Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
But then, suddenly, he was throwing his weight, rolling me under him, his weight crushing me into the mattress—the most delicious kind of pressure—and his lips were on mine again.
Harder.
Hungrier.
Almost desperate.
My legs slipped around him, heels digging into his lower back, so he was more firmly pressed against me.
His lips slipped down, teasing up my jaw, then down my neck.
A strangled, needy sound escaped me, and I could feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin as he ground his hips down into me, making his cock press me just right, and dragging a ragged moan out of me.
Liking my reaction, he rocked again, making my back arch.
He took the opportunity to move down, his lips slipping between my breasts as his hand moved to slide my straps down, then expose my breasts.
A growl escaped him as he looked down at me, the sound vibrating through my body to land like a physical touch between my thighs.
But then his lips were closing around my nipple, and all there was in the world was the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth working me into a hardened point, then sliding across my chest to continue his mission.
“Brooks,” I whimpered, rocking against him, the need so acute that it was becoming painful. “I need you,” I added, feeling that rumble move through him again at the sound of my words.
“I know you do, baby,” he murmured, making my belly flip-flop at the endearment.
He’d always used cutesy pet names with me.
Honey, sweetie, sweetheart.
Tame stuff that had no double meaning to your best friend’s baby sister.
But baby?
Baby was different.
It sounded precious and important.
But he didn’t reach down, free himself, and surge inside of me like my body was screaming for.
He moved down me, forcing my hold to release, my legs falling wide to the sides, my hands losing the feel of his back.
I almost wanted to object.
But then he was between my thighs, sliding my panties to the side, and running his tongue up my wet cleft, finding the little bud of my desire, and starting to work it in achingly slow circles.
I’d imagined this countless times. Alone in bed with my hand between my thighs, thinking of him there instead.
None of them, not a single fantasy, could live up to the feel of him right then.
I couldn’t have imagined the way he slid his arms under my legs, then gripped my thighs, holding them wide for him. Or the way little rumbling sounds of approval moved through him as he licked and sucked.
My hands skidded down, grabbing his where they were sinking into the flesh of my thighs, holding on as he drove me up.
But slowly.
Almost painfully.
My mewls and whimpers grew to ragged moans as my hips rocked restlessly, as the need for release became a coiled sensation in my core.
Just when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, that I was never going to get to that edge, and free fall over it, his hand slipped out from under mine, and two of his fingers were gliding inside of me.
His groan nearly overpowered my moan as my walls tightened around him, begged for more.
His reaction only intensified the feel of him as his fingers didn’t start to thrust, but instead turned inside of me, gently stroking over my top wall with that delicious, perfect come hither motion that had me squirming and arching, had almost embarrassing whines escape me as he drove me closer and closer.
My body was taut as a bow as he drove me to that edge, leaving me hanging there, breathless, until his fingers stroked just as his lips sucked hard on my clit.
Then I was flying, falling, crashing, breaking apart, my body shaking as the moans escaped me.
My body tried to move away, overwhelmed with the intensity, but Brooks held me tight, working me through it, then slowly bringing me back down.
His lips were pressing sweet kisses to my inner thigh, his fingers still settled inside of me, when there was a door slamming somewhere outside of the room.
And then someone loudly announced, “I brought donuts!”
Somehow, that was what broke the spell.
I could feel it before I even saw it.
The emotional distance for a heart-aching moment.
Then the physical distance as his fingers left me, as he pulled back from me like I’d burned him.
Not just away from me.
Off of the bed.
Turning his back to me.
Reaching for something on his nightstand.
“You have to get to work,” he said.
Then, suddenly, he was gone.
Disappeared out of the hallway.
Leaving me alone to have my biggest fantasy come true slowly turn to something else.
I folded upright, then slid off of the bed, shimmying down my skirt, and yanking my boobs back into the dress.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
A soul-shattering orgasm.
Followed almost immediately by cold dismissal.
My eyes burned, but not nearly as badly as my heart ached, as I slipped into my shoes, then grabbed my bag.