“I was waiting for you.” My smile quivered. “Waiting for you to make me feel safe and secure. And so out of my mind with desire that I didn’t stop you from sliding into me without a condom.”
“I didn’t slide into you. You took it upon yourself, remember?”
He gently grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought my face close to his for a hot, searing kiss.
“We’ve got a problem, though,” he said when he pulled back.
I nodded. “I know. I’m not on birth control and we didn’t use a?—”
“Not that,” he interrupted.
“What then?”
“I warned you about me.”
I frowned in confusion. “Warned me?”
“About my quirks.”
“Your obsessive tendencies, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Not following.”
“I made you mine, Freckles.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “And I don’t think you’re prepared for what that really means.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Apartment
We finished washing and then climbed out of the tub. My body was sore and tired, but my mind was crackling with thoughts.
Wrapped in a towel, I padded my way out of the bathroom. The bed was a mess, and the remains of my virginity an obvious display on the fitted sheet.
I was in the middle of pulling off the linen when Brooks came out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist.
“Wait and I’ll help you remake the bed,” he said.
Blushing, I turned away from him and went to the dresser.
“You’re not seriously embarrassed right now,” he said with amusement.
“Maybe I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m twenty-three years old and I just—for the first time—and it’s all on those sheets.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Freckles,” he said softly. “Glad you waited for me.”
I met his gaze and felt a different heat seeping into my body.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said gruffly.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to take you to bed again.”
