Chapter Twenty-Three
B y the time they left the fair, they were both exhausted.
Aiden drove home, Brooke dozing in the passenger seat beside him.
He’d had no hidden agenda for the night except to spend time with her and hope she had fun.
He’d accomplished so much more. They’d reached a point of understanding he could only have wished for a few short weeks ago.
His heart beat rapidly inside his chest at the thought of the progress they’d made together.
Brooke woke up as he pulled into the driveway, parked next to his father’s car and shut off the engine.
After they exited, they walked to the back of his car and he opened the hatch to grab all her goodies in his arms. The giant stuffed bear was soft and completely impractical, but once she’d said she wanted the massive thing, he’d been determined to win the ring toss game.
He’d spent more on tickets to play repeatedly than it would have cost him to buy the damn thing at a store.
But when he pointed that out, she playfully accused him of trying to take the fun out of the game. Of course, she’d been right.
They walked into the house, and she locked up behind them. Aiden plopped the panda onto the living room sofa. “I think we should leave this big guy right here. Then, everyone who comes to visit will know how talented I am.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “You’re such an arrogant show-off.”
He flexed his biceps and grinned. “Don’t act like you aren’t impressed.”
Her light laughter made his heart feel like it was somersaulting in his chest.
They walked upstairs, side by side. This was the part of the evening that he’d been anticipating.
He knew how she felt about staying in separate rooms, but his father and Lizzie were probably sleeping, and he refused to dwell on whether they were in the same bed.
Nobody would know if Brooke stayed with him and left before morning.
He paused outside their side-by-side rooms. Brooke turned to him with a shy smile on her face that made his blood run hot. She leaned against the door, and he rested one arm on the frame beside her head.
“Did you enjoy our first date?” he asked, his face close to hers.
“You know I did,” she said, her words coming out on a breathless sigh. Her lips parted, and her eyes grew dark. “I had a great time.”
Electricity crackled between them, his body buzzing with desire. His need had bordered on desperation before, charged by years of separation and a yearning that had seeped into his bones. What he felt now was a pulsing arousal that made him want to savor her. Every. Delectable. Inch.
“And how do you want the night to end?” he asked, all but holding his breath.
She bit down on her bottom lip, then placed her hands on his chest, running them up, over his shoulders, before hooking them around the back of his neck. “I want to end it in your bed.”
She lifted onto her toes at the same time he lowered his head and their lips crashed together.
He slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her as he guided her to his room.
He fumbled for the doorknob behind her until the door swung open, and they spilled into the room, breaking the kiss with laughter as they nearly fell to the floor.
They regained their footing. A soft golden light showered the room and allowed him to see everything, making him glad he’d left the lamp on his nightstand on. Brooke kicked the door shut with her foot and immediately pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor.
She wore a hot pink bra with a little bow on the front, the swells of her breasts spilling over the cups. “So fucking hot.” He slid his tongue over his dry lips and as he met her gaze, her eyes glazed over with need. Without missing a beat, she shimmied out of her jeans.
The panties matched the bra, and he wondered if she’d chosen the pair with him in mind.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she pulled off the hair tie and brushed a hand through the locks.
Her breasts swayed with the motion and all the blood in his body rushed south, his cock turning to steel.
“Are you going to just stand there watching me or strip too?” she asked.
The question kicked his mind into gear. Kicking off his shoes, he shed his clothes, leaving everything on the floor in a heap.
Her gaze on him, he grasped his erection in one hand, precum already leaking, and stroked himself while she watched. He refused to come without being inside her but holding back wasn’t easy. His lazy palming of his erection had her mesmerized and he didn’t want to disrupt the show.
“Take off your bra, sweetheart,” he said. “I need to see all of you.”
Brooke did as she was told, but she was no longer in a rush. She unhooked her bra but held it in place as the straps fell down her arms. With a playful glint in her eye, she stepped closer.
“Are you planning to be bossy all night?” she asked, looking at him like she wanted to devour him, threatening his control when he wanted this to last.
“Would you rather be in charge?” He barely recognized his own deep voice.
She smirked and gave him a small nod. “Lie down on the bed.”
This wasn’t what he had in mind, but he’d fucking take it. If Brooke would rather take control, he could use his mouth and hands to explore her body later.
He lay on the bed and as a reward, Brooke finally dropped the bra.
She slipped out of her panties next, leaving her naked as she climbed on the bed, leaning over him.
Her hair fell around her face like a curtain as she kissed his lips, then moved down his jaw.
She skimmed her lips over his face, arousing him even more.
He slid his hands to her breasts, tweaking and teasing her hard, rosy nipples.
He already knew she could come from this alone and doubled down on his play.
But Brooke wasn’t finished. She kissed her way down his chest and abs before she reached for his cock.
He jerked and a sharp hiss left his lips.
But Brooke kept going. She moved down his body, kneeling between his legs. With her eyes full of promise, she held his gaze while parting her lips and dipping her head to glide her tongue around the tip. A shiver ran down his spine, his hand coming to rest in her hair.
She took him inside her mouth and all thought fled. He couldn’t think and could barely breathe. Everything else became white noise. All that mattered was the raw pleasure he felt as she took him deep, the head butting up against the back of her throat.
Her hand gripped the base of his erection, and she pumped his cock, her tongue swirling around his length, as she gave him the best blow job of his life.
“Brooke.” He let out a tortured sound. “I need to be inside you. Bare.” He needed to feel her wet heat clasp him tight.
She released him with a wet pop . “I think I can manage that. I’m safe. Are you?”
He nodded and cupped her face in his hand. Eyes gleaming, she slid up his body until she straddled him, rose up on her knees, and positioned his erect cock at her entrance. She sunk down, burying his length completely.
He let out a rough groan, the feel of them truly connected one he’d never forget.
“Oh God, Aiden. You feel so good.” She began to rock her hips back and forth, her breasts bouncing, her desire obviously building.
He was damn close himself. Tightening his hold on her hips, he thrust up, meeting each downward motion of her pelvis, driving him deeper.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered.
“I feel it too,” she said.
As their rhythm increased, sweat slicked his skin. The sound of their bodies slapping together was erotic as hell. Aiden cupped her sensitive breasts, and she reached down, rubbing her clit, her moans coming faster.
Thank God, because he was about to explode. Pressure coiled inside him, and he grunted with each rough thrust up. “Come for me, Brooke,” he commanded, taking back control. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock.”
She let out a prolonged whimper. “I’m… I’m coming,” she said, falling forward and catching herself with her palms on his chest. And then he felt it, the pulsing contraction of her inner walls squeezing his dick.
Her climax tipped him over the edge and with his balls drawn up tight, he came hard and long. Nothing felt as good as Brooke, him bare inside her. He never wanted it to end.
Eventually, she slid off him and lay breathing heavily on the mattress at his side. Quiet surrounded them as he caught his breath, Brooke doing the same.
Needing a connection, he reached over and grasped her hand. She intertwined their fingers, and he knew. This was it for him. No matter what happened, there was no one else. He was already aware of his feelings, but this moment cemented them in his mind.
His love for her consumed him and he almost said the words. But for her, it might be too soon. When he admitted his feelings, it had to be at a time when she would believe him. Not in the aftermath of explosive, amazing sex.
Soon, he thought. He’d tell her soon.