Chapter Fifteen
T he rational side of my brain was yelling every rational thing you would say to someone who’d lost their shit, but the emotional side didn’t give one fuck.
I was holding her in my arms and she’d agreed to give this crazy fucking idea of us a shot, and I just didn’t give a fuck about anything else.
I held her tight and kissed her.
I didn’t pay attention to the stiffness in her limbs, or the quietness about her, or whatever the fuck had happened at Dax’s.
I took her mouth, and she kissed me back. But before I could take it any further, she pulled back.
Her hand roamed down my chest as if she were pushing me away, but there was no pressure in her touch. “I’m tired,” she whispered.
Fuck, I was bone tired. But I was also ecstatic. “Come on.” I turned her in my arms. “Let’s get a few hours’ sleep and we can work out the details in the morning.”
“Okay.”
I loved the quietness of her voice. Everything downrange had a noise, and none of it was quiet or gentle. But her voice? It was both. She didn’t use her voice as a statement of presence, and she certainly didn’t pitch it to annoying-as-fuck highs like some women did. Despite the clothes she wore and the wildness of her hair, she was feminine as hell. Except when I was pounding into her, then her voice took on a sexy, throaty rasp that was one hundred percent wild, and I fucking loved it.
I tucked her into my arms and inhaled the sweet scent of her that was sex and spice and exertion, but all woman. “You need anything?” My head was so far gone over her, I’d fucked her twice and hadn’t attempted to clean her up, or shit, get her something to drink.
Her back to my chest, she settled against me. “I’m good.”
She was more than good. “Goodnight, Brookelyn.”
“Goodnight, Garrett Collins.”
I smiled against her hair. “What’s your last name?”
“You offered a woman your condo while you’re gone, and you don’t even know her last name?” she teased.
“I did, and I don’t.” I kissed her temple. “Dax knows it.” I told the nagging warning in the back of my head to fuck off. “But if you want to tell me….” Trailing off, I pulled her ass against my already half-hard cock. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I think I’ve had enough worthwhile for right now.”
No change in her tone, I didn’t know if she was kidding. “For real, you uncomfortably sore?” Her pussy had been tight as fuck. “I can put you in the bath.”
“It’s fine. I’m okay.” She paused, as if debating whether to say more.
Learning to read her, I waited.
She finished her thought. “But thank you for offering.”
I didn’t know why, but her thank-you hit my chest, and for a second, it made me sad as fuck. Inhaling, I shook it off. “Anytime.”
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” I tightened my arms around her and settled against the pillows.
I was almost asleep when she whispered once more.
“I like you, Garrett Collins.” She took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I really like you.”