Page 55 of Endlessly Yours
“I wasn’t aware you had to do something with me?”
“I don’t date. Or at least I haven’t. Not since…”
I nodded, throat tight. “I haven’t dated since Anthony.”
Brooks’s eyes narrowed. “And who the hell is that?”
I snorted. “Someone that doesn’t mean anything to me. It has been a long while since I’ve been in a relationship. And I didn’t know how to do the whole dating thing when I didn’t have two kids to take care of.”
“So we’ll figure this out together. But I think that means I should kiss you now.”
“Oh? That’s what you think?”
“Yes. And I should hold your hand when we’re in public. And maybe take you out. Have I ever taken you out?”
I shook my head. “No. But it’s not like we have time for that. You have how many jobs within your one job? And with the girls, and our friends, who happen to be your family, I don’t think there’s much time for that at all.”
“Then we’ll make time. Because if I’m going to figure this whole path out, I might as well do it with purpose.”
“Oh. I like you with purpose.”
“Good.”
And then he leaned forward, his lips on mine. I groaned into him, hooking my fingers in his belt loops.
He pulled away, leaving me wanting.
“We’re going to have to be quiet if we do this.”
My eyes widened. “I’ve never actually had sex with other people in the house before.”
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I snorted. “I don’t think you know how to be gentle.”
“I could. If I tried. If that’s what you wanted.”
I shook my head. “You might have to gag me,” I teased.
This time, it was Brooks who’d groaned before he picked me up by my hips and carried me to the bed.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him wholeheartedly.
If I was going to make this mistake, I might as well lean into it. Brooks Wilder was going to break my heart, but for now, I could just live in the moment.
I didn’t do that often enough.
He set me down at the edge of the bed, exploring my mouth with his own as if he was a man dying of hunger and I was his feast. When he tugged at my shirt, I released my hands so he could pull it over my head. He undid my bra in a move that left me gasping as my breasts fell heavy into his hands. He cupped them, pinching my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped again, and he raised a brow at me. I put my hand over my mouth, keeping myself quiet as he lowered his head, sucking on one nipple hard enough that I knew it would leave a bruise. And then he did it to the other nipple, and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit pulsating.
But when he turned me around, I moaned.
“Hands on the bed,” he ordered.
I did so, bending over for him. His jeans-clad cock pressed hard against my backside, and I wiggled against him, needing that motion.
He chuckled roughly, and then he licked slowly up my spine.
I exhaled shakily, arching my back.
