She leaves me alone in the empty cabin, wondering how the hell one woman can make me forget years of training in self-control.
It’s twenty minutes later before the door opens quietly and Brooke appears. She’s framed in the moonlight, her hair like a halo, but her expression is ragged.
“Are you alright?”
She lets out a long sigh. “Madison’s fine.”
My intention was to go to sleep quietly, to do as my daughter asked and keep myself under control. But seeing Brooke, slumped and worn down, triggers something inside me. The day has taken its toll on her, and I can’t let her shoulder it alone.
I cross the cabin and stand before her. My eyes scan her face, and I want to remove all the worry I find there.
To hell with where we are or the students around us. I can no longer fight the feelings I have for Brooke. I close the door behind her and slam the bolt to lock it.
“You don’t look alright.”
Brooke gasps as I slide my arm around her waist. She sags against me, and I tilt her chin up to see her eyes. “What do you need? What can I get you?”
Being this close makes my cock stir to life, and I’m trying to be thoughtful, but what I really want to do is pick up where we left off before we were interrupted.
“You,” she whispers. “I need you.”
My lips crash against hers, and I pull her toward me. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own.
“I want you too, Brooke.”
I murmur the confession into her ear before kissing her neck and the soft skin of her throat. She tilts her head and moans, and the sound sends shock waves straight to my cock.
I’m hard for her, and what was meant to be a kiss and comfort is turning into something more. My daughter’s warning rings through my ears, but it can’t stop this tidal wave of emotion that explodes out of me with every kiss.
This is more than my attraction to her. This is a need to make this woman mine, body and soul.
I walk her backwards until her knees bump against the end of the bed. She grinds her hips against me, and the friction makes my cock ache.
My arm is around her waist, and I pull her onto the bed with me. We go down in a tangle of limbs and hair, and the bed groans beneath us.
I shuffle sideways on the narrow bed so that we face each other. We’re both panting as we gaze at each other in the dim light of the cabin. Desire flickers in her eyes, and there’s a hint of surprise. I wonder if this has taken her breath away the way it has mine. How one kiss has turned into a need so fierce, I’m willing to give into it right here and now.
I run my fingers over her chin and up her soft cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She smiles softly, and her eyes close as she leans into my touch.
I kiss her swollen lips, and this time it’s slower and more sensual as we move together on the bed.
My hand trails down her t-shirt, and I hook it under my thumbs. “Is this okay?”
She lets out a long sigh, “This is perfect.”
I pull her t-shirt over her head and discard it on the floor behind me. Her breasts are luminous orbs breaking out of her white lacy bra. My hands cup her breasts, and my thumbs brush the nipples. She moans, a guttural sound that makes my hunger grow.
I unhook her bra and catch her breasts in my hands. Her nipples are hard peaks, and I press my lips to one.
“Joel,” she moans.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her hands tangle in my hair, and she presses my head to her breasts. “Keep going.”
I taste her nipples, sucking each one into my mouth. She moans and writhes against me as I lick and suck her salty peaks.
