Page 78 of Hidden Heir

I kiss her palm firmly. “Never,” I say as I trail my lips across her fingers that no longer have sensation. “I want every part of you, Brooke. I always have.”

The words bring tears to her eyes, and she jerks me downward, kissing me deeply. As we kiss, more of our clothing is removed and it’s her turn to delicately explore my body. She maps out the path of new scars across my chest and back with her fingertips, wincing slightly when she comes across the circular scar from where she shot me.

“Does it hurt?” she whispers, staring deep into my eyes while the flames dance next to us in the fireplace.

“No,” I mutter against her lips. “It’s a reminder that you saved my life.”

She rolls her eyes affectionately as we slowly begin to move together, mindful of my knee. Brooke’s legs part and she gently wraps them around my hips, drawing me in while steadily tightening her grip. My cock slides against her wet heat and she moans sweetly but every movement stays slow and soft.

I need to feel her, all of her.

I remind myself that she’s safe in my arms, that we’re both safe, and that nothing will ever take her away from me again.

She caresses my back, lightly digging her fingertips into my shoulders when my hips roll against hers for a second time, and then a third. Her head falls back, exposing her throat to me as she arches up off the floor. Each arc of her body causes her stiff nipples to brush against my bare chest, and I finally slide into her, exactly where I belong.

A long, low moan drags from Brooke as her tight, wet heat wraps around my cock like a glove. For a moment, I can’t breathe because I’m utterly lost to the silken sensation of her pussy. I want to stay here forever, breathing her in as our bodies join together as one. Brooke locks her ankles together at the small of my back and rolls her hips upward, allowing me to penetrate deeper into her.

Like music, we set up a slow rhythm as we rock and grind together in each other’s arms. Brooke slides one leg higheruntil her knee is hooked around my middle and her liquid core clenches rhythmically around me. I brace one hand on the floor to keep my weight off her but she quickly pulls me down so I’m resting fully on top of her. Each breath we share is tinged with moans and whimpers as the pleasure builds between us, charging the air like the first lick of energy before a lightning storm.

“Fuck,” Brooke gasps, her voice hoarse. “I’m getting close.”

I devour her words in a deep kiss, losing myself to the pleasure tightening below my navel, causing my balls to ache. Never have we been more connected and I’m utterly adrift in her.

The pleasure continues to build as we become breathless, completely lost in one another. Forehead to forehead, we stare into each other’s eyes, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. She cups my cheek, her thumb skimming across my cheekbone then down to my lower lip. The gentle way she touches me makes my heart melt.

In front of the fireplace, with only the flames to witness our desire, we come together, sharing an intimacy unlike anything I’ve ever known. She tightens around me like she never wants to let me go, and I bury myself deeper, hoping she can always feel how badly I want to be inside her.

“I love you,” I gasp as pleasure pulses through me. I’ve known for a while but now feels like the right time to tell her.

“What?” She blinks, trembling as desire works through her and the sweat causes her skin to shine.

“I love you, Brooke.” There’s no expectation for her to say it back. My feelings are my own though my stomach drops when her lips part and she hesitates.

Instead of speaking, she kisses me softly on the lips and strokes my jaw. “I… I can’t,” she says. “Not yet.”

“You never have to,” I assure her as I cuddle her into me, the last of the pleasure fading away with each heartbeat. “I’m here and I love you. That’s all there is to it.”

34

BROOKE

“Brooke? Brooke!” Selina’s voice drifts faintly through the house, catching my attention as I quickly slide my earring into place and adjust the backing.

“In here!” I call out.

Selina yells my name again. I guess she didn’t hear me.

I adjust my earrings and straighten my back, admiring myself in the mirror with a smile. We have a family dinner soon to celebrate the success of the past month and I’m determined to look my best. There’s nothing quite like getting dressed up for a celebratory event.

As I pass Tiffany’s bedroom, I spot her in the middle of a tea party with Rik, who sits cross-legged on the floor with a fancy hat on his head. He flashes me a smile before accepting an imaginary cup of tea from Tiff. He’s such a good sport and I am grateful for the relationship they share.

“Drink while it’s hot!” she insists. When she realizes my presence she looks up and waves her hand. “Hi Mommy!”

“Hi sweetie. Don’t eat too much cake or you’ll be too full for dinner,” I tease, walking over to her and pressing a brief kiss on her curly head.

“It’s not real, Mommy,” Tiffany says matter-of-factly before sighing dramatically. “So silly.” She rolls her eyes then returns to her party with Rik. I leave them to it, seeking out Selina.

“Brooke? Oh, there you are!” We collide in the hallway with a laugh and she grasps my arms. “You have a phone call.”

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