Brooke walks out wearing only my T-shirt.
My heart pounds inside my chest.
She’s so beautiful.
Slowly, she stalks toward me, her gaze on mine and a smile on her lips.
When she reaches the bed, she grabs my hand and pulls me to stand. Then she unbuckles my jeans and tugs them down, taking my boxers with them.
I step out of them. Her eyes widen at the sight of me.
“Dutton,” she says. “Holy shit.”
I grin with pride.
Before she can say another word, I grab her face and kiss her lips, letting my tongue dance with hers as if the last few minutes were far too long to be apart.
Her hand moves to my cock, and just when I think she’s going to stroke it, she drops to her knees.
My heart races, my palms start to sweat, and I just can't stop staring at her. When she looks up at me, I swear, everything in my life changes in that one moment.
I want to give her everything she’s ever wanted in this life, and right now, that means taking what I’ve learned from the books I’ve read with her and putting them to work.
“Well, are you just going to look at it, or are you going to wrap those pretty pink lips around it?”
Her eyes widen, but her smile grows even bigger.
She takes my cock in her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
The pressure is just enough to jerk my entire body toward her.
Fuck. She’s going to kill me with her touch.
Slowly, her hand starts to pump from the tip to the base.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Her lips wrap around the tip and she takes me deeper into her mouth. I groan, trying to think of something besides coming, because I swear to God, one more second of this and I’ll be coating her face with—no, fuck, don’t think about that.
“Jesus, Books, that feels fucking amazing.”
She moans, and the vibration of her mouth on my cock makes me pull out of her perfect lips and yank her up.
I spin her quickly and then walk her toward the wall, pressing her against it.
My hands reach for the hem of her shirt and begin to bunch it up until her beautiful round ass is visible.
“Are you not wearing any panties?” I ask firmly. You’ve got to be kidding me. She’s wearing my goddamn shirt and she’sbarefor me.
Fuuuuuck.
“I was hoping …” Her words trail off as one of my hands cups her butt, running over the globe to the underside, then swooping fingers over the back of her thigh until they stop between her legs.
I swipe one solo digit against her pussy, and her knees buckle.
“Shit, Dutton,” she says. “Do that again.”
