“Because I’m that good.”
Pink blooms over Brooks’s cheeks. Ice sticks to his eyebrows as a smile graces his beautiful mouth.
I can’t help myself. I lean over him and press a warm kiss to his cold lips. They fit perfectly in mine. Like Brooks’s mouth was made for kissing me and only me.
“What was that for?” he whispers, breath hot against my own mouth.
I smile down at him. “Because I can.”
“I like that you can.”
Brooks pushes off the ground to kiss me again. It’s chaste. Nothing like the ones we shared the other night.
There’s a buzzing of energy between the two of us. Something that is new and different. This time, when Brooks pulls back, I see the blatant need in his eyes.
It’s how I feel around him all the time. I can no longer resist this man.
“You said something about getting off fast?” I nip at his jaw.
“I’d prefer it if we got off slowly.”
“Then let’s get home fast so we can take it as slow as we want. Preferably several times.”
Brooks’s answering smile is all I need to light the fire under my ass.
I can’t wait to take this slow with him.
Chapter Twelve
CHARLIE
A LOT OF PRACTICE
Idon’t know if I’ve ever been so on edge in my life. I like sex. I always have. It was always fun with the guys I dated.
But now, as I’m standing in my room waiting for Brooks to let Comet out, I don’t know if I can contain the naked desire that is coursing through me.
Desire for Brooks. Because after years of wanting, yearning for this man, he will finally be in my bed.
The front door closing echoes through the house as I hear Brooks give Comet a bone to keep him busy. The soft sound of his footfalls coming closer to my door amps up my desire even more.
The drive home felt endless. By the time Brooks walks into my room and closes the door, I’m crowding him against it and pressing my lips to his.
Hungry. Hard. Heated.
Fisting Brooks’s sweater in my hands, I thrust my leg between his and feel him start to grind down on me.
“Fuck, Charlie.”
I nibble my way down his jaw. Brooks’s cock is already hard against my leg as I smile into his neck.
Because I’m making him feel that way.Me.Charlie.
It’s like every star I ever wished upon—where Brooks and I were together in some alternate universe—is exploding and making this happen.
“You like that?”
“Good. So fucking good,” Brooks moans.
