He closed the distance, put his hands on her bare shoulders, planted a kiss on her forehead, then looked her in the eyes. “I’m all yours. I promise.”
Chapter Twelve
There she is!
He watched Brooke descend the stairs. She looked amazing. He hadn’t been this close to her in weeks. Not since just before Marco and Mindy Sue broke up last month. Six long weeks ago. Now he didn’t have an excuse to hang out with Brooke and their group. He missed their exchanges, when he got up the nerve to talk to her, mostly when she spoke to him first.
His anxiety always got the better of him, damnit.
He blamed Marco for fucking everything up and him not getting to have those too-few moments with Brooke anymore.
Marco had fucked up with Mindy Sue too many times by acting like a jerk in front of her and to her. The girls had rallied around their friend. Marco was already dating someone new. The rest of them still met up when their schedules permitted, but it wasn’t the same without the girls.
Tonight he could be in Brooke’s company and it wouldn’t be odd at all because his family had been invited to many occasions here over the years.
Now if only he could talk to her without stumbling over his words or making a fool of himself.
God, he missed her. He needed her.
He wanted to touch her, to know the feel of her soft skin against his, the taste of her, the way she sounded when she liked all the things he wanted to do to her in bed.
Just thinking about it made him hard as rock.
He’d kind of worn out her panties. Maybe he’d sneak upstairs and steal another pair.
Maybe she’d give him the ones she was wearing right now if he could figure out how to get her alone. He’d kiss her, then slide his hand up that killer dress and between her legs. She’d be wet just from him being near her.
Fuck he was horny.
He pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket, pretended to check his email, and snapped a photograph of her beautiful face. Unable to help himself, he snapped another of her long, golden legs. He saved both pics to hisBrookefolder and tucked the phone back in his pocket before anyone noticed.
Not that anyone would.
One day, he’d be someone. He’d step out from behind his father’s massive shadow and show them they’d underestimated and dismissed him for the last time.
Everyone in the room noticed her though. Who could miss such beauty?
The men’s gazes tracked her every move. Their eyes locked on her curves. His hands fisted at his sides, but let loose when she simply smiled and kept walking, an ethereal glow about her that made everyone notice her and stand back at the same time.
They all noticedit, too. She’d changed over these last many months. Bloomed. That’s the only way he could describe it. She owned her new look and confidence.
Both were sexy as hell.
He followed her, staying to the outskirts of the crowd.
She was the woman for him. He’d be the man for her.
Soon, she’d see how perfect they were for each other.
She’d regret not saying anything to him when he commented on her posts. She’d apologize and tell him that she’d always hoped it was him leaving her messages.
She’d be so happy. They’d be happy together.
Fate fucked him with his family. She owed him big time, and he wanted Brooke.
Brooke would make everything in his life right.
Time to up his game.
