Page 62 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

It was painful, but not too bad. “It’s worth it. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it.”

He drew his hips back and slammed inside. He was hard and deep, and I was gasping for air.

My eyes slid shut as he continued to push and circle into my warm heat.

“Keep your eyes open,” he gritted out.

I moaned as his body took over mine. I was trying to hold on, but I was ready to combust at any second.

Every time he would slam forward, I would cry out. Stroke after stroke sent my heart soaring higher. The headboard thumped against the wall. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Brooks picked up the pace as if he were chasing something that was just within his reach.

My nails cut into his skin as he continued to pound into me. I was gasping for air; the world around me no longer existed. It was just the two of us.

He bent forward, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. “I love watching you fall apart for me.”

“Oh, God,” I panted out, feeling my orgasm propel forward. It felt like he was trying to break me into a thousand pieces.

Brooks tossed my leg over his shoulder. The angle was deeper and more intense than I was prepared for. He trailed his mouth along my throat, licking and sucking while I thrashed beneath him. His hips moved faster as he continued to drive me higher and higher to the peak.

“Let go for me, baby,” he hissed out and slammed his mouth into mine.

My hips shot forward, and then there was an explosion. The pressure and the release came pouring out of me.

I wanted to help him get there, so I squeezed tight around him and tugged hard on to his hair.

His entire body tensed, so I gripped him harder. His eyebrows pinched together, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck!” He threw his head back and came in hot spurts.

He was warm, and I waited for his movements to slow before I finally let go of his hair.

Once he was finished, he sighed and dropped his face into the crook of my neck.

I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what to say, so I gave myself a minute to catch my breath.

I wanted to ask him what this meant, but I was too chicken shit to ask.

When he finally looked up at me, there was a smile on his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen but I’m not sorry that it did.”

My thumb traced his bottom lip. ”Me either.”

We laid there tangled together, soaking up in the aftermath of what just happened. His arms were around me and my head was on his chest.

I spent years trying to find this type of connection with the man I was supposed to marry, but I never found it. Brooks was the only person who made me feel this way.

As I curled into his side, I was reminded of everything we lost and hoped and prayed with all I had that we could get it back.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HARLOW

Iblinked my eyes open. For a moment, I almost forgot where I was.

I rolled to the side to stretch my arms, and my eyes swept across the room.

There was a book on the nightstand, a flannel draped over the back of the chair, and the same alarm clock he had five years ago.

For a man who worked in construction, Brooks sure did keep a clean house. I’d peeked in this room a few times while roaming the house. It was neat and had character, unlike my apartment in Manhattan, which was more like a furniture store showroom than a home.

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