Quivers spread through my entire form as I sank into the feel, the taste of him.
I was abuzz; my skin was fire. I cradled the back of his large head and kept his mouth to mine but lifted my body so we could be even closer.
His lips broke from mine and skated over my feveredcheek to my ear and then he kissed lower. He pressed a kiss to my neck and then my collarbone and then lower still to my breast.
He gently captured a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
I let out a screech of enjoyment.
My nipple popped from his mouth. “Poet?”
“Feels good,” I murmured, my eyes languid, my heart pounding in my ears.
He smiled before retaking my nipple into his mouth. He lavished it until it was a hard point and played with the other until I was thrashing against him. Needing more. Needing so much more.
Needing him.
“Brooks,” I croaked.
“I know,” he murmured, kissing my lips again as his hand went to the button of my jeans.
He paused ever so slightly and when I nodded against him, he undid them and slowly lowered the zipper.
Brooks eased back so I could lift up and he slid my jeans down my legs, so I was in nothing but lace panties.
He stared at me for a long moment, just peering at me, like he was memorizing how I looked.
I sat up and took down my messy top bun and removed my glasses and set them on the nightstand. He was close enough that I could still see him clearly.
I climbed off the bed and took his hand, urging him to stand. He did so without thought.
My fingers shook as they went for the buttons of his shirt, but he stood by and let me slowly undress him. It was like unwrapping a present you’ve wanted your entire life. It took everything in me not to rip the clothes off him because I wanted to savor this moment.
When he stood in nothing but his navy boxer briefs, his massive thighs stretching the material, I swallowed.
Not in fear.
But in anticipation.
He was golden skinned and tattooed.
His erection strained against his boxers.
Okay, maybe a little bit of fear.
I kept my eyes on his while I slowly removed my panties.
I stood in front of him. Naked. Unashamed.
Choosing him and this moment.
Brooks lowered his boxer briefs.
My gaze widened as the full picture of him came into focus.
He was huge everywhere.
“Come here, Freckles,” he rasped.
