Page 60 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

I sensed he wanted to fight it. Push me away and bury everything that happened. It didn’t matter because for the first time since I returned to Marcellus Falls, I saw the boy I used to love. The one who made me feel like this place could be my forever home.

I reached over, lacing my fingers with his. He couldn't take his eyes off our clasped hands. The inner struggle on his face was hard to miss. A part of him still cared, but the other wasn't sure if he could trust me again.

Then, without a word, he let go, pushed the door open, and stepped out of the truck. He walked toward the house, and my heart sank into the pit of my stomach, but then suddenly, his feet halted, and he turned around. He strode over to my side of the truck and opened the door.

When he reached for my hand, I didn’t even ask where we were going.

His grip was tight as we stepped inside the house. Diesel ran out to go to the bathroom. Once he was done, he grabbed my hand again and led me through the dark house. We didn’t stop until we reached his bedroom. He shut the door before the dog could come in, and in one swift motion, he was crowding me against the wall.

My breath hitched. “What are we doing?”

His eyes searched mine, like he was looking for an answer to a question that he didn’t know how to ask.

“Tell me again that you won’t regret this in the morning.”

I cupped his face as my eyes locked on his. “I could never regret you.”

Before I could draw in my next breath, his lips were on mine, like he couldn’t kiss me fast enough. My mouth moved against his, desperate and greedy. His hand moved to the back of my head, holding me tight and anchoring me to him.

His hand drifted to my face as he broke the kiss. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. We’ve probably already gone too far.”

Instead of answering him, I took his hand and led him to the bed.

“Brooks, please stop questioning it. We both want this to happen.”

His hands slid down my side, gripping my hip like he was trying to keep me from disappearing again. “You drive me crazy.”

I lifted my chin up, searching for his lips. “And you love it.”

He groaned against my mouth. “You are right. I do. I love it too fucking much.”

His hand slipped from my side to my lower back. He splayed his fingers out, pulling me closer. “You really want to cross this line?”

“I’ve done it before with you.”

His thumb traced my bottom lip. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”

“I think I do, but I’d rather have you show me.”

His hand drifted down my arms before he lifted me up and laid me on the mattress.

There was so much desire in his eyes that I wanted to melt.

I leaned up on my elbows and watched him struggle to remove his belt. He watched my expression while pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. I thought I was prepared for this, but I was wrong. Thick muscles and a six-pack that weren’tas defined five years ago had me forgetting how to breathe. I swear, my lungs betrayed me. He had always been toned and muscular, but everything on his body seemed bigger.

And I meant everything.

A slow, lazy smile lifted his lips. “Harlow Bennet. Are you checking me out?”

“I forgot how well-endowed you were.”

A laugh rumbled from his chest. “Were you not paying attention when you were giving me road head?”

“I was a little preoccupied.”

Brooks put his hands behind his head. “Would you like me to keep standing here so you can keep staring?”

My eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth and back up again.

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