13. Smitty #3
She raised her hand, raked her fingers through my hair, and pulled me closer as she returned my kiss with fervor.
I’d suspected that the chemistry we had back then was still there.
I’d felt it lingering under the surface since that day on the lake, and if this kiss was any indication, it was stronger than ever.
Damn. I couldn’t believe how incredible she felt in my arms. We were both becoming lost in the moment when I broke free from our embrace. I looked down at her, and when our eyes met, I said, “Tell me you want this… Tell me it’s not too soon.”
“It’s not too soon.” She looked at me with lust-filled eyes, making me want her even more as she whispered, “I want you… I always have.”
And just like that, the last of my restraint vanished. I pulled her back to my mouth, and she let out a needful moan when the once tender kiss quickly changed, becoming more intense and heated. She opened wider, inviting me to claim her with my mouth.
Brooke felt so fucking good in my arms. She always had. My hands drifted to her hips, pulling her closer, and when I felt her press against me, I started thinking about all the wicked things I wanted to do to her. Holy hell. I needed to get a fucking grip. But she wasn’t making it easy.
I could feel the need radiating off her as she whimpered against my lips. As much as I wanted to take her right then and there, I wasn’t going to push. I couldn’t do that to her.
She was the one with the complicated life.
She had someone else to consider.
So, she would have to take the lead, at least to start.
It was the only way I’d know for sure that this was something she truly wanted.
We continued to kiss, and as I held her close to my chest, the moment I had waited for finally happened.
She shifted her hips, grinding against my growing erection as her heated moan shuddered through her chest.
It was a familiar move. I knew what it meant, so I gave her hair a gentle tug as I lowered my mouth to her ear. “Need you to be sure about this.”
Her eyes met mine as she placed the palm of her hand on my cheek. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve always been sure.”
“Brooke.”
“If you’re having doubts, then…” she goaded.
“Never doubted this for a second.”
“Good, because I’ve missed this… I’ve missed having your hands on me.”
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I was done. I leaned in and kissed her once more, long and hard. Her hands dropped to the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. I watched as her hungry eyes dropped to my chest.
She ran her fingertips over my muscles and traced the lines of my tattoos before dropping her hands to the waistband of my jeans. She made quick work of my belt and fly, then started to tug at my jeans. “We should take this to the bedroom.”
She nodded, then stood and took my hand, leading me down the hall to her bedroom. As soon as we reached the bed, she turned to face me, slipped her arms around my neck, and drew me close.
My lips met hers in an explosive kiss, so eager and full of hunger, and every touch of her tongue only made my need grow more intense. She felt so fucking incredible. Hell, it was all I could do to keep from losing it right then and there.
I lifted her into my arms and cradled her against my bare chest as I lowered her onto the mattress.
Brooke lay perfectly still as my hands reached for the waistband of her leggings, slowly easing them, along with her white lace panties, down her long legs.
With every inch of exposed skin, I could feel the blood surge to my cock.
My voice was strained with need as I whispered, “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
Brooke’s eyes never left mine as she slipped off her top. I ran my fingers along the lace cup of her bra, and her back stiffened with apprehension. I didn’t want to move too fast, so I took my time shifting the soft fabric from her breast.
I kept my eyes trained on hers as I took her nipple firmly in my mouth, and she arched towards me, letting me know she wanted more as I swirled my tongue around her sensitive flesh. Damn. She felt so good, tasted so good. It was nearly impossible to keep myself from completely losing it.
I trailed my mouth down past her navel, and her moans filled the room as I kissed and nipped at her soft, delicate skin.
I settled between her legs, and her breath hitched when I slipped my finger deep inside, rubbing against her G-spot, slow and steady.
Her little sighs and whimpers urged me on as I nipped and sucked along the inside of her thigh, just inches away from where she really wanted me to be.
“Brayden,” she fussed as she lifted her hips.
Giving her what she pleaded for, I clamped my mouth down on her clit and moved my finger back and forth, grazing over her g-spot. I knew I was giving her exactly what she needed when her head thrashed back and she shouted, “Oh, God... Yes!”
“That’s right. I know what you want.”
I continued teasing that spot that was driving her to the edge as I tormented her with my tongue.
She whispered my name over and over as she spasmed around my fingers.
She was still in the throes of her release when I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and grabbed a condom.
I looked down at her, and the way she was looking up at me almost felt surreal.
I’d come here hoping to spend time with my daughter and maybe get some answers. Instead, I’d found something I’d stopped believing existed.
I’d found my way back to the woman I’d never stopped loving. I knew tomorrow would bring questions. Explanations. Decisions. Possibly more heartache.
But tonight, she had chosen me.
And I intended to spend the night and, everyone after, giving her reason to believe that she’d made the right choice.