“Are you saying you don’t have any STIs?”
I nod. “Exactly.”
His hands roam down my chest, over my torso, and to my hips. A playful smirk touches his lips. “Are you wanting to ask me something, Dr. Van?”
I fight the blush creeping up my neck, but you can’t really control things like that. He notices because he gives me a raised brow as if to saydon’t be embarrassed.
“If you’re wondering, and you have every right to ask,” he says, “I have blood work constantly. And I don’t have any STIs either.”
“Great. But that’s, you know, only partly where I was going …”
“Ask me.”
“You already know, I think,” I say, touching his lips with my fingertip.
“I do. But you’re going to ask me.”
I drop my hand. “Brooks …”
“You’re going to ask me forexactlywhat you want. In explicit detail.” He urges my hips to move as he flexes against me. “Own your pleasure. It’s nothing to be bashful about.” He takes a breath. “Ask. Me. For. What. You. Want. After all, that’s what this is about, isn’t it? You being bold?”
My breath is shaky as I pull it in, trying to look away from him. But he holds my face in his hands and forces me to look him in the eye.
“I don’t want you to use a condom,” I say, swallowing past a lump in my throat.
His eyes pierce mine, burning so hot that I nearly combust. “Say the rest.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Tell me you want fucked without a condom.”
I squirm, but he doesn’t let me get away.
My skin feels too small for my body. Every touch is too electric, every scent too strong. I’m overstimulated and undersexed, and the protests in my head are far too loud.
“Tell me,” he says, his voice rising.
“I want you to fuck me without a condom—ah!”
His mouth crashes against mine, our tongues finding one another without pause. One hand cradles the back of my head, his fingers winding through my hair, while his other arm wraps around me, pulling me so close to him that not even a speck of dust could get between us.
I melt against him, trusting him to lead me wherever I should go. And as soon as I do, a weight falls from my shoulders and rolls across the floor.This is what it’s like to be taken … I get it now. And he’s not even inside me yet.
Brooks holds me tight, his mouth moving over mine like I’m an oasis in the desert. Each kiss is intentional and personal.Possessive. He takes his time as if he’s memorizing me, and it’s intoxicating.
He pulls me harder into him and stands in one fluid motion.
“What’s happening?” I ask, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning back. I’m puzzled at the look on his face—one of amusement and danger.
“You’ll see.”
Something about that scares me. “I don’t like that answer.”
“Oh, but you will.” He chuckles as he carries me across the room. “Trust me.”
“I trusted you about a minute ago, but it’s funny how quickly trust can be lost.”
His chuckle switches to a full-belly laugh. “I guess I’m going to have to rebuild it then.”
