Page 55 of The Arrogant's Surrender

As much as I want to strip her shorts off and make her come on my tongue, I know I won’t be able to stop if I start. Instead, I pull her shorts back up, zipping and fastening them gently.

She collapses against me, her face flushed and glowing from her release.

I drag my fingers, still slick with her arousal, across her lips before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss, savoring her taste.

"You’re perfect, Brooklyn."

"Hmmm . . .”

"I’ve never had an addiction before, but I think I could develop one to those sounds you make."

She buries her face in my chest, clearly embarrassed.

I lie back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. "Rest. I’ll take you home soon."

"What about you?" she murmurs, her lips brushing against my nipple. "I didn’t . . . we didn’t . . .”

"Coming once wouldn’t satisfy me. I want to fuck you all night. If I start now, we won’t leave this room."

She stays silent, and I have no idea what’s going through her head. I’ve never experienced anything like what happened today. My past lovers always knew exactly where we were heading, taking what they needed. Brooklyn’s innocence is a new, uncharted territory for me.

So I’m caught completely off-guard when, later, after we get into the car to head back to the beach house, she rests her hand on my thigh while I drive.

If it were any other woman, I’d take it as an invitation for sex, but with her, it feels like something deeper. She wants connection.

"Today was amazing," she says, and when I glance over at her, she’s smiling shyly.

"All of it?"

"Yes."

"Did I scare you?"

"On the boat?"

"Yes."

"I’m not a child. I . . . I liked it. I loved everything you did to me."

"You’re not a doll, Brooklyn. It’s not just about what I want to do to you; it’s about you discovering your own body, too. You’re not just going to sit there taking it. You’re going to ride me hard, tell me when you want me to lick or suck your clit, beg me to spank that sexy ass when I take you from behind."

Her hand grips my thigh tighter, her breathing growing louder. "You’re dirty in bed."

It’s not a question, but even so, I lay it all out for her, making sure she knows exactly what she’s getting into. "I won’t deny it. I don’t fuck soft."

Her grip tightens, her nails digging into my leg.

"Keep that up, and I’ll pull over and fuck you right here in the car. I’m this close to losing control, Brooklyn."

"Teach me," she whispers, and hearing her beg makes my blood boil. "I’m scared to give myself to you, but I’m more scared of not giving this a chance and spending the rest of my life wondering what it would’ve been like."

Brooklyn

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

"Thank you for . . . uh . . . everything,"I say, trying not to sound embarrassed.

I’m not a little girl; I’m a grown woman. He and I are both free, so what’s stopping us from enjoying ourselves a little?

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