Chapter 31
“Wake up, Doll.”
I opened my eyes and snuggled closer to Brooks.
Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore.
When Brooks had told me he was going to remind me how much I liked “other parts” of him, he wasn’t lying.
The second we’d gotten into the bedroom, he set about making sure I’d never in this lifetime forget.
Not that I needed the reminder, but again, I wasn’t dumb enough to pass up three really great orgasms.
“Morning,” I mumbled against his chest.
My hand that had been resting on his pecs near where my cheek was pressed started roaming.
If I was awake, I might as well cop a feel .
He was warm, and smooth, and hard. His chest and abdomen completely bare of any hair.
Which was strange because he had thick, dark leg hair that tickled my skin as I rubbed our legs together under the sheet.
His forearms also had a smattering of hair, enough that it obscured some of the tattoos he had there.
They all were military-related; a flag, eagle, old-style black powder gun, a faceless warrior.
Brooks slowly rolled me to my back. All thoughts of tattoos and lack of chest hair flew out the window as he loomed over me. He brushed my hair away from my face and stared down at me.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, still not used to this big, strong, handsome man giving me compliments.
“I think we need to talk.”
Without permission, my eyes closed and my body stiffened.
Oh, no. How had I read the situation so wrong?
We’d agreed neither of us wanted complicated and I’d stupidly allowed myself to start having feelings for him.
I was so, so foolish. Why would I ever think a man like Brooks would be interested in anything more than a little fun on a mission?
I was easy. A convenient lay. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed myself to believe when he told me otherwise.
“Stop.” His voice was no longer rough with sleep.
“I’m not doing anything, Brooks.”
“Yes, you are. I’ve lost you again. You’ve gone back into the fucked-up place in your head where you think the worst.”
“It’s not fucked-up. We don’t need to have any talk. I get it.”
“Really? What exactly do you get?”
He nudged my thighs farther apart and settled himself into the cradle of my hips. There was no way I wanted to have this conversation lying in bed naked with him. I needed to be fully clothed and standing. Actually, I preferred to have this conversation never.
I still hadn’t answered him when I felt his hand move between us, not stopping until it was between my legs.
“Mm. Wet already,” he groaned. “Tell me what you get, Doll.”
How embarrassing.
His hand disappeared and the broad head of his dick was now pushing inside of me.
“Do you get that things have changed?”
He pushed in a little more.
“Do you get that shit got complicated?”
He was inching his way inside of me and it was frustrating as hell. I lifted my hips, trying to get him to give me more, but he pulled back.
“Answer me, Tatiana.”
“Yes, I get it.”
He slammed home and my breath was caught in my throat. Damn, he felt good.
“Why aren’t you moving?” I complained.
“Do you get that this got serious before we left Bahrain?”
I was having a hard time comprehending what he was saying.
“What?”
Brooks slowly pulled out and eased back in. Over and over. His unhurried strokes were building something deep.
“I’m not letting you go after this mission is over.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You’re staying with the team.”
“Okay.”
He hadn’t stopped moving, not his cock as it tunneled in and out of me. Not his hand on my face that caressed my cheek, and not his other hand that was flexing as he held my thigh.
“Brooks,” I panted. “More.”
The force of his thrust increased and my orgasm was approaching.
“I’m falling for you,” he whispered.
“Okay…What?” I tried my best to focus on his face through my haze of desire. “What did you say?”
He dropped to his elbow, giving me more of his weight. “I said,” he started, and kissed my forehead before he continued, “I’m falling for you.”
My rapidly-beating heart was now threatening to seize. “What does that mean?”
“Haven’t you been listening?” He smiled.
“Um. No.”
“I’ve been talking.”
“For future reference, if you want to have a talk where I pay attention and participate in the talk, you shouldn’t have it while you’re fucking me.”
“I’m not fucking you, Doll.” Now I was really confused. And the orgasm that had been building was retreating. “This is us, talking about something important while we make love.”
“Make love?”
“I’m speaking English, baby.”
“I know that—” Brooks slammed into me, cutting off my snarky comment. “Oh, God.”
Gone was the leisurely pace. My back arched, my hips lifted to meet him, and my orgasm was racing forward.
“You gonna stay with me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Not good enough.” He slowed. “Tell me.”
“I’m gonna stay with you.”
“I’m not gonna let you go,” he warned.
“Okay.”
“Tatiana, I’m gonna hold you to it. You’re mine.”
He pushed his face into my throat and kissed me there.
I couldn’t help it, I snapped. I loved the feel of his mouth on my skin, his weight and heat surrounding me—overwhelming me.
I felt safe and protected. Wanted. Sexy.
Loved. My hands groped at his back trying to find purchase, my ankles crossed, and my heels dug into his lower back.
“I’m falling for you, too,” I told him.
Brooks went wild. It was fucking beautiful. If this was what he called making love, I prayed he wanted to make it every day. One orgasm broke and his mouth slammed down on mine, swallowing my screams. He didn’t stop to give me a second to catch my breath before he started building another.
I wrenched my lips from his and begged, “Baby.”
All he did was growl and speed up his pace. Sweet Jesus, I was going to die.
“One more,” he demanded. I tried to shake my head no but he wasn’t having it. “Come on, Doll. You’re close. Just let go.”
“I can’t.” And I couldn’t—it was too much. He was building something big. Way bigger than an orgasm. He was building hope and need. It was too scary.
“I swear. Swear it, Doll, I will catch you. I’m there with you. Let go and fall.”
I had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about my orgasm, though I couldn’t stop that, either. I toppled over the edge, my pussy convulsed and endorphins flooded my system. The pleasure was intense, but the swelling in my heart was bigger.
“Okay, Brooks,” I moaned and let go.
Either he’d catch me or I’d fall fifty stories to my death.
Only time would tell.