Page 103 of Chasing Forever
“You know.”
She sets down the bowl and saunters over, winding her arms around my waist. “Tell me.”
I wrap my arms around her, lifting the hem of the T-shirt and grabbing her ass. “I could get used to this.”
She goes still for half a second, then looks up at me. “Me too.”
It’s been a long damn road to get here, but we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be—and I don’t want to waste another second.
I kiss her again. Slow and familiar, but it’s not nearly enough. I swivel us around and prop her up on the counter. She opens her legs for me, pulling me closer, and I kiss her deeper.
I can’t hold myself back. Will I ever be able to?
My tongue finds hers. My hands roam her curves. My body’s screaming for everything she’s already given me.
She moans into my mouth as my hips press against her core. Her fingers weave through my hair, tugging, guiding, pulling me closer. I kiss her deeper and harder, my mouth claiming hers, my tongue brushing against hers again and again.
Lottie wraps her legs around my waist, locking me to her. One hand drags down my back, her heels pushing at the waistband of my pants, and I groan. Fuck, she’s not playing fair.
“Brooks,” she whispers between kisses, her lips brushing mine.
“What, baby?”
She breathes hard, her forehead pressed to mine. “You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to focus on dinner.”
I grin, my mouth dropping to her jaw, then her neck, her collarbone, the place just beneath her ear that I discovered makes her shiver. “Good. I wasn’t hungry for food anyway.”
“Me either anymore.” Her voice is all heat, no protest.
I turn off the burner with my lips still seared to hers. Then I slide my hands up her thighs, under my shirt that’s now hers, and she arches, tucking me tighter between her legs.
“I expect you to finish what you start,” she whispers.
My hands roam, pressing my length into her, grinding against her until she’s soaked and squirming. I want to go slow, but I want to devour her at the same time. One thing’s for certain—I never want to leave this house.
Twenty minutes of moaning, grinding, and begging later, and we try making dinner once more.
Chapter Forty
Lottie
The door to the store chimes, and Brooks walks in. How was I never this tongue-tied before seeing him in his uniform?
“Good morning, ma’am.” He tips his hat at me with a grin, and I swear I just about purr.
“Sheriff, how are you this morning?” I head behind the counter to make his coffee.
“I’m pretty good.”
“Just pretty good?” I pour his coffee and bend to reach into the fridge for the creamer.
“It just got better.”
I look over my shoulder to see him eyeing my ass. “I’m actually surprised you’re still on that side of the counter.”
“Is that an invitation?” He’s already placing his hat on the counter and walking around.
“You never need an invitation.” I turn to face him, and he cages me against the back counter. It’s one of my favorite things that he does. “But I must admit, I’m rethinking that after the ‘pretty good’ morning comment.”
