went over the edge of bliss with an incoherent cry.
Seth stayed with her through every last shudder, pulling away only when every muscle in her body seemed to give up on her as she lay there bonelessly.
He wiped a hand across his mouth as he gave her a slow, sexy smile, and Brooke let out a husky laugh. “Looking pretty smug there, Tyler.”
He peeled off his undershirt, and as he lowered himself over her, all traces of drowsiness fled.
“How do you work such long hours and still find the time to make your body look like this?” she said, pressing a kiss to his pec as she rolled him to his back and climbed on top of him.
“I get up at four a.m.,” he said, easily adjusting his hips so that she straddled them.
She shook her head. “You and Alexis. Monsters.”
“You sleep late?” he said, rubbing thumbs along the front of her thighs as he held her gaze.
“If I can,” she said, feeling weird that it wasn’t weird that they were talking about this while they were half-naked.
“What about tomorrow?” he asked, the stroke of his thumbs against her legs changing direction so he now stroked toward her center instead of her knees.
“What about tomorrow?” she asked a little hoarsely. Talking was a lot harder when his fingers were so close to there.
The corner of his mouth quirked. “Can you sleep late tomorrow?”
“Um.” Brooke struggled to concentrate. “I think so? I don’t have my first meeting until ten, and it’s in Midtown.”
“Perfect,” he said. “Because I plan to keep you up past your bedtime. Now, that dress. Off.”
Brooke obeyed, but did so slowly, making him wait as her fingers drifted down over her sides, flirting with the hem of her dress before she very slowly eased it upward, over her head, and tossed it aside.
“That’s better,” he breathed, putting a palm to her back to steady her as he sat up suddenly.
His lips drifted over the curve of her breasts as his fingers unclasped the back of her bra before sliding it down over her shoulders and sending it in the general direction of the rest of her clothes.
“No fair,” she said, feeling suddenly shy. “I’m all the way undressed, and you still have pants on, and . . .”
Seth closed a mouth around her nipple, and she forgot all about what she was going to say, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding her hips down on his, releasing a guttural groan that should have embarrassed her but only made her even hotter for him.
He moved to the other breast as Brooke reached for his pants, grateful now for the light as she quickly managed to free him from the confines of his pants and briefs. She let out a satisfied whimper as she wrapped her palm around him, a sound that was quickly drowned out by his harsh groan.
“You like that?” she asked, pumping her palm against the silken firmness of his erection.
Seth’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw tense as he nodded. Brooke slid forward slightly, rubbing the tip of him against her opening, and his eyes flew open and locked on hers.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.
His fingers wrapped around her hips, lifting her up slightly and holding her still for a heartbeat before shifting them and pulling her down, easing her around him.
“Oh my God,” she whispered at the delicious friction.
Her eyes started to close, but he dug his fingers into her hips. “Look at me.”
She did, their eyes colliding as he sank all the way inside her. “This,” he said. “This is what this is supposed to feel like, Brooke.”
He was right. Brooke had always liked sex—loved sex—but while it always felt good, it had never felt like this before. This was like it was in the movies with both people wrapped up in each other, slow-motion, as some throbbing music wrapped around them.
Only there was no music. There was only the sound of their breathing, the slick slide of his body against hers, the way he whispered her name and the way she whispered his back.
He set both hands against her back, his mouth nudging her to lean back as he nipped at her breasts, alternating between teasing bites and slow, tender sucks.
Brooke’s head fell back, eyes closing as her hips moved faster and faster, lost in the feel of him on her—in her.
“Oh God . . . oh God . . . yes, right there . . .”