“Freckles?” Brooks called.
I slowly lowered the coverlet to reveal my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his keys onto the counter. “You’re still in the same position since I left you this morning.”
“Cramps,” I gasped. “Really bad.”
“Tea?”
“Fuck the tea,” I groaned. “It did nothing.”
He placed his cowboy hat on the kitchen counter and then stripped out of his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I demanded as he crawled beneath the covers behind me.
He pulled me back against his bare chest and I shivered at the warmth that emanated from him.
“You’re a block of ice,” he said, wriggling his hands beneath my shirt to rest on my lower stomach.
“Hmm,” I moaned in sweet relief. “Your hands are like a heating pad.”
“I can run out and get you one.”
“No! Stay right there. Don’t move.”
He held me for a long quiet moment, and I was drowsy from his heat.
Brooks brushed his lips against my ear. “Better?”
“Hmm. Yes.”
“You know what might help your cramps?”
“What?” I asked.
“An orgasm. It releases pain-reducing endorphins.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m readingHints from Heloise,” he teased.
I laughed. “I’m willing to try anything. I’ve been in bed all morning. Day two is always the worst.”
“Then let me . . .”
His hand slid lower, and he pressed the pads of his fingers against my cleft.
“Oh,” I breathed as pleasure crackled with promise.
“More?”
I nodded and closed my eyes, letting Brooks touch me and take away my pain.
He kept his other hand splayed across my lower belly.
Desire pulsed between my legs, as he continued to stroke me over my panties. It was bliss. And he didn’t stop until I was coming.
“Good girl,” he rasped.
