He bent to pick up her gown.
“Thanks.” She slid the pretty dress up her legs and over her body.
He missed the gorgeous view. Cody pulled on his pants while she snatched her underwear and bra from the floor and handed him his shirt, boxers, socks, and tie. She held the dress over her breasts. He dragged on his shirt but didn’t button it, stuffed his tie in his pants pocket, wadded up his remaining clothes, and hooked his fingers in his shoes.
He held his free hand out to her.
She stared down at the carpet where they’d made love, then took his hand.
He’d never come into this office and not think of making love to her. He pulled her close, draped his arm around her shoulder, and turned them to the door. “Come on. It’s late.”
Leaning into him, she glanced up and gave him a shy, inquisitive smile, but she didn’t ask any questions.
He could only guess at what was going through her mind.
She probably wanted assurances and to know what this meant.
He was still working that out in his mind.
But something made him want to make a million promises, because it seemed nothing and everything had changed between them.
They were still friends. But they were also so much more.
Cody stopped outside Brooke’s bedroom door. Thankfully, her mom’s room was on the other side of the house. They didn’t have to worry about being caught half-naked in the hallway. His room was a couple doors down the hall, but he was reluctant to release her and let her go to her bed alone.
He wanted to go into Brooke’s room, lie with her, and hold her for the rest of the night.
Cupping her cheek in his hand, he looked into her beautiful green eyes, the color of grass in spring. “Are you sure you’re okay? You aren’t terribly sore, are you? I could draw you a warm bath to soak.”
She grabbed his belt loops and pulled him into the room with her. As she backed up toward the bed, a mischievous smile graced her face to match the light in her eyes. “I do have this ache. Maybe you could make it better.” She went up on tiptoe and took him back into the fire.
Cody went willingly, slamming the door shut at the last second before she got him too far into the room and to the bed and no return. She smiled sweetly, even though this probably wasn’t a good idea. He needed to be the voice of reason, even though reason quickly left him every time she smiled at him like that. “I don’t want to hurt you, Brooke.”
“You won’t.” She let go of her dress, dropping it to the ground along with the lingerie in her hands. She took his hand, pulled him into her, and pressed her breasts to his bare chest. “Stay. I don’t want this to end. Not yet.”
“God, help me,” he said against her lips, dropped his shoes and the clothes he had in his hand, and grabbed her hips, drawing them to his pulsing erection. Her clever fingers slid down his belly and released his pants. They slid down his legs, and he kicked them off. She shoved his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Free of his clothes, he surprised her and picked her up under her arms and tossed her on the bed. She laughed heartily until he landed on top of her and silenced her giggles with a searing kiss. She shifted, and he remembered the raw spots he’d seen on her back. With his arms circled around her, he rolled them both over the bed until she was on top of him.
She rocked her hips over his hard length and he groaned. He thought he’d take his time and make sure they went slow. She had other ideas. The second she felt him at her opening, she pressed down in a slow, steady motion, sheathing him like a glove. She rose above him and rocked her body over his. Soft light filtered through the window sheers, allowing him to watch the pleasure come over her in a beautifully erotic display.
He guided her with his hands gripped on her slender hips, then reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, tugging on her nipples with his fingers, bringing out a soft moan as she arched into him. “That’s it, baby, do whatever feels good.”
With her head tilted up, her dark hair spilling down her back, she was lovely riding him.
The longer he watched, the more turned on he got. Her passion spilled over into his as they moved together, and waves of pleasure crashed over them until her body tensed and convulsed around his hard cock. He spilled himself deep inside her. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Her lips pressed to his throat as his heart thundered. He hadn’t thought they could reach the heights they’d reached the first time they’d made love.
He was so wrong.
Wrapped in her arms, Cody held Brooke close, and they both settled into sleep locked together.
Nearly out, he heard her softly whisper. “Don’t let go.”
His last thought was his only thought as he held her tighter.
Never.
Chapter Twenty
Brooke scrunched her nose, then swiped her finger against the tip where it tickled and snuggled back into her pillow. Something tickled her nose again and a husky, masculine chuckle made her eyes fly open.
