Page 12 of Twisted Redemption

Fisting her brown hair, I pull her into another kiss. This one isn’t gentle, or soft, or slow. It’s rough and uninhibited, the way I’ve wanted to kiss her for years.

She moans again, biting my bottom lip. When I pull away to look at her, there’s so much emotion on her face.

Want. Nervousness. A vulnerable, wide-eyed stare. And so much hope that, for a moment, I feel like my Brooke is back.

“I need to see you,” I murmur, tracing a finger across her cheek.

She nods, slipping out of her shirt and throwing it to the floor. When I slide her panties down her legs, she barely even hesitates to lift her hips for me.

Stepping back, I take her in. All of her. She leans back on her hands, leaving her completely on display for me. Her legs are spread, her feet dangling in the air. It’s the perfect picture, and it’s all fucking mine.

When I don’t touch her, doubt flashes in her eyes. Her legs start to slide closed, but I grab them, pushing them open again.

“I didn’t strip you down to nothing just to look at you, Brooke. But I’ll be damned if I don’t. You’re a work of fucking art.” I kiss her, needing her to forget about everything and anything—except me. She sighs into my mouth, melting into me, and it feels so fucking right.

When I slide two fingers into her, she gasps. And when my thumb finds her clit, I think for a moment that she’s about to explode right then. But she just keeps one hand on the counter for balance, the other wrapped around my neck. Her eyes pierce mine, wide and vulnerable and begging for more.

“Blaze, I—oh.” Her eyes slide closed when I curl my fingers into her, and I prod her lips open with my tongue. She moans as I taste her, picking up the pace of my fingers.

When I pull away, giving her bottom lip a nibble, that bit of hesitation in her eyes is back.

Goddammit.

“Stop thinking, Daisy.” I’ve waited for years to touch her like this. I’m not about to stop.

She moans again when I lean down and flick her clit with my tongue. God, the way she tastes—sweet and so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.

When she clenches around my fingers, I press my tongue harder, faster, circling her clit until she grabs a fistful of my hair.

“Blaze, oh god, oh fuck, Blaze.”

“That’s right, Daisy,” I moan against her. “Don’t think about anything except me.”

When I suck her clit into my mouth, she cries out my name. And goddamn, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it come from her lips.

“I think I’m... I—oh—”

I press my fingers against her walls, licking her swollen clit. “That’s it. Come for me, Daisy.”

She moans, but then she gasps, tensing. I press harder into her, willing all thoughts to leave her mind, but she squirms away from me.

“Wait, Blaze—stop.”

Shit. Did I hurt her? I pull my fingers out of her and lean back. Her chest is heaving, but her eyes are wide with regret.

“I can’t do this,” she whispers. “We can’t do this.”

I blink. “Why?”

“You’re engaged, Blaze.” She closes her legs, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“Charlie won’t care.” A lie—but not for the reason Brooke thinks it is. In a few months, what Charlie thinks won’t matter anyway.

Brooke’s eyes cloud over, and I realize my mistake too late.

“Put me down.” Her voice is flat.

I pull her off the counter, my hands lingering on her. But the second her feet touch the ground, she snatches up the blanket and wraps it around herself again. She yanks on her shirt next.

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