Page 95 of The Playboy

FIFTEEN

Macon

Brooklyn didn’t need to tell me that the sushi blew her away. I could hear it and see it every time she took a bite—the quiet moans as she chewed, the way she closed her eyes right before she swallowed, the smile she gave me every time she dipped a piece in her soy sauce.

The food was exceptional.

But what made me the happiest was watching her enjoy it, knowing that the effort I’d put into tonight was well worth it.

And it seemed that, in some way, the meal was bringing us closer. Whether it allowed us to get to know each other better, or she was dropping her shield a little further to let me in, or her mind was finally starting to shift and she was coming to terms with wanting more.

She didn’t say.

But I could tell—by the way she looked at me through the rest of the dinner; how she held my hand as we walked out of the restaurant; how she sat, pressed against my side, in the backseat of the SUV without my having to pull her closer—that we weren’t the same people who had come in for sushi a few hours before.

She didn’t admit that something had clicked inside her. She didn’t tell me that she wanted to date me.

This was purely just speculation based on a feeling.

But it was one I was holding on to.

Shit, I’d never thought I’d be the man who fell first. I’d never thought I’d be the guy waiting for the woman to express her feelings after I’d already voiced mine.

But here I was.

I had no shame or regret.

I didn’t give a fuck how much shit my friends and brothers gave me about stalking the club or being obsessed with her or pointing out that I was pussy-whipped.

They were right.

I was.

Because Brooklyn was worth it.

She was everything I’d never known I wanted.

And the more I learned about her, the harder I wanted to draw her in.

With my arm around her, I placed my lips against her cheek, breathing her in, inhaling those salty beach and lemon scents. “Oahu tastes delicious on you.”

As she smiled, I kissed the soft lines by her mouth.

When she tilted her neck, I kissed down to her collarbone.

While we had been in the restaurant, she’d teased me with this spot, moving her hair to either side, revealing the bone that jutted out below her neck and the delicate skin that surrounded it.

She knew exactly what she was doing each time she showed it to me.

And each time, my dick throbbed inside my pants, dying to be released, to sink into her wetness, while my lips were right here, kissing this.

Licking across it … like I was doing now.

“Different than Kauai tastes on me?” Her voice changed now that her head was back, the top of it pushing against the seat cushion behind her.

“Yes.” My voice turned to a growl from a need that was making everything inside me pulse.

As my mouth lowered to the tip of her chest, she straightened her head and turned toward me. The headlights from the cars opposite us were shining stripes of light across her face, showing the intensity in her eyes and her parted lips.

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