CHAPTER FORTY
The Apartment
Brooks brushed a kiss to my bare shoulder. I smiled into the pillow. “Bye. Have a good day at work.”
He kissed my shoulder again. “You’re coming to the ranch with me today.”
“No way,” I mumbled. “It’s still dark out.”
“Muddy made me swear I’d bring you. She promised a home-cooked breakfast.”
With a groan, I rolled over, the covers falling off my breasts.
He reached out to cup one, his thumb stroking across my nipple. I shivered at his touch.
“Come back to bed,” I purred, spreading my legs.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “If I do, we’ll be late.”
“I need you,” I begged.
With a groan, he released my nipple. “I can’t say no to you.”
“That’s the idea.” I eagerly reached for him.
The throbbing between my legs pulsed rapidly with need. And when Brooks slid inside me, he moaned.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed, his lips finding mine.
His fingers glided between our bodies, and I arched my back, wanting to be closer, wanting more of him.
Soon, far too soon, I clenched around him, my release crashing through my body.
He gripped the back of my neck as he thrust into me, over and over before he came.
Panting and sweaty, we separated.
Half an hour later, with wet hair and still in desperate need of caffeine, I collapsed into the passenger seat of Brooks’ truck.
“Rotten,” I muttered.
“You were a morning person not twenty minutes ago,” he said with an amused smile. “What happened?”
“I was getting my rocks off. But I was hoping I could go back to sleep after that.”
He reached over and clasped my thigh with his big hand. “Any second thoughts?”
“About what?” I asked, leaning my head against the seat and closing my eyes.
“About the ring on your finger.”
My thumb stole across the band. “Nope.”
“Good.” He squeezed my thigh and let go. “You gonna call your grandfather today and share the good news?”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The sun had just started to creep up, turning the sky gold and pink.
“That’s a no, then?” he asked.
