel his lips on mine while his hands roam my body. It might be the drink talking, but I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone else. He looks like he’s seconds away from tearing off my dress.
I would let him too. Even if it is my favorite dress, I would let him tear it off my body without a second thought.
Brookes closes the distance between us, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss. I moan as he grips my hips a little harder while my fingers sink into his hair.
His tongue tangles with mine as the elevator stops and the doors open. Brookes groans as he pulls away from me. My core aches as he takes my hand and hurries us down the hall.
The moment the door to his room is closed behind us, his lips are on mine again and my hands are roaming over his muscular chest. I need to see what’s beneath the soft material of his shirt. I fumble with the buttons for a minute—trying to focus while he’s kissing me is impossible.
Brookes works his way down my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin until I’m writhing. I push the shirt down his shoulders, groaning when his toned body is on display.
I groan again as he pushes me back against the wall, his hands sliding beneath the hem of my dress. He bunches it up around my hips before getting to his knees in front of me.
