“And…I definitely won’t accuse you of telling me how to raise my child, because I need help. What do I say to her?” I needed advice, and I had always been told to never turn away help.
“Nothing. Say nothing. But, just trust me when I say you need to calm down. There is no way on God’s green earth she will come to you with sex talk. Thankfully you guys have me for that for the next eight months.”
I rested my head on the wall and sighed. I was truly grateful to hear that, but I felt bad.
“I don’t want her to burden you.”
She laughed. “Like I said, she’s my friend.”
“You’re being serious. You’re actually being serious.”
She nodded. “I liked her well before I liked you, and you’re still climbing the ladder of forgiveness.”
I smiled at that. “But you like me,” I pointed out, definitely not missing that beat.
“Hmmm. I love your body,” she cooed seductively, giving me a purely sexual, sinful look, andfuckmy cock stirred.
“What if I said I loved your body too?”
“It would mean nothing because I already knew that.”
I picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it around my finger.
I wanted her, badly. I wanted her right now. I wanted to finish what we’d started, wanted to pick up where we’d left off.
My hands were dangerously close to her breasts and went straight there, over the swell of her right breast, and I couldn’t help but run my finger over the hard nub of her nipple. I could feel it straining against the sheer fabric of her bra.
“Ryan, we…”
“I know, we can’t. I just want to feel you.”
We moved toward each other at the same time for a hungry kiss. The taste of her filled me with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
I squeezed her breasts, both of them, and slipped my hand through the opening at the top button of her shirt and under her bra to get a good feel.
We were in my office, on the other side of the house. Chances were we could get away with whatever we wanted to in here without Aria hearing us, but I didn’t want to take the risk, though I did want to enjoy Brooke properly.
With great reluctance, I moved my hand away and stopped kissing her, but I stayed close to her lips.
“Go out with me tomorrow night.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
She giggled against my lips. “Dinner.”
“Okay.”
“Ryan.” She looked up and gazed into my eyes.
“Yes, Brooke?”
“I want the rebel I saw earlier.”
I knew what she meant. The rebel—that was me, the daring guy I used to be.
“Assuming rebel mode.” The rebel I was kissed her again, pressing her close to me so I could feel every inch of her.
Tomorrow was Friday.
It was the first time in a long time that I was looking forward to one.
