Brooks licked me clean, slow and unhurried, like he was savoring the taste of me. When he finally pulled away, his chin glistened, his mouth curved into a self-satisfied smirk. “I could watch you come every day of my life.”
That did something strange to my chest.
Heat climbed my throat, but I was too blissed-out to care that he could see my blush. “It’d go to your head.”
He chuckled, eyes still locked onto me like he was memorizing every detail. “Your muscles feel relaxed now?”
“God, yes.” I groaned, my limbs heavy and boneless. “Like noodles. My legs are like… cooked pasta noodles.”
What the fuck am I saying?
The words left my mouth before my brain caught up, but Brooks just grinned, like I had somehow amused the shit out of him.
“My pulse is still vibrating through my whole body,” I admitted, pressing my palm to my chest like I could physically slow it down.
Brooks ran his hands up my thighs, grabbing my discarded panties, then slid them into his pocket before kissing me.
He smoothed my dress back down and leaned back, fully clothed, fully put together, like no one would ever suspect what he’d just done to me.
“No one would have any idea I’ve got your panties in my pocket like a badge of honor.” His voice was deep, laced with satisfaction. “You still look gorgeous.”
And then he did it again.
Gave me that look.
Like he was seeing through me, through all my walls, through all the barriers I kept firmly in place.
That look was the reason I had rules.
So I winked, needing to lighten the moment before it swallowed me whole. “Get your fill, hot stuff, because tonight I’m all yours.”
His expression didn’t change. But something in his voice did. “So you said.”
There was something hidden beneath those words—something I couldn’t quite place.
Before I could figure it out, he pulled open a cooler, revealing a second bottle of champagne.
“I didn’t tell you, but I brought another one.”
“Oh, fun!” I grinned, already eyeing the very obvious problem in his pants. “I think a little champagne and a blowjob would be the perfect ending to this limo ride.”
“Nope.”
He popped the cork effortlessly, barely even looking at it. Of course he had the skill down perfectly.
I frowned. “Uh, I want to take care of your situation there.”
“I know,” he gritted out, taking a long swig of the bottle. “But I’d rather wait until after the wedding. That way we can spend all night with my cock in various parts of you.”
Christ.
I shivered. Turned on all over again.
I didn’t push. Not yet.
But something about his mood had shifted, and it nagged at me.
Brooks had always been smooth, always been the kind of guy who took what he wanted without hesitation. But right now? He was holding back.
