“Well, now I’m nervous.” I blushed.
“Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.” He met my gaze. “Trust me, Brooke.”
I shook in his arms but nodded.
I trusted him with everything that I was. In that moment, there was no other answer.
But reality circled us, and this moment would end.
Only I let myself dream of a future that could be, where we wouldn’t part. And as he slid off my clothes, and I lay on his bed, I pretended the world would make sense in the morning. Because I knew this beginning would slowly become an ending, and I did not want to break in his arms.
Chapter Three
Brooke
Leif cupped my cheek, and I swallowed hard, staring up into those blue eyes of his. How could I fall for this man so quickly? We didn’t even know each other, and yet this connection couldn’t stop. It was going to break me when this was over. I knew it, and by the look on his face, he knew it too.
“Let me touch you, Brooke. I know we’re leaving tomorrow. But I don’t want this to be goodbye. Let me touch you.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I tried to blink them back, but one escaped. He used his thumb to brush it away, and my throat tightened.
“I don’t want this to end either. I’ve never felt like this before and yet it all feels so fast. So soon. And yet as soon as we leave this room, the real world will be there for us. There can’t be a future between us, Leif. This has to be just now. We both realize that, don’t we?”
“I know. Just for now. But let me touch you. Please.”
“You don’t have to keep asking. I’m all yours.”
And then he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. He tasted of coffee, and the pain au chocolat that we had shared earlier. I moaned into him, craving him. This was Leif. The man who made me smile, who helped me find the perfect moments at a time I hadn’t expected them. I had never expected Leif Montgomery. And I wasn’t sure I was supposed to.
But this was us, this was this moment. And I did not want it to end. So I let him kiss me, and I kissed him right back.
His hand slid over my hip, squeezing, and I groaned, arching for him. He led me to the bed, both of us taking our time to explore one another. That bittersweet moment of knowing this was going to be the end. That there would be no more touches, no more moments after this. We would snap back to our realities and find futures that didn’t include moments like this. And yet, it was all I could do to just want him. To pretend that this could be more. And yet why did I have to focus so hard on what could be? My entire life was in front of me, moments of choice and exploration. I should lean into this exact moment and just breathe. So I did.
We slowly stripped each other, in no rush. Before it had been hard and fast, as if we knew each moment would take far too long. We needed to put so many memories in a small box, the length of time shortening with each passing breath. But now it was time to savor. To let these moments encapsulate the world that we would be losing.
I had fallen in love with Leif Montgomery. In just a few short moments, my body craved him. My soul desired him. And my heart ached for him.
And there was no coming back from that.
When his hand slid between my legs, cupping me, I sucked in a breath.
“Already wet for me.”
“I swear I always am when you’re around.”
“Is that right?”
With one hand on the back of my neck and his gaze on mine, he slid his middle finger over my slit.
“Now, what do we have here?”
My mouth parted as I gasped, his middle finger entering me slowly. And when he curled that digit just right, my knees nearly buckled.
“There she is. There’s my girl.” His finger rubbed over my G-spot, and then I was coming, calling out his name as my nipples pressed against his chest. He continued to finger-fuck me, taking his time at first, then going faster, harder. It drew out my orgasm, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. And then I found myself on my back, legs spread, with Leif Montgomery kneeling between my legs.
“So pretty and pink. So swollen.” He slid his fingers along my folds again, and I gasped.
“Do you want me to eat out your cunt, pretty Brooke?”
