Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Brooks lowers his forehead to mine. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice low and gritty.
“You never have to ask me that.”
He moves in and presses his lips to mine. It’s a soft press at first, and then he takes it further, his tongue sliding past my lips and gliding against mine. We could be standing here six seconds, six minutes, or six hours, I’m not really sure. I’ve lost all track of time. Nothing exists in this moment but the two of us.
This kiss feels different from all the others before it. I wish I could explain how, but I can’t seem to find the words in my Brooks-induced fog I’ve suddenly found myself in. He slows the kiss and places his forehead back against mine.
“We should get back out there.”
“Yeah,” I agree, but neither one of us make an effort to move.
“How long do we have to stay?” he asks me.
“What?” I pull back so I can see his eyes.
“How long do we have to stay here? I want to kiss you and hold your hand and love on you, and I can’t do that here. When can we leave?”
“I rode with Piper.”
“Damn. All right, well, I guess we should go back to the party.” He kisses me one more time before dropping his hands and stepping away. “You go back first. I need a minute.”
My eyes fall to his scrub pants and the very obvious erection that the thin material does nothing to hide. “I’m sorry.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Baby, never be sorry for making my cock hard. Hell, you do that just by breathing.” He reaches his hand out, and I take it. “That’s just what you do to me, Palmer. I can’t control it, and fuck, I wouldn’t even if I could.”
“There are a lot of things women have to endure that men don’t, but this is one thing we are able to hide well. That’s a bonus in our column.”
“What are you hiding, beautiful?” He steps closer, his hand still holding mine. “Tell me,” he urges.
“I’m wet.”
He growls. “Your pussy’s wet for me?”
He’s asking if it’s him or that loser John. I can hear it in the tone of his voice. “Always. Only you,” I say, giving him the reassurance it seems like he’s searching for.
He pulls me into him, and his hand slides under my sundress. His fingers glide beneath my lace panties, and he groans. “All this is for me?” he asks, running his fingers through my slick folds.
“All. You.” I’m already breathless, which is no surprise. This is always my reaction to him.
He slides one long digit inside me, and I grip his biceps to keep myself upright. “Brooks.”
“Are you aching, baby?”
“You know I am.”
“I’ve got you.” He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me close, shielding me. If anyone were to walk around the house in any direction, it would look like nothing but an intimate embrace. They wouldn’t be able to see that he has his fingers inside me.
I bury my face in his chest and just hold on for the ride. I know I should be worried about being caught, but the only thing I can focus on is him and how he’s making me feel.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers,” he says, his lips next to my ear, keeping his voice soft. “I didn’t drag you to the side of the house for this, but I confess I’m not mad about it. I can’t resist you.” He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me, and the fire begins to burn.
“Brooks.”
“Let go, beautiful. I’m right here to catch you. I’ll always catch you.” He holds me tighter as I explode around him. “Good girl,” he says softly. “I’ve got you, Palmer.” My head is buried in his chest, which thankfully muffles my cries of ecstasy.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” I laugh because, holy shit, that was dangerous.
He places his index finger beneath my chin. “I’d never let anyone see you. You know that, right?” I nod. “You’re fucking beautiful. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are all glassy with desire. I want to push you up against this house and do very dirty things to you.”
“You have to stop before I let you.”
He chuckles as he slowly removes his hand from my panties, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks.
“This will hold me over. For now,” he adds.
“We should probably separate.”
“I’m going around front to slip inside. I have to take care of this.” He nods to his erection.
“You want me to?”
“No. Yes. Fuck, we can’t. We’ve been gone long enough. Can you maybe chill on the front porch? I’ll slip out the back door when I’m done. Give me five minutes, and you can return to the back.”