sexy, part of living through an East Coast winter, but Seth didn’t seem to mind as he palmed her ass through the thin material with warm hands.
“I knew you would feel this good,” he said against her mouth, his teeth nipping lightly against her upper lip as he squeezed her flesh.
“Skin on skin would feel better,” she said, her head falling to the side so he could nuzzle her neck.
“Yeah?” he whispered against her throat. “You want my hands on you?”
He sucked at her skin, and Brooke whimpered.
Seth continued to knead her flesh through her leggings as she slid her hands down, tugging his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, sliding up under his undershirt until her palms met his bare skin.
He groaned softly, and Brooke smiled in victory. “You see? Better.”
Seth’s mouth slid back up to meet hers at the same time his hands slid even lower, scooping under her butt and hoisting her up. Brooke instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms winding around his neck.
“All right, Baldwin. You win,” he said gruffly, kissing her before easily pivoting, supporting her weight as he carried her into the bedroom. “Skin on skin it is.”
She expected him to deposit her on the bed, but he stopped just beside it, letting her body slide down his before he reached down and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
“Um . . .” She gave the lamp a skeptical look. She was twenty-eight, not eighteen. Things were mostly firm, but not bright-light toned by any stretch of the imagination.
Seth’s hands cupped her cheeks as his lips drifted across her temple. “I want to see you.”
Brooke’s eyes drifted closed as he kissed her slow and sweet, and she felt herself nod in agreement. Because she wanted to see him, too.
He nudged her back to the bed, and without speaking, they both went through the awkward, unsexy process of removing their shoes. Brooke peeled her leggings down her legs and tossed them aside as Seth shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on a nearby chair.
Their eyes locked and Brooke swallowed nervously, but before nerves could take over, he stepped toward her, hooking his hands behind her knees and lifting her feet to the bed. His blue eyes stayed locked on hers as his palms slid up along her thighs, bunching her dress up around her hips.
His eyes drifted downward to the small triangle of her panties now exposed to his hot gaze.
He dragged the knuckle of his forefinger over her, feeling her wetness even through the fabric of her underwear, and her head fell backward, hitting a feather-soft pillow.
“You’ve been thinking about me. About this,” he said, repeating the motion with his finger. “For how long?”
She didn’t respond, and he withdrew his hand. She raised her head and glared in protest and he lifted his eyes. “How long, beautiful? How long have you been thinking about me touching you there?”
Brooke reached for his wrist, wanting to put his hand back between her legs, shocking herself with her boldness, but he resisted, dragging his fingers along her inner knee instead. “Something you want?”
“Damn you,” she muttered, her head falling back on the pillow. “The whole time, okay? Since the day I first saw you. The first moment.”
His eyes heated, but instead of replacing his hand, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, dropping to his knees as he dragged them down her legs.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said roughly before grabbing her hips and dragging her toward the edge of the bed.
Seth shoved her dress upward, and then his face dropped between her legs before Brooke had the chance to register what he intended, and the soft slick of his tongue felt too good for her to do anything but lie there and enjoy it.
“Oh my God.” Her fingers scratched helplessly against the comforter as he opened his mouth on her, licking her in long, hot strokes. “Seth.”
He groaned in response, licking faster as he slid a hand down, one finger easing inside her. Her hips bucked at the invasion, and he looked up, his eyes holding hers as he slid the finger all the way in, stroking her once, twice, before adding a second finger.
His tongue never stopped its idle stroking as he pumped her with two fingers, and the orgasm built until all rational thought fled and instinct took over, her fingers tangling in Seth’s hair as she held his face to her and