Not wanting to waste a second, I move her aside and step out of the tub. I bend down, lifting her out and wrapping her legs behind my back. With my hands firmly secured under herperfectly round butt cheeks, I walk her to the bedroom, water dripping onto the marble floors.
“We’re going to get the sheets wet,” Brooke warns.
“Oh, you can count on that,” I smirk.
She playfully slaps me on the back, laughing. “You really are such a bad boy. And I love it.”
“You’re going to have more to love in just a minute,” I promise, laying her back against the cool, white satin sheets.
I nudge her legs apart, placing my knee below the top of the vee as I lean down to kiss her mouth. Grazing her lip with my teeth, I whisper, “I want to taste every part of you. Are you good with that?”
“Uh huh,” she manages between ragged breaths.
Slipping down her body, I slide my hands under her perfect ass. Tilting it slightly upward, I bury my head between her legs, thoroughly tasting and teasing every inch of her. She’s absolutely everything I imagined as she winds her fingers into my hair, holding me against her.
Soon, she’s wiggling and moaning as she reaches the precipice. Despite her protests, I pull back, explaining, “I want to be inside you.” I quickly reach for my wallet on the bedside table, retrieving the only condom I have with me. Rolling it on, I position myself at her entrance, as she wraps her arms around my back, staring at me in anticipation.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing my body to cooperate and make this last a respectable amount of time. Releasing the air from my lungs, I thrust inside her. She sucks in a breath, gripping my back. I pause, letting her adjust.
When she taps on my back, I gently begin moving in and out. As I begin thrusting harder and faster, she moves with me. Our bodies are in beautiful sync with each other, which is making it even harder to hold back.
Through heavy breaths, I groan, “Forgive me, but you feel too good. I can’t last much longer. Next time, it will be better. I promise.”
“Don’t hold back. Give it to me,” she begs.
I do as she asks, and we both go over the edge together. My vision blurs as my body is overcome with pleasure.
I clutch her tightly as we slowly float back to earth. That’s when it hits me that I’ve never experienced this type of connection before. It’s wonderful and frightening at the same time.
“I can’t believe I almost missed out on this,” she murmurs.
I’m so glad she didn’t run away from us this time, but I don’t share that thought out loud.
And I’m not sure I’m ready for what happens next, whatever it is.
20
BROOKE
The sun shining through a skylight awakens me from a peaceful sleep. I smile as I realize my hand rests on Stuart’s chest, our legs intertwined. It feels so natural lying beside him. Letting my index finger lightly trace the contours of his defined muscles, I watch the steady rhythm of the slow rise and fall of his chest.
Noticing his upturned lips, I wonder if he’s dreaming about last night. I certainly did.
It hits me that this is the second time I’ve awoken in Stuart’s bed. There’s a big difference this time. He’s beside me. And last night we crossed another line. No, it was more like a canyon.
There’s no going back. I should regret it, but I don’t. Our chemistry is more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. Being together felt so right. I think that’s from an old song. What are the words? Something about it can’t be wrong when it feels that good. That’s not exactly it, but maybe it’s true if someone wrote a whole song about it.
It was almost too perfect. Our connection is intense yet strangely comfortable. I can’t even be bothered to worry about how I look this morning. If he liked me covered in sand, I doubt he’ll mind my mussed hair. He’s to blame for it anyway.
“Mmm. Your hands are so soft,” a husky voice murmurs.
My heart flutters when I notice a sexy grin spread across his face.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning. Have you been awake long?” he asks, turning toward me and propping up on one arm.
“I’m only half awake. Just enjoying lazing in bed with you.” I can’t believe how good he looks this early in the morning. His wavy hair drapes across his forehead, and his eyes hold a mystery I’d love to spend the rest of the day solving. I really don’t want this moment to end. We’ll be forced back to reality far too soon with the premiere tonight.
