“I need to tell you something,” I say. She looks at me, one eyebrow raised. “I won’t be there tomorrow.”
Now her other eyebrow raises.
“Oh,” she says, her eyes dropping. Then she forces a smile and waves her hand. “No problem. I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will,” I say. “But I made sure that Julian and Keaton will be there to meet you afterward. You also have their numbers in case anything gets weird while you’re in there. They’ve both cleared their afternoons, so they will be fully on standby. I’ll be waiting to hear too.”
She looks back at me, nodding.
“Where…where do you have to go?” she asks, and I can tell that she’s unsure about showing too much concern.
“My dad is sending me to cover for him at our Boston office tomorrow. Some meeting that he’s missing so he can be at the interview.” She nods, her eyes flashing out her window. I reach across the space and give her hand a squeeze. “You are going to be great. And if you need me, I’ll be one call away.”
She smiles and nods again, and I feel her fingers lift gently beneath mine, giving my palm the smallest stroke. She’s quiet for the rest of the ride, and I tell Eddie to park on the side of her building so I can walk her up.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says. “I know you can’t be spotted.” I smile.
“I don’t think anyone is going to spot me sneaking into a random apartment building,” I tell her. She nods and slides out of the car, still solemn. I follow her up the stairs, trying not to ogle at her perfect ass the whole way. When she unlocks her door, she turns to me.
“Brooks, I…” she starts to say, but she bites her lip.
Fuck.She’s scared. I fucking hate this.
I step toward her and run my hand down her arm, taking hers in mine.
“Hey,” I whisper. Her eyes flick up to me, and I can’t help myself. I take her face in my hands, stroke her jaw with my thumb, and then take her mouth with mine. She jumps slightly, and I reach behind her and nudge her door open, pushing us inside and closing it.
The tiniest moan escapes her lips, and my dick twitches.
She’s staring up at me, and now there’s a little fire in her eyes. The same fire that was there the day she put me in my place in front of my brothers.
I love when she does that.
I press my forehead to hers, willing myself not to go any further.
Don’t fuck with her, Brooks.
I go to take a step back, but I feel her hand wrap around the back of my neck, her fingers playing in my hair. She pulls me into her again, this time pressing up on her toes to kiss me harder, fuller.
I let my hands fall to her hips, rubbing and squeezing her gently before I slide my lips to her cheek, jaw, and neck.
“Don’t be scared, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the wall behind her, and all I want is to make every racing thought she’s having cease to exist. I want to be the only thing her brain conjures up. I want to be all-consuming to her, and in this moment, I don’t give a fuck how selfish that sounds.
I shift down to my knees, and her eyes snap open again.
“Ah-ah,” I tell her. “Close them for a minute.”
Her chest is heaving with heavy breaths as she looks down to me, but she finally obeys. I reach up and unzip her jeans, tugging them down gently. I feel her hold her breath, but I keep moving slowly, watching carefully for any sign that she wants me to stop.
But it never comes.
She has on silky pale-pink panties, and my tongue juts out to wet my lips at the sight of them. I want her so fucking bad. I loop my thumb around the straps and tug them down gently, exposing the most perfect fucking pussy.
She bites her lip as her fingers clutch onto my shirt, but her eyes are still closed.
I move closer, letting my breath settle on her flesh, sending goosebumps rippling down her legs. I grab tight to her hips, tilting her out toward me, and then I let my tongue graze her.
