“Get up here,” I rasp, my intense gaze locked on hers. “I need you closer. I can’t kiss you from down there.”
Before she can say anything, I catch her wrist and draw her into me, pulling her up until she’s straddling my lap. Her hands find my hair instantly, fingers threading through it as she leans into me.
A deep groan rumbles from my chest as her cotton shorts press against my bare cock.
“Mrs. Brooks,” I exhale, still trying to catch my breath. I shake my head in amazement before continuing.
“I’ve known you for years, and you’ve been keeping that from me the whole time?”
A small smile curves one corner of her mouth as she chews on her bottom lip. Needing to taste her again, I lean forward and tug her lip from between her teeth before kissing her.
“That was…” I pull back, at a loss for words. “God… you have no idea what you do to me—how fucking gone I am for you.”
Her eyes dart between mine, searching my gaze as she slowly skims her hands down to my chest.
She’s quiet for a moment, but I just let her be. When she looks back up at me and speaks, my heart nearly jumps out of my chest and into hers.
“I’m normally… not like that,” she admits shyly. “But with you…” She swallows. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything the way I want you.”
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything the way I want you
Her hands tremble against my chest, like it took everything in her to say that out loud… to give me that much of herself.
I’ll never be able to put into words how much her confession means to me—how many times I’ve dreamt of her saying something like that to me.
I have no idea how long we just sit there, staring at each other.
I wish I could bottle up this moment and keep it for myself forever. I never want to forget the way she’s looking at me right now.
Her breath hitches when my hand comes up and cups her face, my thumb brushing gently along her cheek. My gaze drops to her lips before lifting back to her eyes.
“The way I feel about you is indescribable,” I murmur. “All I know is I’ve never felt this way with anyone else. I don’t think it’s possible to feel this with anyone but you.”
“Then don’t stop,” she whispers.
Something soft and uncertain flickers in her eyes.
“Let’s just… stop holding back,” she adds quietly. “Here, we don’t have to be anything else. We don’t have to worry about work or Chicago or our friendship,” she adds. “We can just have…this, even if it’s only for a little while longer.”
A satisfied grin pulls at my lips as I draw her closer, my hand settling on her waist as I press our foreheads together.
“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Brooks,” I smile against her lips.
“For the rest of this week…” I add, my voice low. “You’re mine.”
The second the words leave my lips, my chest drops.
It feels like I’ve been punched in the gut.
Because the truth is, I don’t just want Medaow for a week.
I want forever with her—every single day until my last breath. And even when I’m six feet under, I’ll search far and wide until I find her in the abyss.
My hand tightens against her, as if I can already feel her slipping away.
Before I let myself ruin the moment, I close the distance and capture her lips in a searing kiss.
I don’t hold back.
