Brooks took the butterfly and set it on the round coffee table before he reached behind Natasha’s head. His touch was simply erotic as he pulled her loose braid completely apart. He slipped his fingers into her hair and cupped the back of her head.
He didn’t seem inclined to break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it until her mind was flying and her thoughts and hormones threatening to spin out of control. But it was clear he was fully in control and he was going to hold her together despite the circumstances.
Circumstances that right now started to slip away to the back of her consciousness.
His stubble was harsh, abrading her skin until it felt raw. Somehow every brush, every touch, made her come alive in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. If she was honest with herself, he made her feel in ways she’d never felt before.
He slid his hand from her hair, trailing his fingers along the side of her neck to her throat. He skimmed her breast, the light touch through her flannel shirt sending tingles through her. She caught her breath when he cupped her breast. Even through the light flannel she could feel it as if the shirt wasn’t there, and more tingles shot straight through her.
His lips were firm yet soft. He broke the kiss and nibbled and kissed his way to her breast. She held her breath as he undid the top three buttons of her shirt. He pushed it aside, exposing her pink lace bra.
She cried out and slid her fingers into his hair when he wet the lace with his tongue. She arched her back and held his head to her breast.
Her body was on fire, her hips squirming. He slid her onto his lap, and she saw him wince and remembered his injured thigh. Still, he shifted her so he could suck her the pink lace of her bra. A moan rose inside her and escaped in a loud sound that spoke of how much she wanted him.
“I need you, Brooks.” Her voice was shaky. “Now. Please.”
He scooped her up, one arm beneath her knees, and one around her waist. He rose to his feet, easily bringing her up with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he started back toward the room they’d come from.
“Your room through here?” He carried her in that direction even as he spoke.
She kissed the line of his jaw as he entered the room. “First door on the left.”
He turned and swept her through the open door of her bedroom and carried her to the queen-sized bed. He set her on her feet beside the bed and he glanced to the window, which was covered by closed dark blue curtains. He turned his attention back to her and kissed her before raising his head.
“Are you sure, baby?” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “You regretted it the last time. No regrets allowed this time.”
“I didn’t regret our night.” She swallowed. “I was terrified that Mark would find out or already knew. I think if it wasn’t for the circumstances, things would have been a lot different.”
“In what way?” Brooks held her to him, their bodies pressed together. It was clear he was aroused, but he wasn’t acting on it in this moment.
She searched his gaze. “I think we would have eventually ended up in bed together, but in a much better situation.”
He smiled gently. “I think you’re right.”
She rose onto the toes of her Keds and kissed him again. He unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way as they kissed and pushed it over her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms and fall behind her. She toed off her shoes and kicked them aside. He reached around her and unfastened her bra, and she helped him pull the pink lace down her arms and it dropped to the floor.
Don’t miss the Lawmen Box Set along with Point Blank!