Like I finally feel whole.
It’s the weirdest sensation I’ve ever experienced, and I never want it to end.
Chapter
Ten
BROOKLYNN
My back archesas he slams into my body. I welcome it, loving the way my body not only stretches for him but accepts him. He moves inside of me, faster and faster with each stroke, his pelvis grinding against my clit as he does. I whimper and lift my hips—a silent plea for more.
Thankfully, he understands. His hips move faster, and he grinds harder with each downstroke. And I climb higher and higher until I come. It slides through me in a sweet surrender that I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.
My moan bounces off the walls around us, but it’s only my noises. Forrest has been oddly silent. Once my orgasm subsides, I lift my hands between us and wrap my fingers around his biceps, gripping his warm skin.
He continues to move, his hips never stopping. He slams into me over and over, and I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but it will be worth it. In fact, I think an ache between my legs is probably the sexiest feeling in the world, especially since he will be the cause of that sensation.
His lips touch mine before I hear his words. “Brook, you feel so fucking good. Better than I ever imagined… and I imagined this to be fucking amazing.”
Then, as if he’s possessed, his head jerks up, his back bows, and his roar puts my moan to shame. He buries himself deep inside of me, his body stilling and his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips.
I can’t breathe. My lungs are frozen, as is my body. He consumes all of me, this beautiful man. And he is that—absolutely stunning. I want to do this again, but next time, I want to ride him so I can feel every single muscle of his expansive chest. And there are a lot of muscles there.
Forrest lowers his head to nuzzle his face against my neck. I feel his lips, his teeth, and then his tongue. Over and over. Lifting my legs higher, I squeeze my thighs at his waist. He groans, then his lips move down my throat before he lifts his head.
His eyes find mine as his hips begin to move again, this time much slower and lazier. However, there’s a stark difference between his lazy strokes and the way his arms shake beside my head. Then his elbows bend, and he slowly lowers himself so that his chest is touching mine, pressing against my breasts as his hips continue to roll.
“Forrest,” I whisper.
I want to ask him what this means. I want to tell him that I’ve been dreaming of all this. But at the same time, I don’t because I don’t think I want to know his response. This little bubble, the one where I just dream, is right where I need to be.
In this little dream bubble, I can’t get hurt.
“Brooklynn,” he murmurs against my neck as his hips stop.
Slowly, he rolls onto his side but doesn’t stay there for long. He gathers me in his arms, wrapping them around me as hetucks me against his side. Then his long fingers begin to slide through my hair like a delicious comb.
I wish I hadn’t put any products in my hair so his fingers could comb through it without being caught in a single tangle. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, and honestly, I would never dream of asking him to stop.
“Yes?” I ask when he doesn’t continue speaking.
He sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets it out slowly in a long whoosh. “We probably ruined our entire relationship,” he states. I lift my head, but he lets out a hiss, shaking his head once before he continues. “I don’t care, either. Because I’ve been watching you from across the street, through the glass in the arena, and I’ve been fighting this for far too long.”
I bite the corner of my bottom lip as I look into his eyes. Stare into them. I can’t deny that I feel the same way. I’ve been watching him from a distance, dreaming of a moment just like this one, yet my dreams have done this zero justice.
This is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than to ruin what we had… for what we have.”
I’m taking a chance with my declaration, but at the same time, I’m throwing caution to the wind because I truly do not give a shit any longer. I want him inside of me again and again—and again.
FORREST
Sleep comes, and for the first time in my entire life, that sleep comes peacefully. I didn’t think it was possible, a full night’s sleep. The warm body beside me stirs, causing me to wake. I alsodidn’t think I could sleep beside someone, and yet, I’ve done that as well.
I open my eyes as I slide my hand to her hip, gripping her there and squeezing her as I watch her lids flutter open. Then her lips curve up into a smile, and her gaze searches mine. She doesn’t say anything.
She doesn’t need to.