“Are you aching?” I ask, moving back so I can strip out of my clothes that suddenly feel stifling.
“Touch me, please.” I don’t want to just touch her; I want to imprint myself on each and every inch of her. I don’t want to just taste her; I want to devour her.
Her eyes blaze as she watches me climb onto the bed in front of her. As much as I’m craving to taste her again, it’s her mouth that calls to me right now. Pushing my way between her thighs, I slide my hands underneath her back. Unhooking her bra, I slip the straps down her arms before removing it completely. My mouth finds hers, sucking her tongue deep. White hot heat fires in my veins. How have I lived without her? Without her soft warmth in my arms? Nothing has ever come close to feeling like this. Nobody else's taste has ever ignited inside me like this.
Brooke’s hips lift, searching for me, for the relief only I can give her. Her hands haven’t stopped moving over the hard planes of my back, down my ass, and up into my hair. She feels as frantic as me right now. Kissing my way down her jaw, I leave a trail of open kisses, soft nips, and tasting licks on my path to her chest. Once there I don’t waste time—I go straight for her nipples. Pushing her tits together, I show them both equal amounts of attention. Deep sucks, long licks. I don’t stop until they are both rosy pink and soaking wet.
“Tuck, please.” Brooke’s quiet moan has my gut clenching and my painfully hard cock jerking in anticipation. Will she moan when I sink deep inside, like she used to? Her nails dig a scorching trail as they rake up my back.
“Are you ready for me, my sweet Brooke?” I ask as my fingers find their way between her thighs.
Hot, wet heat. Sliding inside of her, Brooke doesn’t hesitate to ride my hand. I need to see this, see her lose herself for me. I’m up on my knees, three fingers deep inside her, and the thumb of my other hand rolls over her primed clit. I watch, fascinated by how her body reacts to my touch. What we had before was amazing, but we were two kids learning each other's bodies. This is a whole other level.
Her eyes slide closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Head tipped back to the soft mattress, her heels plant in the bed as her hips move to match each thrust of my fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, but she’s too lost to hear me. She starts to flutter around my fingers, the tell-tale sign she’s about to come, and come hard.
“Don’t stop.” She gasps as her body coils tighter and tighter.
“Never,” I promise, knowing I'll do whatever it takes to keep it. That’s all it takes for her to let go. For her beautiful body to twist and convulse as pleasure overtakes her. Shit. The urge to come without even getting inside her is overwhelming. The wait for her to come back to earth is agonizing, but I need her here with me the first time I slide inside. I need to know she’s aware of what this means to me.
“I want you inside me.” Clear blue eyes flutter open as she makes her breathy declaration. I’m over her in a flash, and she welcomes me with zero hesitation. Running my hands over her ass and down her thighs, I hook her behind her knees, shifting her legs to wrap around my waist.
Brooke shocks the shit out of me when she reaches down in between us and curls her tiny hand around my cock. My hips move reflexively, pumping into her tight grip. “Faster, baby. I want to feel you,” she murmurs hotly against the skin of my neck where her head is currently buried deep. Wrapping my hand around hers to slow her torturous movements, we both guide my cock to where it needs to be.
I feel it before the first inch is even inside her. Finally, everything falls into place. All the pieces of me that have been scattered are finally coming back together, and I know with unerring certainty, this is where I belong.
She is where I belong.
She lets me worship her for the rest of the night. I take my time, re-learning all my favorite parts of her, and she does the same with me. When she falls asleep in my arms, I hold her as tightly as I can. This is new for us. We might have stolen nights when we were kids, but lying to your parents so you could spend the night in sleeping bags in the back of a beat-up old truck is not the same as having her here, naked and in my arms with every glorious inch of her pressed close to my side.
I've had this dream. I've imagined having her here. But nothing compares to actually living it.
I’m scared to let myself slip into sleep.
What if I’m just dreaming again? What if I wake up and none of it was real? The soft whisp of Brooke’s breath against my chest is the reminder I need. She’s here, giving me the second chance I need to make sure she never walks away from me again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BROOKE
“This place is gorgeous.” Clutching my coffee cup tightly, I wander around Tucker’s apartment.
“Hmm,” is his non-committal reply as he makes us breakfast. I didn’t have time to notice it when I got here last night, but now I’m seriously impressed. The open floor plan makes the place feel huge. The first thing you see when you walk
