Page 41 of Brooks

Better than I remembered.

Fucking fantastic.

Tatiana squeezed her thighs around me and threw her head back.

"Yes."

I lowered myself over her, rested on my forearm. I drove in hard. One hand went between us and I knew I found what I was looking for when her hips jerked and she groaned. I set a brutal pace and let myself go. Her hands pawed at my back and she held on with her legs, meeting me thrust for thrust.

"Mouth, babe. I wanna taste your moans as you come around my cock."

She righted her head, but instead of kissing her like I told her I wanted, I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. Soft. Heated. Needful. Just like I'd seen the first time. So fucking beautiful that if I'd had any control left it was gone.

"Get there, Tatiana," I begged.

Pleasure surrounded me, tingling had started at the base of my spine and it'd spread everywhere. My balls were tightening and threatening to explode. Her inner muscles spasmed and I was losing the battle. She was too tight. Too hot. Too sexy. Too fucking much, I couldn't handle it. She was staring right back into my eyes and just like all the times before they were telling me everything.

"Baby," I panted in warning. "I'm gonna come. Catch up."

I was so damn lost in everything that was Tatiana Jones I feared I'd be lost forever.

"Brooks," she wailed and I slammed my mouth onto hers. With one last thrust I fell. The taste of her enveloped me, her pussy convulsed, her legs around my back twitched, her arms around my neck tightened. Yeah, I was lost in her. And I was more than all right with it.

I slowed our kiss, not wanting it to end. I knew the minute our lips pulled apart she'd close down. I wasn't ready for the bullshit she was going to say. The lies she was going to try to convince herself of. I didn't want to see the shine in her pretty eyes turn hard. Not after what we just shared. The sex was great, better than great, but it was the look she'd given me that was better. No pretense. No bullshit. No hiding. In the time she'd held my gaze and allowed me to see her, the real unguarded her, meant something to me. And what it meant was, shit had just changed between us.

Knowing what I knew about Monroe and how he'd dicked her over, yet she still gave me that. Yeah, shit had changed. And I was not a stupid man, I wouldn't squander what she'd given me. Even if she wasn't aware she had.

"Mornin'," I repeated, moving my lips from hers to the soft skin of her neck.

"Morning," she returned, stretching, giving me better access to her throat.

"You taste so fucking good." My tongue traced her jaw up to her ear. "So damn sweet,” I whispered when I made it to her ear.

Thank God, my softening dick was still inside of her or I would've missed how her insides clenched at my admission. I'd thought her eyes told the real story, but I'd found another way to figure out what she liked. She could lie with her words, but her body would tell the truth. That meant good things for me. I planned on spending a considerable amount of time inside of her.

"So do you." I lifted my head in shock and stared down at her. Still soft and relaxed. "What?"

"Nothing. Sometimes you surprise me." Her brows pulled together and I used my thumb to smooth the furrowed skin. "You ready for breakfast?"

Gone was the lazy sated look. "Yeah."

"No way, Tatiana. Don't put that hand back up."

"I'm—”

"Yes, you are. You're getting ready to close up and kick me out of this bed. I'm telling you now, that's not gonna happen. Yesterday, I fucked up and walked outta the shower when I should've stayed and set you straight."

"Set me straight?" The creases on her forehead were back, this time no amount of smoothing was going to work to flatten the skin.

“That's what I said.”

"I heard what you said, Brooks. I'm just a little surprised you think you can straighten me out."

"Doll."

"Don't ‘Doll’ me. And you're right, I'm kicking you out of bed. Get off me."

Her legs unwrapped from around my hips, she planted them on the bed, and she jerked her hips up.