Page 29 of Storm

As she climbed into the truck, the curve of her ass stole his attention. He bit back a groan, his fingers spasming with the urge to touch her.Goddamn, she’s perfect.

“Need to go anywhere before we head to your place?” he asked, sounding slightly strained as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“Nope,” she replied, a playful pop to thePbefore giggling softly.

Her lightness sent a jolt through him. She was in a playful mood, and it was downright adorable.

The drive to her apartment was mercifully short. As soon as they stepped into the entryway, Storm shut the door, locking it with a deliberateclick.He couldn’t wait another second. Pinning her gently against the wall, he captured her lips with his. The kiss was deep, hot, and all-consuming, the tension between them igniting like a spark to dry kindling. Her hands slid under his shirt, her fingers grazing the hard lines of his stomach.

“Brook,” he muttered breathlessly against her lips, trying to steady himself. The last thing he wanted was for their first time to be a frantic tumble just inside her apartment door.

“Can we?” she asked, her voice soft but urgent, her gaze searching his. “Can we go to my bedroom? Please?”

Before he could respond, she tugged on his arm, leading him down the hall. Her room was an explosion of pastel colors, plush toys, and delicate touches that screamedLittle.He barely registered any more details, his focus entirely on her—herflushed cheeks, her sparkling eyes, her lips still swollen from his kiss.

“We don’t have to do this, sunshine,” he said, steady but tender. He needed her to know she had an out, even if every fiber of his being begged her to want this as much as he did.

“I know,” she replied, stepping closer. “But I want to. It doesn’t have to be anything serious. I know we’re seeing where things go, but I’ve been squirmy since this morning, and I might die if we don’t do something.”

Storm’s brow arched, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You might die, baby? Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?”

She shook her head with an adorably serious expression painted on her face. “Nu-uh. It could really happen. Death by arousal. And then you’d feel terrible because you could’ve kept me alive.”

The playful defiance in her tone was a revelation. Beneath her sweetness was a brat just begging to be tamed. Storm’s grin widened as he leaned in to whisper into her ear in a low rumble. “Well, baby, I can’t have you dying on me, now, can I?”

From that moment on, there was no holding back. Storm knew—he was gone for her. Completely.Forever.

She shook her head. “Nope. That would be bad luck.”

This sassy side of her was so fucking cute.

“Do you know what a safeword is?” he asked.

“Yes. I don’t have one, but I know the stop light system.”

That pleased the hell out of him. He hoped that meant any partners she’d had in the past had at least been good men.

“Good girl. So you’ll say red if you want everything to stop?”

“Yes.”

He took a step toward her, reaching out to lift her chin. “Yes, Daddy.”

A dimple appeared as she smiled widely. How he hadn’t noticed it before, he had no idea.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His cock ached, and he regretted not masturbating before he’d picked her up because the likelihood of him lasting long was slim. He’d make it up to her, though.

When he kissed her this time, it was demanding and wild, their hands roaming each other’s bodies desperately. She was soft and curvy beneath his touch. When he cupped her ass and squeezed, she moaned, and he nearly came right then and there.

“Fuck, sunshine. You’re killing me,” he ground out.

Her only response was a whimper as she bit down on her bottom lip.

“Arms up.” As soon as she obeyed, he lifted her top up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor as he moved on to her skirt.

At the same time, she yanked off his T-shirt and ran her fingers over the lines of his tattoos. A trail of goosebumps rose on his skin, chasing her fingers. There was no doubt in his mind that things would never be the same after he had her. She would be his, and he would be hers.

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