Page 28 of Face Off
Hayley: Are you trying to booty call me?
Brooks: Maybe… Is it working?
I lie flat on my back on the couch, tucking a pillow behind my head, and text him back.
Hayley: Hmmm… Not a chance. I’m pretty wiped from traveling.
Brooks: Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you’re sleepy. I bet you’re sitting on your couch right now, drinking a glass of wine and thinking about all the dirty things we did back in the hotel.
Seriously? Does he have a camera stashed somewhere in my house that I don’t know about? Or am I just that predictable?
Hayley: It’s late.
Brooks: Tell me something.
Hayley: Like what?
Brooks: Anything. I can’t seem to sleep, and all I keep thinking about is you.
Well, for starters, my real name is Hayley Richards, and my father is the owner of the Skipjacks. Oh, and Camden’s father is Boyce Cameron, the professional hockey player who abandoned me before he was drafted when he found out I was pregnant.
Clearly, that’s not what I’m going to say, yet the thought of wanting to spill my guts to him, tell him the truth about everything, toys at my insides.
Hayley: Not to boost your already cocky persona, but last night. That sex. Was easily, hands down some of the best I’ve ever had.
It’s not the truth I want to tell him, but it’s the scary, most terrifying truth. That this man does things to me that no one has ever done. I want him regardless of his past or mine.
Brooks: Want to elaborate on that a little?
Hayley: For the first time in a long time… I felt like I was important. What I wanted was important. You made me feel…
Brooks: What did I make you feel, Hayley? Tell me.
I walk to the fridge and refill my wine glass while I think on it for a moment. Bringing the kiss from the elevator to the foreplay in the bedroom to the forefront of my mind. Allowing myself to get lost in that night all over again.
His strong arms gripping under my thighs, hoisting me up so my back was up against the wall. The way he claimed my lips, almost controlling, yet allowing me to still take what I want from him in that moment. The way he watched me come undone as his soft lips sucked on my nipples sending tingles throughout my entire body. The masculine scent of his cologne invading all my senses. It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.
Hayley: Claimed.
Brooks: I can’t stop thinking about your lips on mine. The way you moaned my name as I pounded into you.
A smile lifts at the corners of my mouth. And just like that, I’m lost in Brooks. His words. His honesty… no matter how perverted or corny it is.
Hayley: Must you be so dirty.
Brooks: Only for you, Red.
Brooks: If you were in my bed right now, do you think we would be having a repeat of last night?
Hayley: Maybe… Depends on if the things you texted me were being said to my face.
Brooks: It would probably be much dirtier in person. If you were in my bed right now, what would we be doing?
Hayley: Brooks…
Brooks: Red… tell me what would we be doing? Would we be snuggling?
Hayley: Knowing how you can drive me wild… most definitely not snuggling.
