Page 62 of Until You're Mine
As I was reaching for the doorknob, the door swung open. Brooklyn stood there, hair mussed, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts. A white one, so worn, that I could make out her puckered nipples under the fabric.
She closed the door behind her, leaning against it like I’d try to escape otherwise. “I started thinking about you, and all the naughty things I’d like you to do to my body, and suddenly I was very, very awake.”
Every nerve ending jolted to life, my control unraveling at her feet the instant she stepped into the room. “You better describe these naughty things to me, preferably in excruciating detail, so I can make them all come true.”
“Coming was definitely involved.”
Heat replaced the blood in my veins, and my arms ached to pull her closer and get started on that, but I wanted to draw out the game for a little while. To tease her until she was on the verge and begging for it. “Where were my hands?”
She padded toward me, and I forgot how to swallow as she curled her hand in the waistband of my pants, and yanked me closer. “First things first, you had a lot less clothes on.” Her fingers moved to the hem of my shirt, and when she rose onto her toes to get it over my head, I assisted her by gripping the back of the collar and tugging it off.
The movement made her stumble into me, her luscious curves pressing against me and turning me on even more. She gasped, and I slanted my mouth over hers, taking a taste. Her hands flattened against my chest and dragged down, down, down…
She flicked the button on my pants then torturously slowly unzipped them.
I groaned as I sprang free, and she bent and tugged off my pants. On her way back up she dragged her hands along my thighs, like she was frisking me, and I grew even harder as her fingers brushed my balls. At my grunt, she looked up and raised an eyebrow.
Then she gripped me over my boxer briefs, a vixen smile on her lips. I arched into her touch, my vision blurring for a moment.
“Getting kind of restless here, bruiser. Either you tell me where my hands were during all the naughtiness, or I’ll take creative license.”
“Well, they started on my ass.”
“Sounds like me.” I reached around and cupped her ass, drawing her heat up against my raging erection. Her breathing went jagged, spurring me on even more.
“Then they moved up…”
I slid them under the T-shirt, across her smooth skin, and when the fabric lifted enough to confirm she didn’t have any underwear on, I swore. The grip on my control wavered, and I had to wrestle my inner beast to get it back. “Let me guess, baby. Did they go somewhere around”—I squeezed her perfect breasts in both hands—“here?”
I flicked her nipples with my thumbs and her eyelids fluttered, her mouth dropping open for the taking. I plunged my tongue inside as I backed her up against the sink. I curled my hands around the backs of her thighs and lifted her onto the porcelain.
My eyes met hers, and the desire swimming in the blue made me want to leave her as undone as I was. “Was my mouth on you? When you were coming?”
Her chest rose and fell, then she nodded.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, and she opened them for me.
I pushed my T-shirt up her thighs, exposing her to me, and then I dipped my head and licked up her thigh. She whimpered when I stopped just short of where she wanted my tongue.
“If you’re having trouble figuring out where exactly your mouth was,” she said as she raked her fingers through my hair, “I can go into more detail.”
“I guess you’re going to have to.”
“It was…” Her cheeks colored. I encouraged her with a languid lick on the other thigh. “A little higher.” I moved to the spot where her leg met her torso. “More to the right. You were licking and sucking and it was driving me—”
I dragged my tongue up her center, and she moaned.
“Crazy,” she breathed. “You drive me crazy.”
“Keep sweet talking me like that, and I might just fall for you.”
Unlike earlier, when the L-word was mentioned, she smiled down at me, and without her uttering another word, I went ahead and fell for her anyway.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Brooklyn
My fantasies didn’t touch the reality of having Shane drive me to the edge, only to bring me right back down, a torturous rollercoaster that I’d line up for time and time again.
