We’ve done that.
And I meant what I said about moving forward.
So I blink back the tears and snuggle closer. “I think there’s another thing you’re forgetting about.”
“There is?”
“Did you or did you not make it clear to Jace that he should get over himself and keep Marie forever?”
He stills then his chuckle ruffles through my hair. “There may have been just a modicum of ass-kicking.”
I giggle. “Ass kicking? Or his head being removed from said ass?”
Another chuckle. “Either. Both.”
“I thought so.” I shift a little closer then barely hold back a gasp when he hitches my leg over his hip, draws me flush against him. “Marie seems to think you played a bit more than matchmaker.”
“Eh”—his hand slides down my back—“I think Jean-Michel had as much of a hand in it as I did.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“It does seem like he manages to be everywhere—or at least has sources everywhere.”
It does seem to be that way. Although…
“Maybe it’s really Pascal who’s behind it all.”
A laugh. “Probably. The mandoesdisappear into shadows.”
“How does he do that?”
“No clue.” Brooks nuzzles at my jaw. “Though, you’re the one who snuck into our supposedly secure house without being seen. I think you might have the melting into shadows thing down pat.”
“I had inside information from living there.”
“Maybe.” A beat. “Or maybe you’re just damned impressive.”
I feel my cheeks get hot, but before I can demure, can point out that I just did what I had to, same as him, he kisses me.
It’s not the kiss I expect.
Instead of being hot and wet and deep—I mean, my leg is wrapped around him, the hard length of his erection pressing into me—it’s gentle and sweet, so damned sweet it has my eyes prickling with tears again.
I slide my hands into his hair, lips parting, tongue slipping into his mouth. “More,” I whisper.
He goes still. “We don’t have to rush, baby. We can take our?—”
“More,” I demand against his lips, fingers tightening in his hair.
He groans and suddenly, I’m on my back, his hard body pressed into mine, his eyes molten, and his body?—
“Oh!” I gasp when he rocks his erection against me.
His mouth hitches up. Then he’s kissing me again, his hand slipping under my tank top, skating up along my side. I can feel him trying to throttle his need, to stay in control.
But I don’t want him in control.
I just want Brooks.
