Warmth curled through my lower belly.
I sighed in relaxation.
I wriggled back against him.
“Brooks,” I whispered.
He brushed his lips against my ear. “Hmm?”
“I want more. I need you . . .”
“What do you need, Freckles?”
“Inside me.”
“You’re not too sore?”
I shook my head.
He pulled back, taking his warmth and touch with him. Brooks climbed out of bed and strode completely naked to the bathroom and returned with a towel.
I shoved the covers off me and lifted my bottom. He slid the towel beneath me and then climbed back into bed. I wiggled my panties off and dropped them onto the floor, shoving them beneath the bed and out of sight.
Brooks rolled me onto my back and braced himself on his elbows. His kisses were tender, sweet.
I grasped his head and plowed my fingers through his hair.
“Kiss me for real, Brooks,” I rasped.
His tongue slid into my mouth as he pressed his erection against my cleft.
My legs spread open, seemingly of their own volition.
The crown of him teased my waiting body.
“I should get a condom,” he whispered against my lips. “Otherwise, we’ll have a repeat of the other night.”
“Of all the times we can be a little reckless,” I said. “It’s now.”
He framed my face with his hands. “You sure?”
I nodded.
The tip of him slid into me. Gentle. Slow. And then he slipped in all the way.
I gasped.
“Fuck. Am I hurting you?” His amber eyes were full of concern.
“No. Feels . . . good.”
Brooks didn’t move for a moment, and I felt him swelling bigger.
And then he began to thrust.
Our eyes were locked on one another.
The pleasure from his hands was nothing compared to now.
