Page 38 of Endlessly Yours
“You like that?” I asked, meeting her gaze.
She nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes. Because it’s you.”
I didn’t know how to take that or why either one of us was being so honest after all this time, but instead, I leaned into it and took her mouth again.
“I’m so thankful you are wearing a dress right now,” I murmured as I slid my hand up her bare thigh. She shuddered in my hold, and I looked at her lower lip before biting down.
“Brooks,” she breathed.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
And when my hand met the tiniest piece of fabric ever, I groaned.
“Part of me hoped you weren’t wearing panties. The rest of me is damn happy you were considering there were other men in that room.”
“Possessive, are you?” Rory asked as she ran her hands up and down my chest.
“You haven’t seen the half of it.”
I took her mouth again before I ran my hand around her thigh and my thumb over her sweet heat.
She shivered in my arms, and I smiled against her.
“Look at you. Your panties are already damp. Is this for me? Is your pussy wet because of me? Tell me the truth.”
“Only you. You know that.”
“Good.” I bit her jaw as she pulled my shirt up so she could run her hands up and down my back, touching skin.
I let out a groan at her touch and let her explore as I slid my thumb over her cotton-covered slit.
“Do you want my mouth or my cock. How do you want to come, baby?” I asked, my dick so hard that I knew I’d have indentions from the zipper later.
“I’m greedy. I want both.”
I shifted my other hand so it wrapped around her neck, my thumb lifting her chin up so I could meet her gaze.
“You are greedy. What if I want your mouth? Are you good at sucking cock, baby? Would you mind being on your knees, getting a little rug burn there as I slide my cock in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours?”
I had always talked dirty in bed. It was what I liked. I could barely remember if I had talked dirty that first night. But from the way that Rory’s pupils dilated, she liked it.
And I wasn’t about to stop.
“From what I can remember of your cock, I don’t think it’s all going to fit down my throat,” she teased.
“Such a good girl. We’d find a way to make it work. A little training and you could swallow my dick. I promise you.”
Her eyes darkened even more, and I leaned down to capture her lips.
“Maybe next time. Because I want to come inside that pussy of yours. You okay with that?”
She nodded. “I don’t have a condom,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry. I do.”
I had been carrying one with me ever since that kiss in the closet before. Because I was a damn asshole who couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself. Even though I told myself I wasn’t going to touch her again. It was all a lie. It had to be.
She pulled up my shirt again, and I took a step back, pulling it off my body with one quick motion.
