“Why didn’t you just say so?”
She laughed. “I thought I did.”
“Men are dense sometimes. You have to be clearer.”
“In that case, you want to go to bed, Agent Zimmerman?”
“Um, yes, I do. I want that more than anything.”
They walked into her apartment ten minutes later, dropping their bags inside the door and turning toward each other in a move that would’ve seemed choreographed if anyone else had seen it. But with both her roommates at work, they had the place to themselves.
“Hi,” he said, smiling as he kissed her.
“How’s it going?”
“Much better now that we know my love’s baby brother is safe.”
“Thank you for being my rock.”
“I was where I always want to be—with you.” As he kissed her, he hooked an arm around her waist to lift her and walk toward her bedroom. With her still suspended, he kicked the door closed and lowered her to the bed, coming down on top of her without missing a beat in the kiss of all kisses.
She’d been too distracted and upset to do more than hold hands with him for days, and they had time to make up for now that the crisis had passed.
“That was very sexy,” she whispered against his lips.
“What was?”
“The lift, the carry, the door kick, the bed landing. Smoothly executed. A ten out of ten.”
“You liked that, huh?”
“I like you. So, so, so much.”
“That’s a whole lotta like, baby.”
“So much like and even more love.”
“Right back at you.”
He multitasked kissing and undressing them both while she helped where she could, tugging his shirt over his head and running her hands over his smooth, warm skin and making him tremble. She loved the way he reacted to her, how he never made her feel anything other than well and truly loved.
So many of her friends were dating guys who had them constantly in distress as they tried to interpret the unsavory word or action of the moment. Brooke never felt that way with Nate, probably because he was a grown-ass man and not a boy pretending to be a man like so many of the guys they knew at college.
He also knew what he was doing in bed, which she’d heard was another thing her friends found lacking. That certainly wasn’t a problem with Nate.
With her breasts pressed to the soft hair on his chest, she shuddered with the desire that still took her by surprise despite the many times they’d done this since the first time. Once she’d had a taste of the pleasure she found with him, she couldn’t get enough. And after she’d feared she might never be able to enjoy sex after being violently attacked, it’d been such a relief to discover otherwise. But only with Nate, the love of her life. As he kissed her breasts and teased her nipples until she was wriggling under him, she couldn’t imagine sharing this kind of intimacy with anyone else.
“I’m obsessed with your soft skin, your sweet breasts, your curves, your face, your silky dark hair and stunning blue eyes, your freckles.” He dabbed his tongue against a mole next to her belly button. “I love everything about you.”
Brooke grasped handfuls of his thick hair as he moved down to part her thighs and love her with his tongue as his fingers slid inside her. The combination always did it for her, and this time was no different. He was also really good at keeping it going until she was almost begging him to let her take a breath.
When he’d reduced her to a quivering mess, he kissed his way back up her body, stopping to give each breast the full treatment as he sank into her, filling her in one deep thrust that sparked a second wave of ecstasy. There was simply no other word for what she felt when she was with him this way.
“Mmm, hottest thing I’ve ever felt is you squeezing me so tightly from inside,” he whispered. “It’s all I can do not to explode when that happens.”
“Don’t let me stop you from exploding,” she said with a smile.
“Not yet. I want one more from you first.”
