The world blurred. Stairs, hallway, the faint scent of his laundry detergent—competent men were my kink—and then, we outside his bedroom.
“You good with this?” he asked, his forehead brushing mine.
My pulse stuttered, heat pooling low in my belly. The fact that he still felt the need to ask while my heat was soaking my panties made me ache. I didn’t deserve this man or his reverence.
I dragged my mouth across his jaw, nipping the edge of his beard. “More than okay.”
He kicked the door open wide and laid me back on the bed with reverence that contrasted the hungry way his lips trailed down my neck.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he came over me, bracing one forearm beside my head while the other slid upmy thigh. His mouth was everywhere—along my jaw, down the curve of my neck, across the swells of my tits—each kiss harder and hungrier than the last.
“Fuck, kitten,” he rasped against my skin, the scrape of his beard sending a shiver down my spine. “I want you so bad.”
“How do you want me?” I purred.
“Naked,” he said between kisses. “Under me.”Kiss.“Over me.”Kiss.“Riding my fucking face.”
“I pick D, all of the above.”
His rumble of laughter felt like an electric bolt straight to the clit. Better than any vibrator I’d ever had.
“Clothes on or off?” he asked, voice low. His thumb traced the waistband of my leggings, patient even as his eyes darkened with need.
“Off,” I breathed.
“Everything?” His lips ghosted over mine, brushing the words against my mouth like he was spelling out every fucking letter. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”
“Good,” I whispered back, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “I don’t want you to.”
His grin turned feral. “Careful, kitten. I’m gonna hold you to that.”
A shiver rattled down my spine when his fingers slipped beneath the lace edge of my panties, finding me wet and aching. He groaned with approval and claimed my lips again, swallowing my moan as his fingers started a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me arching off the bed.
It was like his fingers had been made for this, for playing my body like it were a piano made solely for him. They worked over my clit, rubbing circles just hard enough to have my eyes rolling back in my head. I was already close to coming a second time today, and that was the biggest surprise of all.
Well, maybe the second biggest; letting Brooks diddle me in the doctor’s office definitely took the cake.
What was it about this man and his magical fucking fingers?
“Off,” he ordered, voice like gravel.
His hands were already at my hips, hooking my leggings and panties down my thighs before I could breathe a reply. He kissed a path after them, hot mouth dragging along sensitive skin, leaving me trembling before he even got where I needed him.
By the time he settled between my legs, I was clutching fistfuls of sheets, desperate and shaking. He looked up at me once—just once, pupils blown wide—before lowering his head and sealing his mouth over me.
The first stroke of his tongue tore a cry from my throat. I hummed deep when he licked up the length of my sex. Slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second, every taste. Then faster, deeper, lips and tongue working me over with precision that made my toes curl.
A moan slipped past my lips, my vision darkening.
“God,you’re good at that,” I cried, seeing stars when he nipped my clit.
He laughed, and the vibrations sent me skyrocketing.
“That’s it, kitten,” he growled. “Fuck me back. Take what you need.”
“Brooks.”
Had his mouth always been this dirty? I didn't think so. Then again, it was hard to think about anything other than how his tongue felt when he dragged it through my folds and pressed inside.
