Page 98 of Chasing Forever
I shriek. “What are you doing?”
“I need you in my bed, pronto.”
He speedwalks us the rest of the way into his house, waiting for Mack to come inside before kicking the door shut and flicking the lock.
“You never lock the door when you’re home.”
“There will be no interruptions.”
“What if Deputy Moore needs you?” I bang my hands on his ass, grabbing a handful with each hand, but he doesn’t put me down.
“If Moore interrupts us for some stupid shit today, he’s going to have to find another station to work at.” He walks us up the stairs and lowers me down the length of his body until my feet touch the floor.
“I’m not sure how slow I’ll be able to go.” I grab the hem of his shirt, my hands sliding under and up. “Do you think we already had sex?” My fingertips graze over the dips and valleys of his abs. “Because before that morning, I had no idea this is the body you were hiding.”
He stares down at me, and the want and lust filling his gorgeous green eyes makes me want to fall to my knees.
“I really hope we didn’t that night, but seeing you naked and not being able to touch you that morning? Having to act as if I didn’t care? It was pure fucking torture.” His hands toy with the hem of my T-shirt, seeming like he’s trying to decide if he wants to tug it off completely or tease himself.
“Now you can touch.” I move my hands up and his T-shirt rises along with it.
With one hand, he grabs the neckline and tugs it over his head.
My gaze falls down his chest. “Seriously, Brooks, you should’ve stripped for me years ago, and we could’ve been here so much sooner.” I laugh until his calloused fingers drag lightly along my skin.
“Arms up.” His voice is as rough as dried out leather.
I do as he instructs, and he tugs my shirt over my head slowly, gaze dragging over every inch of skin he bares. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, vulnerable, exposed, but I don’t. Because this is Brooks. His gaze isn’t just admiring—it’s reverent. He stares at me as though I’m something he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch.
“Shit. Don’t think I’m weak, but it’s taking every ounce of willpower not to strip you in world record time.”
“You should.” My breathing is labored.
“I want to take my time.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours for however many times you want me tonight.”
He pushes his hand through his hair with a pained expression on his face. “Fuck, Lottie, don’t say things like that.”
My hand slips down between us, and I run it over the large bulge in his track pants. “I like these pants. No buttons or pesky zippers to get in the way.” I run my finger under the waistband, back and forth.
He sucks in a breath, and his dick presses harder into my stomach. He backs me up toward the mattress, then we’re lying side by side, flushed with laughter. The next moment, his mouth is on mine. There’s purpose to this kiss. No hesitation. No question. He knows I’m all in.
And yet, my heart pounds as if I’m standing on a ledge of a cliff.
It’s not a one-night mistake. There’s nothing casual about it. We’ve put the entirety of ourselves out there now, no more secrets.
“You sure you want to do this?” he murmurs.
I nod, throat tight. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
His forehead rests against mine as he exhales. “God, why am I nervous?”
“Hey, if it’s bad, there’s always sex books and stuff to brush up on your skills, right?”
He looks at me then, eyes dark and amused, and just like that, the tension lightens. He gets me. He always has.
“Baby,” he growls, leaning in close, “I promise we don’t need any sex books for me to get you to pop off.”
