Page 10 of Coming Unraveled
As her aggravation grows she places her hands on her hips, the silky material of her dress sliding between her fingertips.
“Look, can we get this over with, please? Brooks, you wanted to talk, so let’s talk.”
“Fine.”
She watches as he tosses some money on the bar top and smacks Austin and Logan on the shoulders before standing to his full height before her, the tips of their toes practically touching. She takes a deep breath and Everleigh can smell the familiar scent of his cologne whirling around her body, her skin tingling in remembrance.
“Come with me?” he asks as he reaches a hand forward, offering her something more than just their discussion.
Everleigh breathily sighs, “Yes,” finding herself locked in a trance she is unable to pull herself from as she places her hand in his.
They don’t move as he gazes down at her, their eyes silently speaking. No words are needed as something passes between them, something strong, something possessive, something she isn’t ready to consider.
He squeezes her hand gently before moving towards the hallway leading to the restrooms and the back of the bar. Everleigh doesn’t question it as he passes by the door leading to the outside and turns another corner. She doesn’t ponder when he steps into the hidden office and shuts the door. She doesn’t flinch when the lock is turned and Brooks spins her to rest against the door.
Her breath increases, synchronizing with her heartbeat as he steps into her space, brushing his strong calloused hand across her cheek tenderly.
“You look beautiful, wife,” he says as his hand drops down to her neckline, stroking his fingers along her collarbone, causing a shiver to shoot down her body.
“Brooks. I’m not…” she murmurs as she loses herself to his touch.
“But you are, sweetheart,” he argues as his hand skims down her shoulder, sliding the strap of her dress down her arm, the fabric resting on her elbow.
Her body stands frozen in possession, somehow this man commands her with every whisper of a touch.
“Do you remember?” he asks as he mimics his move on the opposite shoulder, the strap mirroring its partner as it comes to rest at her elbow.
The sweetheart neckline is all that contains her breasts, her nipples puckering beneath the material as one of his fingers trails along the edge, stroking her skin.
“Do you remember how you came apart in my arms? How your body reacted to my every command? How you became mine?”
She doesn’t answer, couldn't if she wanted to. Her air intake increases even more into a staccato pulse. Suddenly, her breasts are released from their entrapment, his palms reaching upward and palming the heaviness. She shutters as his thumbs stroke her raised nipples, the motion sending vibrations down to her core.
“Do you remember now?” he adds as he leans down and flattens his tongue against the nub, sucking it into his mouth, and swirling the muscle around the sensitive peak.
Unable to hold back the fever growing deep inside she reaches up and threads her hand into his hair, pushing him away, yet pulling him in for more. He looks up at her, his blue eyes shining from his perch on her breast, hypnotizing her as his tongue moves against her breast once more.
“Yes,” she murmurs, tightening her hold in his hair.
With a pop he releases her breast and reaches forward, placing his hands on her thighs, lifting her up to wrap around his waist. She clings to him as his hips wedge her against the door, her core pressed against the stiff member confined in his jeans. One of his hands reaches up and grasps onto her neck, just below her jaw, allowing him to control her movements. Something she hates, but with him it seems natural. Before that sobering thought has a chance to fester, he tilts his face towards her, his lips only a breath away.
“Good,” he utters against her lips before possessing them.
Everleigh loses herself in the feel of his mouth against hers, his tongue twisting and dancing in time with hers.
Brooks angles her head to better capture her mouth after she cries out, “More.”
His free hand adjusts moving closer to her center, she can feel his thumb massaging against her panties. Brooks growls into her mouth as her wetness soaks through her panties. Everleigh reaches down and begins tugging at his shirt, wanting to feel his body pressed against hers, his skin against her skin.
“Brooks,” she whispers and he pulls back slightly to look at her.
Suddenly, as if a caged animal has been set free, he reaches behind towards his back and yanks the offending shirt from his body. Everleigh stares, mesmerized by the sight of his chest moving up and down as he inhales sharp breaths. He steps away from the door, gently placing her feet back on the floor, before kneeling in front of her. His hands glide up her legs, slipping beneath the skirt of her dress, and hooking his fingers into the band of her panties. He tugs them down to her ankles effortlessly and she steps from them.
“Take off your dress,” he rumbles as he stands to his full height and begins to unfasten his jeans.
Everleigh remains silent as she reaches behind her and slips down the zipper of her dress, allowing it to pool at her feet. Brooks’ shoes bang against the wall as he toes them off and kicks them away in his hurry to have her. His socks and jeans follow until he stands before her in all of his glory. And what a glory it is. His hardened cock extends upward, saluting her as it reaches his navel, its thickness overshadowing the ripped muscles and v-line of his lower abdomen.
His eyes meet hers and the lust crackles between them, igniting the passion furrowing deep inside.
