Page 11 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Brooks
In the Ocean, Nov 1812
After she told him about getting taken away from him again, he could take it no longer.
No one was going to touch his wife and that was final.
He found her. After all these years of aching loneliness, of wishing he could find the one woman meant for him, he found her.
And damn it, he was not letting her go. No matter what her parents did or said.
He would do his best to protect her from them if it was the last thing he did.
Pulling her close to him, Brooks kissed her. Twining his tongue with hers.
She moaned and it made him go hard. Completely.
Lifting her from her feet, she gasped, and he stopped kissing her when he put her down on the bed.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
She blushed, “I want to see you too.”
Brooks took his waistcoat off, and then his shirt. She made a mewling noise and he looked down at her.
She had her hand to her throat and swallowed, hard.
He looked down at his chest and raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
He knew there were scars, some here and there, but not many. Not nearly as many as Burk, nor Aidan.
She shook her head, “You are so handsome. Perfect. I feel as if this is a dream.”
He grinned. And walked toward her, “Do you wish to touch me to see if this is real?”
She nodded and his grin widened. She reached out with shaking fingers and touched his stomach.
It jumped under her fingers and he sucked in a breath.
She explored his hard stomach and touched each raised muscle in his hard stomach.
“I had no idea you had this under your clothes until you climbed the rigging the first time, and let me tell you, I wanted to touch you so badly and was so scandalized by my thoughts.”
He laughed, “I only take off my shirt so you can see me, I know it is not what a gentleman would do, but I will not apologize for it. Now, you got to see me, I do believe it is my turn.”
She swallowed hard and turned, letting him see the laces she had on her dress.
“How did you get this done up?”
She giggled, “Rhia helped me.”
He kissed her neck softly, “You look beautiful my love. My sweetness and heart.”
She sighed and he finished unlacing her gown and pushing it from her shoulders.
She turned, and he had to suck in a breath. She was only dressed in her chemise, a corset and her drawers.
Her breasts were full and pushed high, and he could see how tight her nipples were.
