Page 27 of Brooks

I’d been daydreaming a lot around him. Something I never did. I didn’t have the luxury of feeling attraction. Hell, I hadn’t felt attractive in a very long time. I was ruined.

And on that thought, I answered, “Yeah, I could eat.”

He was eyeing me again, trying to work out what was going on in my head. Good luck with that. Maybe if he could figure it out, he could tell me. I needed to sort myself out and get Brooks out of my head and focus on work.

I closed my laptop and made my way to the door. Brooks hadn’t moved. He stayed leaning against the doorjamb. Strong arms folded across his chest, highlighting his muscled pecs and biceps. One cargo pant-covered leg crossed at the ankle. From top to toe he was badboy hot. Chiseled features, strong cheekbones and chin, straight nose, great smile, sexy, unusual eyes. Yeah, he was hot as fuck, and dangerous. Heartbreaker.

“So could I,” he murmured.

Full body shiver. That’s what his husky voice did to me.

“You should come with a warning label,” I told him.

“Yeah? And what should it say?”

Brooks was no longer still, he unfolded his arms, one hand coming to my face, he cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his hold. His thumb stroked my cheek and I’d forgotten what I was going to tell him.

“Danger. Proceed with caution.” I finally got the words out.

“I may be dangerous. But I promise, you’re in no danger around me.” His words came out hushed and thick.

“I don’t think that’s true, Brooks. I think the reality of you is way better than the fantasy. Making you an imminent threat.”

His gaze heated and his lips did this weird twitch. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to beat back a smile or a laugh. Either way it made me melt. Apparently, honesty wasn’t always the best policy.

“The take away from this conversation was proceed with caution.”

“Was?”

“Yeah, babe. Was. Until you told me you’d fantasized about me, about us. Now it’s simply, proceed.”

“Um. I don’t think that’s exactly what I meant.”

“Yeah, it was. And you’re correct. The reality will be far better than anything your mind can conjure up.”

“Your arrogance is showing, Brooks.”

“No. My confidence is,” he returned. “And, Doll, I promise you my kind of certainty means really great things for you.”

Brooks’ hand was on the move again. His eyes were no longer heated, they were on fire and intense. His hand twisted into my hair, and he slanted my head, right before his lips came down on mine in a mind-blowing kiss. He didn’t ask for permission, he plundered. He took what he wanted, how he wanted it. Which was a very good thing, considering he was a good kisser. No, a fucking great kisser. My belly whooshed, my heart pounded in my chest, and my panties dampened. It had been, like never, since I’d been so turned on by a kiss. I wasn’t sure if this meant the good things Brooks had promised or if it meant bad things for me. If he could make me come unglued that fast, with one kiss, what would happen if he actually touched me?

I’d spontaneously combust, that’s what would happen.

He pulled his mouth from mine but left our bodies touching. His hard-on was hard to miss.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You can fuckin’ kiss, Doll.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a good Jesus, or a bad Jesus. What I did know was, I lacked the brain power to try and figure it out. My mind was preoccupied and I was no longer hungry for food. There was a mattress only a few feet away and I was getting ready to throw caution to the wind and suggest we use it when he spoke again. “You taste so fucking good. I’m a heartbeat away from tossing your fine ass on that bed, but the guys are waiting for us to eat.”

Thank god.

Thank god, my mind was muddled and I wasn’t thinking clearly.

I tried to pull back but Brooks’ hand on my hip tightened. “I want you to know we’re leaving this room under extreme protest.” My eyes locked on his and they were no less intense than they were before he kissed me. “We will be finishing this.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. Because, what else could I do? I wanted to finish it. “No way I get a taste of you and not go back in for seconds. And by seconds, Doll, I mean, with my mouth between your legs, tasting you.”

Did he just say that? He did. He said he was going to put his mouth between my legs. Was it possible for someone to orgasm by verbal stimulation? Because my sex was clenching and I needed a change of panties.

“I see you like that idea. And as much as I want to explore that now, I need to feed you and we need to prep for tonight’s mission.”