She should have roiled with anger or at least have rushed to correct him, but the urge didn't strike her. Instead, a fresh wave of need swept through her and she arched her back, hoping that he'd slide his finger lower and sooth the growing ache between her thighs.
"Tell me you're mine," he said.
"I—" She stopped. It was so hard to think, hard to talk.
"Tell me. And then you can have me."
"I'm yours."
It happened so quickly that she nearly lost her breath. In one moment, his hand was on her, gently stroking her mound and the small patch of hair above it, and then there was a tear of foil and the shifting of the world as he filled her up.
She held her breath as her body stretched to accommodate his enormous length, but with every inch the pleasure was that much keener. That much more intense.
The world split apart as he thrust into her deeper, pushing himself to the hilt. Until she was sure she could hardly breathe. And then he pushed deeper still, like he might go on forever.
He was all around her, his lips against the shell of her ear, the rough pad of his thumb teasing her clit, and then the rest of him, pulsing in and out of her in a way that was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
That was so much better than anything she’d felt before.
She moaned and he pulled away almost completely, but she reached for his bicep and pulled him close to her again. She wasn’t going to back away this time, and neither was he.
Not now that she knew how he felt. How he made her feel. He smiled down at her, then pinched her nipple and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
He plunged again, and this time it felt as if the world had split apart. It was so fast and deep and intense. The way he filled her, the weight of his body on hers, the intimidating feel of his muscles.
“Damn, you feel incredible,” he ground out.
"So do you." And he did. He didn't even have to move to make her writhe with desire, and already she was arching into him, trying to bring him even deeper.
She buried her lips against his neck, peppering him with kisses as he cupped her breast and then squeezed.
She was already so close, so near the breaking point that she knew just one more push off the edge would do it. Once they found that angle, she'd close her eyes tight and lose herself in the contracting of her muscles as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body.
And she would have let it go. Dropped off the edge into the abyss if she’d had anyway of knowing if this might be their only time together. As it was, though, she wasn’t going to waste a single moment by rushing to the finish line.
But then her lips met his again and she knew she couldn’t hold back. Not with the way his soulful blue eyes gazed down at her.
Something was happening here, just as it had last night, and when her tongue swept out to meet his, push and pulling in time with the thrusts of their bodies, she knew this wouldn’t be their last time together.
It simply couldn’t be.
Because whatever Brooks was—whatever he had been—he was different now. He was hers.
And just like that, she was coming, hard and fast and so intense that she sucked in breath for dear life. The ball aching want splintered inside of her then shot out to her every extremity, exploding into warmth and light and sound.
Her heart might beat out of her chest, but right now it felt like a fair trade, and even trade.
Because when the final ripples of her orgasm began to fade? She got to look into Brooks’ eyes and watch him do the same.
Chapter Nine
Brooks tapped the little bell on the receptionist's desk and Linda looked up, already red-faced and flustered.
"Mr. Adams. She bum rushed me. I didn't even say anything and she--"
He held up a hand. "It's okay. Thanks for trying. Did you get the card?"
"The card? Um, no. I didn't think it was right to--"