His eyes close and then he’s sliding into me, stretching me in the best possible way.
He shudders, and I can’t help but break the kiss, my head dropping back, my legs tightening around him.
A groan vibrates through him when he bottoms out and I hold still for a second, just sitting in the way he’s possessing me so completely.
“Okay?” he grits out, the question barely discernible.
I nod, demand, “More.”
He takes me at my word—pulling back, thrusting in—and it takes all of two seconds for it to feel like someone has set me on fire. I was already close, already hovering on the edge of an orgasm, but the way he moves has my control fracturing.
I dig my nails into his back, match his strokes.
They’re hurried and hard, hitting a spot deep inside me that drives me insane.
“Brooks!” I cry, feeling it coming, knowing it’s going to be big.
Big.
So big it may incinerate me.
But that’s okay.
Because he’s right there with me.
“Come for me, baby,” he groans, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Now, Raindrop. I need you to come for me.”
I lift my hips, meeting those hard thrusts, grinding my clit against him.
And it’s right there.
And, oh fuck, it’s intense, so big it drags me under, that pleasure exploding through me.
He calls my name, his strokes going wild, and he absolutely pounds into me as I come and come andcome.
I collapse back to the mattress, limbs numb, vision hazy—and completely obliterated by the orgasm he just gave me.
But even as I float through that cloud of pleasure, I’m aware of Brooks holding me, touching me…
Loving me.
And I’m determined to love him right back.
Forever.
THIRTY-NINE
BROOKS
I lookat the report and sigh. “What do you think?”
Pascal looks as frustrated as I feel. “IthinkI wish we had more, but we’re not getting anywhere.”
Damn.
He’s not wrong—as fucking much as that pisses me off.
It’s been almost two months since I brought Briar back to my apartment and we’re not getting anywhere with the investigation. Every time we tease a lead loose, think we’ve found the location of the people who were hurting Briar, who were fucking with our businesses, it doesn’t pan out. Hell, I’d even take a criminal connection to the Lyon family, something concrete and not just rumor or general knowledge.
