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When I don’t think my body can take anymore pleasure and my heart is so full of love I’m speechless, I give myself over to a dreamless sleep, resting safely in Mack’s arms while he strokes his fingers over my back.
MACK
I'm totally screwed if this goes wrong.
Bright rays of sunshine beam through the blinds and fall across the floor. It's late, but I don't care in the least. Brooke's soft, naked body is snuggled against mine, and she feels like heaven.
Having her safe in my arms last night gave me the best night's sleep I've had in months—no, years. It's been forever since I've wanted someone so badly.
Hell, the last time I threw open the doors of my heart and life, inviting someone in to do whatever the hell they wanted as long they were mine, it was her. A small chuckle rushes from my lungs, and Brooke squirms in her sleep, nuzzling her nose against my bare chest.
I don't want to move; I just want to stop time and stay right here with Brooke. Her hair is fanned out across my arm, and I love the weight of her thigh draped over mine. Even in this single bed, we fit together perfectly; we don't need space. What we do need is about a month—or several—of uninterrupted time together to be close.
We have a lot of catching up to do, and I can't wait to get started. Scratch that, fuck catching up—there's no going back in time, just moving forward. I can't wait to start making plans with this incredible woman.
That's what we need: new adventures to look forward to. All I know is I'll be happy if I get to spend the rest of my days on this spinning rock in lockstep with Brooke Sheridan.
Taking a deep breath, I struggle to slow my speeding thoughts. It's almost inconceivable how fast life can change. A month ago, I was running around putting out fires in my security business in DC, giving my all to save my business.
Now, I don't care if I ever step foot back in the capital again.
Brooke wiggles a bit and slides her thigh down over my leg. It's enough of a sensation that I shift, feeling my shaft start to thicken. She's such a little seductress, even in her sleep.
Waves of memories from last night flash through my mind. The sheer relief of admitting our feelings followed by the earthshaking pleasure of loving her with my body, feeling her underneath me, releasing inside her while she quaked with an orgasm around me just about shot me to the fucking moon.
Afterward, when we lay in each other's arms, listening to the sound of our hearts beat to the backdrop of the crickets, I thought, This is it. This is what it means to be really happy. To be right where I belong with the woman who's meant for me.
Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, I smile into her hair, breathing in the faint smell of her lavender shampoo.
If I could wake up like this every day, I'd be the happiest man in the world, and I don't care what kind of changes I have to make to ensure that it happens.
If Brooke tells me she’ll only be happy in Charleston, then that’s where we’ll go. I'll start a new business, do whatever it takes. I just can’t go another day in my life without starting and ending it with her.
My cell starts to buzz frantically on the nightstand.
It can go to voicemail. It can’t be that late, can it? Brocker said he was having a lunch cookout, but I’m sure it will stretch into the afternoon.
Alarm bells go off in the recesses of my mind when Brooke’s phone starts buzzing in her purse.
Something’s not right. I pull away from my sleeping beauty and glance at my phone.
It’s Brocker. The feeling in the pit of my stomach sinks lower.
Snatching Brooke’s purse from the corner where she discarded it last night, I give her a gentle shake on her shoulder.
She blinks awake, sitting up, and I marvel at her luscious, full breasts as they greet the morning with lovely peaked pink tips.
“Fuck,” I growl, wanting nothing more than take those pink tips into my mouth and ease Brooke back down into the blankets so I can have my wicked way with her to start our day. But there’s no time at the moment.
“What’s going on? Is that your phone or mine?” Brooke tucks some hair behind an ear and pulls a sheet up to cover her naked breasts.
“Both. Brocker’s on mine.”
I hand her the purse, and she immediately digs her phone out. “Shit! It’s past nine. I never sleep this late. Aunt Trudy's calling, and she’s never up this early. I never came home last night, she’s probably worried sick.” She answers the phone. “Hi Aunt Trudy, everything okay?
Brooke stands, ripping the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her before walking off into the hallway to talk with her aunt.
I answer the call from Brocker.
