He kisses the top of my head, and I relax against him. I no longer have to do life on my own, and while that scares the heck out of me, there’s no place I’d rather be than in Joel’s arms.
24
JOEL
Brooke slumps against me and lets out a little sigh. All the tension from the past few weeks eases out of my shoulders. I asked her to stay, and she said yes. I want to shout it from the rooftops, I want to get down on one knee, I want to let everyone know she’s mine.
But I moved too fast once. I’ll be content with a promise to stay, for now.
As I hold her in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine, her feminine scent surrounding me, my body fills with a different kind of tension. I came around here with only one thing on my mind; to get Brooke to stay, but as she presses her hips against me, something else springs to mind and to life.
My hand slides down her back to cup her bottom. Brooke moves slightly and presses her hips to me. I’m instantly hard, and the friction through the layers of clothing is exquisite torture.
She tilts her head back, and my gaze darts to her lips.
“Can I kiss you now?”
She smiles shyly and grinds her hips against me. There’s nothing shy about the movements her body is making, and I’m overwhelmed by the need I have for her.
My lips press to hers in a slow, sensual kiss. She tastes like chamomile tea and pizza sauce.
“I missed kissing you,” I whisper.
The kiss deepens, and my hand slides up her back to clasp the back of her head and tangle in her hair.
“And I missed your hair.” I run a strand of golden hair through my fingers.
My hand slides down her hips and between her legs. I cup her mound, and she gasps. “And I missed this.”
She pushes against my palm, and she’s hot even through her skirt. Brooke gasps and her head tilts backward, showing her long neck. I kiss the skin there as I move my palm over her sensitive places.
Brooke jerks at my touch, and her eyes widen with desire. My lips explore her throat and her lips, and with every contact, I feel closer to her.
I want to make her mine, to possess her, but first, I want to make her feel good.
I slide one hand down her legs until I reach the bottom of her skirt. The fabric is loose and floaty, and I grasp it in my fist and pull it up, letting my knuckles trail over her bare legs. The skin of her thighs is hot as my fingers graze over it.
“Is this okay?”
My knuckles graze the fabric of her panties and come away wet.
“Yes.” Her voice is husky. “This is more than okay.”
My lips crash into hers, and I spin her around so her back is pushed up against the kitchen counter. I tug her skirt over her hips, and with our lips still locked, I push her thighs apart and slide my hand between them.
Sticky heat meets my hand, and Brooke groans.
“You like that?”
Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are wide with desire. Our eyes lock as I slide aside the edge of her panties and slip a thick finger inside her. Brooke’s eyes widen even more as her pussy sucks at my finger. I feel her soft walls clenching me all the way to my dick and let out a groan.
I long to be inside her, but I won’t rush this. It feels too precious, too intimate to rush. Also, I want to taste Brooke. I want to feel her writhe on my tongue.
I slide my finger out of her, and she gives a disappointed whimper.
“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping.”
I slip my fingers into the top of her panties and pull them down her legs and off her feet. My hands go either side of her hips, and I lift her onto the kitchen counter.
