Page 22 of Face Off
His smirk spreads wider across his face as he moves mere inches from mine. “Good, then no one will suspect a thing.”
I want to protest more, but the self-will I once possessed is slowly dwindling. “Only dinner.”
“Only dinner.”
“This is not a date.”
“Not a date,” he says, shoving his hands into his short pockets. “So, what do you say, Red?”
And that’s exactly how I end up in the hotel restaurant, sitting in a dark booth in the far back corner. I keep waiting for the nerves of being in such proximity to Brooks to settle, yet there’s a calmness, a comfort that I find in his presence. I watch as he brings the glass of water he ordered to his lips and wonder why he keeps trying to pursue me after my multiple rejections.
“So,” he says as he pops a mozzarella stick into his mouth. “Who’s watching Cam while you’re gone?”
I eye him over the rim of my wine glass as I take a long pull of the red full-bodied liquid. “My mother. She’s going to be watching him when we’re on the road. But when he’s out of school for like winter and spring break, he’ll come with us.”
He looks as if he wants to say more, but the waitress coming over with our food stops him. She places the plates of pasta in front of us before asking if we need anything else. A pang of jealousy surges through me when her gaze lingers a little longer on Brooks as he waves her away.
Ugh, I have to stop this.
“Why do you keep pursuing me even when I reject you?” The question slips past my lips before I can stop it. He stares at me for a moment as he chews his pasta before grabbing his napkin to wipe the side of his sexy-as-sin mouth. “Why do you keep pursuing me?” I ask again.
He places his napkin on the table as he stares at me through slitted eyes. He rubs his unshaved jaw as he contemplates his answer. He purses his lips before running a hand through his unkempt hair. His muscle flex causes my knees to feel weak even while I’m sitting, my core heating as I feel my arousal building for him.
He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest. “I like you, Hayley. You’re not like any woman I’ve been with before.” He sighs, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table, a long pause ensuing. “And for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about biting that bottom lip of yours again.”
My breath hitches, and I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to keep my weeping arousal to myself. His lust-filled eyes search mine for an ounce of rejection, yet nothing comes. My mouth opens and closes a few times for words to come out, but only the feeling of my mouth going dry exists. Do I want to deny him anymore?
His hand reaches across the table, turning my palm upwards before drawing small figure eights on the inside. My body flinches as a zing of energy spreads up my arm, spiking my arousal even more. My body is a traitor. But I can’t deny that my body responds to his touch unlike ever before.
A seductive smirk spreads across his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Signaling for the check, he quickly pays the bill before sliding out of the booth, offering his hand to pull me from my seat. Reluctant, yet I reach for him to feel thosesparks once again. My knees go weak as he pulls me from the booth, and I crash into his firm chest. His muscular arms wrap around my waist to steady me.
Pushing myself out of his grasp, I grab my purse and walk toward the elevators, with Brooks by my side. His warm breath fans my neck as he leans across me to push the button to call the elevator. My pulse quickens as he places a hand on the small of my back to guide me onto the elevator.
I step to the right side of the elevator as Brooks goes to the left. My back presses against the cold mirrored wall as I cast a slight sideways glance toward Brooks. His aroma is so overpowering as it fills my senses, heating my core with desire to have his hands on me.
He clears his throat as if he has something to say, but before he has the chance, my mouth crashes on his. My hand snakes up the back of his neck and into his hair as I deepen the kiss, while his hands grip my hips tightly. He reaches around and grips my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly as my back presses against the mirrored wall. Grinding down on him, I feel his erection fighting against his shorts, begging to be set free.
“Fuck, this feels too damn good,” he groans against my mouth as he moves to kiss along my jawline and down on my neck. “But we have to slow down. I refuse to take you right here in the elevator.”
I nod reluctantly, agreeing with him as he gently places me back on the ground. The elevator dings as it opens on the floor, both of us stepping out as we head toward our respective rooms.
We stop outside my room, and I swipe my room card. As soon as the green light flashes signaling the door is unlocked,Brooks’ mouth is back on mine, walking me backwards into the room. He grips my thighs and lifts me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I hold onto him tightly as he walks us further into my room. Setting me on the bed, he stands between my legs. His eyes hungry with lust as his gaze slowly works its way from my legs to my breast, lingering a moment longer on my lips as he darts his tongue out to moisten his lips.
He shoots me a panty-dropping wink and smirk before removing his shirt. “Clothes off, Red.”
I slowly unbutton my white blouse, pulling it from being tucked into my black pencil skirt. I slowly unzip the skirt as Brooks drops his cargo shorts with his boxers in tow. I drink him in as he grips his long shaft, stroking it at a leisure pace while he watches me unclasp my white lace bra before removing my matching panties, which I dangle in his face for a few moments.
“Fuck,” he curses, speeding up his strokes. His cock growing harder and thick. “You’re so perfect, Red.”
A light blush creeps up on my cheeks, while I instinctively move my hands to cover up the stretch marks on my belly. They aren’t that bad, but it’s an insecurity of mine. Moving my hand, he runs his tongue along them, working his way up to my breasts, cupping both in his hands before pulling one of my erect nipples into his mouth.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I’ve envisioned what you would look like naked in my dreams for weeks now. Hayley, you’re exquisite, and you’re making me absolutely crazy.” His rough admission sets my body on fire. The way he admires my body and touches me makes it impossible to contain myself.
I feel his erection slide between my wet folds as he rubs his thumb against my clit. I doubt he’ll have to do much to slip inside me with how wet my pussy is for him.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me, Red,” he groans as he continues working my swollen nub. “I need to be inside you.”
I moan out at the loss of his touch as he walks to his adjoining room next door, returning with a condom. He rips the foil with his teeth before sliding the rubber down his firm shaft. He lines up at my wet entrance, stroking it a few times. I spread my legs wider, giving him more access to thrust in. My back arches off the bed when I feel his intrusion.
