Page 46 of That: Taylor & Brooks

“Last chance to back out. Because if we leave right now...”

He didn’t finish. Didn’t have to.

Instead, she crashed her mouth against his, kissing him so deeply that her knees buckled, balance be damned. And like usual, Brooks was there, steady, strong.

The music thumped around them, but all she could hear was their heartbeats, pounding. All she could feel was him.

“I don’t want to go home,” she whispered.

That was all he needed to hear. Without another word, Brooks grabbed her hand and led her through the club, his grip firm, possessive, making it damn clear what was about to happen next.

When they made it outside the cool night air hit her skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire in her veins.Before she knew it, Brooks had her pressed against his car, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip. She prayed he didn’t ask her anything because she was liable to say yes to anything he asked of her. She was gone and the liquor hadn’t helped. After her fifth shot, she stopped counting.

“Taylor, you ain’t playing with me, are you?” He asked. “I’d really love to find out what that pussy tastes like.”

Her mind raced no one had ever spoken to her like that. He could talk like that to her all night for all she cared. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. “Well, you can’t do that here,now can you?”

She enjoyed herself tonight and didn’t want to overthink it, didn’t want to talk herself out of what her body had been craving. She was done being cautious. The lying in bed at night wondering what his touch felt like hsd worn her out of. They'd ended every evening with nothing but heated looks and lingering touches that left her wanting to call him to come over. Brooks Bishop had been patient, treating her like something precious when she needed it needed it the most.

She didn’t want to be porcelain anymore. Didn’t want to be the good girl with boundaries.

Tonight, she wanted to belong to him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he whispered against her lips.

After all this time of wanting her, watching her from a distance, dreaming about how she might feel in his arms, he still couldn’t believe that one phone call led to this.

“Tonight was amazing. Thank you, I had so much fun,” Taylor said, trying to steady her voice despite hisfingers drawing lazy circles on her knee.

“I’m glad you had a good time. You deserve that. But the night ain’t over,” he grabbed her hand from her lap and kissed her knuckles, eyes on the road but his mind clearly elsewhere. Mind on all the things he planned to do to her. She was about to come out of her shell one way or another.

Brooks smirked as his house emerged from the darkness, modern and imposing with its clean lines and dark stone. Before she could change her mind, he was at her car door, pulling her close like distance offended him.

“You know you mean something to me, right?” He expressed softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He loved her thick, full hair. “This ain’t just, ya know.”

“I know,” she whispered, understanding exactly what he meant. This wasn’t just lust and sex between them it was something deeper, something that had been building since he’d shown up for her. She was aware and not denying it. At least not tonight. She’d worry about tomorrow, when it arrived.

The moment his front door closed behind them, the energy changed. Brooks had her pressed against the wall, one hand cupping her face while the other gripped her ass cheek possessively.

For a moment, he just looked at her. God didn’t make any mistakes on her. She was a rarity in many ways, and he appreciated that about her.

Brooks was clear about what this was for him, but he couldn’t say it. Taylor was still a runner at the end of the day. However, tonight, he didn’t want to miss the chance to be between her thighs. If she ran so, be it.She’d be back, he could promise that. He just hoped she didn’t. God, he hoped she didn’t.

The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, testing. But when she exhaled into his mouth, Brooks snapped. His kiss deepened, hungry and demanding, still somehow tender. He wanted her in the worst way and he planned to take his time.

She melted into him, her fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. Brooks kissed her again showing her just how bad he’d been starving for her. His teeth grazed her lip, and she responded with a low moan that startled them both. She hadn’t been kissed silly in ages, if ever.

Brooks pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged.

“Damn, love,” he whispered.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this since I picked you up,” he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below her ear.

Her nails sank into his shoulders as his hand slid higher.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with yearning but still checking to ensure she was still with him. “We can slow-”

She cut him off with another kiss, this one desperate and demanding.

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