Slowly he presses his finger inside me until it’s buried to the third knuckle. Unconsciously, my inner muscles clench around him. As good as it feels, it’s nowhere near the girthy size of his cock. I need more.
“You’re so turned on, you’re practically dripping.” He pumps his finger a few times before dragging it from my body. The moment he pulls out, I feel bereft. Empty.
“How much do you want it, baby? How much does this sweet little pussy need to be filled?”
Whatever escapes from me is an incoherent babble of consonants and vowels all mashed together.
The smirk grows. “That much, huh?”
Before I can say anything more, his mouth descends, closing over me. My eyelids feather shut as a throaty moan escapes. The ring drags across my skin before circling my clit.
That’s all it takes before I’m exploding like a firework.
33
CROSBY
Since I’ve pushed off giving Brooke my digits with the whole my-phone-is-busted excuse, I rap my knuckles against her apartment door. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to tell her that she already has my number and explain the situation. The only alternative I’ve been able to come up with is to change it, and I don’t really want to do that. Although, honestly, that might be for the best.
How many people do I actually care to hear from?
Probably a quarter of the ones who bother my ass.
Before I can knock for a second time, the door swings open, and Brooke stands across from me in a soft looking black sweater that hugs her curves, a brown suede skirt that hits mid-thigh, and tall black boots that end above her knees. There’s only about four inches of tantalizing skin visible.
Have I mentioned how much I love those boots?
If I’m lucky, she’ll let me fuck her in them later and nothing else. The thought has me popping a boner. Since that probably won’t go over well with the ’rents, I force it down. With her looking damn near edible, it’s not easy.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hi.” She beams before closing the distance and feathering her lips over mine. It’s not nearly enough.
When she attempts to retreat, I grab hold of her and reel her to me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She squeals when I bury my face against the side of her neck and nip at her throat. “Stop it or we’ll be late.”
“Is it really a big deal if we keep Elaine and Garret waiting ten or fifteen minutes?” I ask, warming to the idea of a quickie to hold me over.
She pulls back just enough for me to see one brow rise. “Is that all it’ll take?”
When I bare my teeth and bite her neck again, she dissolves into giggles. “Crosby!”
Before she can fight her way free, I drop a kiss against her forehead and allow her to escape unscathed. As she swipes her purse from the small table in the entryway, her expression sobers. I know exactly what’s going to tumble from her lips before it has a chance to burst free.
“Are you sure about this?” She steps closer before placing a hand on my chest and dropping her voice. “I won’t be mad if you’ve changed your mind and want to bail. Promise.”
I nab her fingers before bringing them to my lips and pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “I’ve already told you that I don’t mind tagging along, and I meant it. There’s no need to try to talk me out of it.”
Her shoulders loosen as a smile of relief curves her lips. “Okay.”
Even though she was fighting my hold only moments ago, I tug her to me and wrap my arms around her. The way she fits perfectly against my chest makes it feel as if she were made especially for me.
If any other chick inspired these kinds of emotions, I’d probably freak out and ghost her ass. With Brooke, it only solidifies that I’ve already spent too much time fighting my feelings, and I’m done with that.
After a few silent moments, she tips her head until she can meet my eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m forcing you into this dinner, that’s all.”
“You didn’t ask, I offered,” I remind lightly. “End of story.”
“Okay.”
“You ready to get your sexy ass moving?”
Brooke huffs out an exaggerated breath before a chuckle slips free. “Not really. I’d much rather stay here with you.” Heat fills her eyes. “Preferably naked.”
I give her a wink. “If you play your cards right, that’s exactly what will happen after.” My gaze drops to her long, lean legs. “And if I play mine right, you’ll leave the boots on.”
Her eyes widen, sparking with interest. “Ohhh…kinky. I like it.”
“Trust me, I’ll make sure you do.”
With that, I capture her fingers and pull her from the apartment. It’s apparent from the way she drags her feet that she doesn’t want to go. Hopefully, she’ll feel a little better with me by her side. Speaking of which…