Page 36 of Coming Unraveled
“Your skin is so smooth,” he whispers against her mouth as he sucks at her bottom lip. “So soft. I could touch it forever.”
“Yes, please,” her hoarse voice replies as another shiver overtakes her body.
As his hand glides over her shoulder Brooks gently traces the skin that dips around her collarbone.
“This is one of my favorite parts of your body,” he murmurs as he drops his head.
His lips caress the divot before his tongue presses flat against her skin, licking at the sensitive area that somehow sends a charged current straight to her center. Everleigh’s head falls back as Brooks reaches both hands around her and grasps the backside of her shoulders, arching her body into his. A soft moan vibrates through the room as his rough tongue traces a line from one collarbone, across her neck, and begins to nip and lick at the other.
“Brooks,” she whispers as her body flames under his touch.
He continues to move down her body, swirling his tongue around each nipple as he passes, but his focus rests solely on the lower part of her body screaming for his touch. One finger tugs her thong to the side while the other deft member moves across her thigh and softly runs across the outside of her folds. Everleigh’s body shakes as he continues to lightly touch the area she yearns for him most.
“Can you come like this, Everleigh; with me barely touching you?”
She doesn’t need to answer him, he can tell by the way her legs shake against his hold. Her body rung so tightly that each time he passes over her clit a quake vibrates in her core.
Everleigh is so focused on the feel of her body’s pleasure that she didn’t recognize the movement in front of her. Brooks kneels on the floor with one of her legs propped on his shoulder, his free hand spreading her folds farther apart as he dips a finger in and out of her hot channel.
“Feels so good,” she moans as she reaches up and handles her own breasts, their weight heavy in her palms.
“It’s about to feel better,” he adds as he leans forward and presses his mouth against her center.
She groans as he uses the force of his strong hold to tilt her hips towards him and he plunges his tongue into her channel repeatedly while his thumb rubs circles around her bundle of nerves. As the waves begin to crest he removes his tongue and replaces it with his finger, the thrusting motion leaving her pulsating in his arms.
The black abyss surrounds her and Everleigh feels herself cradled in his arms as her body grows limp from the explosion. As she finally comes back into herself she regrets not having a chance to look into his eyes, the place she has always been able to see exactly what emotion is swirling through his mind. Instead, she is faced with the awkwardness of knowing she tried to seduce a man that just left her in a puddle at his feet.
In her moment of uncertainty, she stands and attempts to pull the dress back onto her body, rushing to tug the zipper up over her hips, but the latch getting caught on the material.
“Dammit,” she grunts as she tugs at the zipper, her heeled feet stomping in agitation at the incident, and the fool that she feels like.
A calm hand reaches out to help her and she freezes for a moment before dropping her hands as Brooks offers to assist her, zipping up the dress in a flash.
Flooded with embarrassment Everleigh opens the door in a flash and steps back into the deserted hallway. Her hair hanging haphazardly around her face and she attempts to finger brush the subtle waves back into submission. Beside her, Brooks buttons the top of his crisp white shirt, looking like a man that has stepped out of GQ, not a man that just devoured her body in a utility closet.
The party continues to play on in the other room, but Everleigh and Brooks stare at each other, both still lost in the small world they created for a few short minutes.
He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair back into acquiescence as his lips tilt up in the corner.
“Do I look ok?” she asks as she glances down at her dress, inspecting it for any evidence of her whereabouts.
“Everleigh,” he commands in a deep voice. A command that sends a sensual awareness around her, so far from the orders her ex use to direct. Their gazes connect and she holds her breath, waiting for the rejection, waiting for the hurt, but it never comes. “You look beautiful. You always look beautiful.”
In a moment she steps towards him, lost in his words, in his feelings. A sound breaks her free from his stare and she watches in horror as his date comes sauntering towards them.
Panic-stricken Everleigh steps away from the man that holds her heart. Noticing her retreat, he whispers her name, hoping to gain her awareness, but she is too ashamed to look at him, at a man who has a woman waiting for him.
“Brooks, I’ve been looking for you. You must be Everleigh. It’s lovely to meet you.”
Her head snaps up in attention and she stares in confusion at first at the woman standing beside Brooks and then at him.
“You told her about me?”
“Wow, you’re just as pretty in person as he said. My my my,” the woman alludes as she wraps her hand around Brook’s forearm and begins to tug him with her. “Come on, they’re getting ready to toss the bouquet and I’m hoping to catch it. This is so much fun!”
The couple leaves her in the shady vestibule, sad, humiliated, and alone.
How could she have come onto him when he had a new girlfriend?
