I walked to him.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, a tender comfort as my heart started beating wildly, wanting to fly from my chest.
He slid his arms beneath me and carried me, bride style, back to the bed. He lay me down in the center and covered me with his body again.
His skin was warm and perfect. And such a contrast to mine. He was hard where I was soft. He was muscled where I was curved.
My legs fell open and he pressed against me.
He groaned in pleasure.
And then I reached for him again. His lips met mine in a searing, drugging kiss that spun my head and robbed me of thought.
Primal, desperate instinct took over.
Brooks’ hand slid between our bodies, his fingers sifting through the damp curls shielding me.
“God, you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I mewled, my hands pressing to his shoulders as I lifted my body up, searching, searching desperately for him.
He removed his fingers and I pulled him against me, not wanting any space, not wanting anything between us.
The tip of him grazed against me and I shuddered in pleasure.
He did it again and his tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm that his body wanted to follow.
There was no thought, no stopping.
“Poet, wait,” he whispered, “let me just get?—”
I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep him where I wanted him. And then I grabbed his ass in my hands, lifted myself up, and he slid all the way inside me.
My body jerked and a cry tore from my lips.
Brooks pulled back to stare down at me, his face awash with shock as his eyes drifted to the spot we were joined.
“Poet are you?—”
“Not anymore,” I gasped.
It burned and pinched and the pain spread through my lower belly.
“Brooks,” I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes and cascading down my temples.
“I know, baby. It’ll pass in a moment.” He stole my lips in another kiss, keeping himself completely still.
My body softened and the pain ebbed. I wiggled against him.
“Don’t,” he gasped against my mouth. “Just give it a moment.”
But I didn’t listen.
I wriggled underneath him again, silently begging for something I couldn’t describe.
But Brooks knew what I needed because when he started to rock into me; sparks of pleasure crackled between my legs.
He slid his hand to my outer thigh, gripping it.
