I moaned when he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me, preparing me, teasing me just to the point of bliss before he pulled back.
“Brooks, please.”
He nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance, his eyes locked onto mine.
“We’re coming together, baby.” His voice wasn’t just rough—it was reverent. He pressed forward, pushing into me inch by inch, his low groan vibrating through me.
I wanted to memorize that sound.
“Fuck, tighten your legs around me.”
I did.
He slid his arm around my back, lifting me into him, holding me so close, so tight, like he was afraid I would disappear. His hips moved in slow, torturous thrusts, stretching me, filling me, dragging me to the edge before pulling me back.
No one had ever made love to me before. Not like this. Never this slow. Never this deep.
I dug my nails into his back as he lifted my hips, hitting just the right spot.
“Brooks!”
“Scream my name, baby,” he rasped, his muscles tensing under my hands. He was holding back, savoring this, savoring me.
And for the first time, I didn’t want fast, hard, or rough. I wanted this. A connection. Something real.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
His face softened, something flickering in his eyes, something deep and raw. He kissed me—slow, lingering, full of all the words we hadn’t said yet.
He picked up his pace, our bodies moving in sync, together, building something bigger than both of us.
“Mitch… Fuck!”
His body tensed, his release hitting him hard, and I followed, my climax crashing through me, leaving me boneless beneath him.
He pressed a kiss to my damp skin, resting his forehead against mine.
“Never like this with anyone but you.” His voice was hoarse, wrecked, full of truth.
“I know.” I kissed his jaw, his cheek, his chest. “I know.”
His arms tightened around me, and for a moment, we just stayed like that.
When he finally moved, he didn’t go far, pulling me into the bathroom, drawing the bath like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He helped me in first, sliding in behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his lips brushing the back of my neck.
We sat there in silence, the heat of the water soaking away the last traces of everything bad.
Brooks ran his fingers up and down my arms, slow, lazy strokes, over my collarbone, my shoulders, like he was mapping me out, committing me to memory.
The sex was incredible, but this?
This meant more.
And because of the way I felt in his arms, because of the way he felt like home, I had to be the first to say it. There had to be a moment in life when everything shifted, when the past finally let go of its hold and the future took its rightful place. This was mine.
I turned my head slightly, feeling the warmth of Brooks’ breath against my damp skin. His arms wrapped around me like a promise, like a vow, and for the first time in my life, I believed someone would actually keep one.
