Page 61 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

“No. I would rather have you inside me instead.”

He came toward me at a slow, deliberate pace, and planted one knee on the bed. The mattress dipped underneath his weight, but I couldn’t move. He was so close I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes. His hand came up, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His knuckles were warm against my skin, but it wasn’t just about the touch, it was about the emotion behind it. He leaned in slowly, like he was trying to memorize every little detail. His one hand slid to the back of my neck so that he could angle my face toward his. The kiss was soft and slow this time, like neither one of us had plans to stop.

My legs wrapped around him and I felt a low growl from his chest. His mouth trailed down my jaw, then to my neck. My entire body ached with need. Not just physically, but because I needed this connection to him. His teeth grazed along my shoulder, and he reached under my dress. I helped him shove the material up and over my head.

“God, I missed this,” he said, pressing kisses across my collarbone.

I looked up as he undid the clasp of my bra and slid it down slowly.

His eyes were on mine, as if asking for permission. “Touch me, Brooks.”

He dragged his hand to my breast and scraped his thumb across my nipple. “I’m going to erase his touch. I want him gone.”

His tongue traced along my jaw and then down between my breasts. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, and I moaned when his teeth bit down.“I wish you were always mine. No one else’s.”

I rocked my hips into his. “I’ve always been yours.”

Even when we were apart and I swore I was over him.

The tip of his erection slid up and down my center. “Do we need to use anything?”

I let out a moan as he kissed along my throat.“We’ve had enough years between us, we don’t need anything else.”

I’ve been on the pill for years to help regulate my periods, and I trusted him.

“Are you sure?”

“Brooks,” I pleaded. “I am sure. Now stop talking. Don’t make me beg.”

His fingers moved to my clit. He added just the right amount of pressure. “Patience, baby.” He slid his finger in and out of my opening before adding another one. “You are so wet and responsive.”

I ran my hands along his biceps, loving how his muscles rippled under my touch. “That’s because you’re really good at this.”

He laughed and braced himself above me. “And going forward, I’ll be the only one doing this.”

My fingers snaked up and gripped the back of his hair. “It’s been a while for me, so I need you to go slow.”

His gaze narrowed, as if trying to figure out what I meant. I hope he didn’t ask because I wasn’t ready to confess the truth.

Brooks pinned my arms above my head and laced our fingers together. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t go getting cocky on me now.”

“You used to love it when I was cocky.” He exhaled against my jaw. I tried to bend my legs together to relieve some of the pressure, but he pushed them open. “Keep them open so I can see all of you.”

My heart thumped wildly in my chest as he ran his fingers through my neatly trimmed pubic hair. “I love that you never shaved yourself bare.”

I laughed. “What do you have against being fully waxed?”

“Not my thing. Never has been. I like knowing that you’re all woman.”

He ran his tip along my opening and slowly pushed himself inside. It was only an inch, possibly two, but I was already struggling to breathe. Brooks leaned forward, capturing my mouth with his as he seated himself all the way in.

“You feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth.

I felt him everywhere as he took his time, allowing me to adjust to his size. He pushed deeper, taking more than before.

“Am I hurting you?”

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