Page 78 of Hard to Take

“If you’re ready for round two?—”

“I meant for my sore feet.” I laugh.

His hands slide down to my feet and he caresses them, pressing his thumb into my arch. My head twists, my cheek rubbing the pillow. I could die happy.

“Damn it, is there anything you’re not good at?” I manage.

“Staying away from you.” His smile is oddly shy.

I twist out of his grip, rearing up onto my knees so we’re chest to chest. I grab his face with both hands. “Don’t ever.”

The words takes everything inside me, because I’m admitting I want him, I need him.

This time, his lips are hungry. He kisses me as though he’s desperate, and I kiss him back as if he’s the answer to a question I’ve been too afraid to ask.

He rises and strips off his pants and shorts before returning to me. His length is impossibly thick and hard. I circle him with my fingers anyway.

I lower my lips to him, kissing his tip until he growls. “Come on now. I’m too amped for that.”

I take him in, swirling my tongue around him. His string of curses makes me grin.

“Take it like a man, Garrett.” I look up at him from under my eyelashes.

He groans, rocking against my lips, sliding over my tongue.

“Goddamn, Brooke. Your mouth is unreal.”

I want to show him how good he makes me feel. How powerful in a world that tried to take it away.

But he’s determined when he shifts me up the bed on my back. Lifts my knee, pulls it around his hip, and positions himself at my entrance. “Look at me.”

I couldn’t look away.

As he sinks in, my mouth falls open at the feel of him.

It’s a leap of faith. The stretch as he fills me.

“That’s it. Wanna touch every inch of you.”

My eyes drift closed as he moves forward until he’s all the way in.

I get a moment to experience the sensation. Until he pulls back, then he drives back in. The rhythm is too slow to be a race, and he’s too deep to be comfortable.

“You’re mine.”

He mumbles it so low, I’m not sure I’ve heard it.

But pleasure takes over and I’m clinging to him. My climax comes first. Then he’s clenched tight everywhere, his jaw, his shoulders.

Pleasure rips through him, and I love knowing I caused it. But I can’t focus on it because we’re both falling, tumbling through the atmosphere.

I love being helpless with him.

Minutes later, I’m catching my breath when he reaches over to put out the candle.

“Happy New Year, Princess,” he murmurs in my ear.

It’s going to be.

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