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Drawing me close, he whispers in my ear making my skin tingle,"You're safe with me, Brooke. Always."
My response is to pull him closer to me, our bodies pressing together as we stumble onto the couch. Clothes start to fall away, hands exploring newly exposed skin. Every touch ignites a fire within me, burning away mydoubts and fears.
As Trevor's lips trail down my neck, I arch into him, lost in the sensation. At this moment, I'm not Sophie Quinn or Brooke Edwards – I'm simply a woman giving in to passion, to the promise of a connection I've denied myself for too long.
Chapter 10
Trevor
Ican feel the electricity building between us as we sit across from each other on the bow of the boat, the gentle sway of the water adding to the intimate atmosphere. Brooke and I have just finished a delicious dinner, prepared by my own two hands, which is rare considering my busy schedule at the hospital and lack of culinary experience.
The setting sun casts a warm glow over her delicate features, enhancing her beauty that I admire. Her long red hair, cascading over her shoulders, shimmers in the fading light, and her bright green eyes sparkle with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I know this moment is significant for us, and I want to make it perfect.
Brooke is a mystery to most, but here, with me, she is simply Brooke, a woman I am determined to get to know on a deeper level if she’ll let me. Our friendship has only been blooming for a few days, but tonight, I intend to take it further. I just hope we’re on the same page about that.
I watch as she toys with her wine glass, her slender fingers nervously tracing the stem. Her voice includes a shy smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Damn, she’s sexy as fuck and I’m sure she doesn’t even know it.
Leaning forward, I reach out and gently grasp the nape of her neck, my thumb brushing against her soft skin. I feel her tense for a fleeting moment before she relaxes into my touch, her eyes closing briefly as if surrendering to the sensation.
Our lips meet in a kiss that starts softly, a mere brush of lips, but it quickly escalates into something more urgent…more powerful. Her lips are warm and inviting, and I savor the taste of her, a mix of wine and desire. Brooke's fingers entwine in my hair, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I have kissed my fair share of women in my days, but this kiss feels different, more profound. It’s as if our souls are connecting through this simple act of passion.
Pulling away is difficult, but the need for air becomes pressing. We part, both breathless, our foreheads touching as we try to regain our composure.“Brooke, this is me about tonotbe chivalrous. Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this.”
"Trevor,"she whispers, her voice husky and full of want."I... I want this, but I'm scared of what’s next."
I understand her fears; after all, I have my own demons from past relationships, but something about Brooke makes me want to show her that she can trust me with her heart.
Drawing her closer, I whisper,"You're safe with me, Brooke. Always."My voice, usually confident and steady, cracks slightly, revealing my own vulnerability.
With that, she seems to let go of her inhibitions. Her hands move to my shirt, deftly unbuttoning it, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I help her slide the shirt off my shoulders. Her fingers traced the contours of my muscles, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sensation. Her touch feels like fire, and I want more.
I need to worship her body and show her how much I want her. My hands glide down her sides, resting momentarily on her waist before moving upwards to cup her ample breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. I feel her nipples hardenunder my touch, and a soft moan escapes her lips, encouraging me to keep going.
"Let's take this into the bedroom,"I suggest, my voice hoarse with desire. I stand, lifting her into my arms as she giggles, a playful sparkle in her eyes. The stateroom is only a few steps away, but I’m relishing the feel of her body pressed against mine.
Entering the room, I kick the door shut with my foot, never breaking our intense eye contact. I lay her down on the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I loosen the tie at the back of her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra and the smooth skin of her stomach. I lower myself over her, my lips seeking hers once more.
Our lips meet again, the intensity of our kiss fueled by our growing need that has been building between us all evening. My lips travel eagerly over her body, exploring every curve and crevice with fervent desire. I reach behind her back to unclasp her bra, revealing her perfect breasts that beg to be touched, sucked, and worshiped. I take one hardened peak into my mouth, sucking gently and eliciting a gasp from Brooke's lips. She arches off the bed, her hands gripping my shoulders as she loses herself in the pleasure I so desperately want to give her.
"Trevor, please,"she pleads, her voice thick with desire."I need you." I want to keep teasing her, to prolong this moment of anticipation, but my own body is just as eager as hers.
I trail kisses down her body, stopping to worship each of her sensitive spots with my lips and tongue. Her intoxicating scent of perfume and pure woman fills my senses and drives me insane.
With Brooke guiding me, I slip off her lacy panties, my fingers brushing against her slick wetness as she lifts her hips to help me remove the last barrier between us. I position myself between her thighs, feeling my throbbing cock pulse against her slick entrance when she stops me.
“Just so you know, it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone, and I just had my annual visit a few weeks ago and I’m clean and on birth control.”
Fuck! I completely forgot about using a condom. “We’re tested constantly at the hospital, and it’s been some time since I’ve been with anyone, too, but I’m sure I can find a condom if that would make you feel better.”
She shakes her head, “No. I want to feel you…all of you.”
“Are you sure?” Shit, she’s amazing. “I’ve never not used one before.” And that’s the truth…even all those years with Vivian. I suppose deep inside, I never really trusted her.
She gives me a small smile and looks away almost in embarrassment, “Me either.”
"Look at me, Brooke,"I whisper hoarsely, almost unable to control my own urges.
She opens her emerald eyes and the vulnerability and desire that I see there almost undoes me. "I want to see your face when I claim you as mine."
