“Show me how much you like it,” he said on a husky rasp, his hips hilting forward so he brushed against her parted lips.
Happy to.
She extended her tongue, swirling it around his head before parting her lips and taking him all the way inside her mouth.
“Ah. That’s it,” he said, the fingers on her hair becoming a bit rougher. “That’s it, baby. Oh God.”
Brooke loved him with her mouth, alternating between slow, savoring sucks and teasing flicks of her tongue. She laved the underside of his steel-hard cock with her tongue and coddled his balls with one hand, which caused him to emit a low growl. He had her head with both hands now, and sensing that he wanted to take control, Brooke stilled so that he was using her mouth, his hips doing all the work as he plunged in and out.
“Damn it, Brooke. I can’t—I’m going to—”
She nodded, wanting it. Wanting the taste of him.
But even as he swore, he was tugging her to her feet, capturing her chin with his thumb and forefinger and stamping a hard kiss across her lips.
“I need to be inside you. Now.”
Brooke didn’t have to be told twice. She took his hand and led him to the couch, holding his gaze as she walked backward.
“Here?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.
In response, Brooke quickly kicked off her shoes, stripped off her pants and underwear, and then very slowly knelt on the couch so that she was facing the window, her forearms resting on the padded couch arm as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
Seth needed no further invitation. His eyes traveled the line of her bare ass and hips before his hand reached out and followed the same motion, palming her butt as he knelt behind her.
“You need to be taken on the couch, baby?” he murmured, running a palm down her spine before resting it in the small of her back and pushing down slightly so that her ass tilted up to him.
Her only response was to circle her hips so that her butt pressed against him suggestively, and he groaned, sliding a hand between her legs and stroking her clit as he lined up against her opening.
“You better be holding on,” he said roughly.
And then he plunged forward in one hot, firm stroke.
Yes. Yes, this is what she wanted. Needed.
Seth’s hands found either side of her hips, holding her still as he withdrew slowly, only to push forward hard and fast, just the way she wanted it.
“Harder,” she said, her head dipping forward, her hair falling in her face. “Take me harder.”
Over and over he slammed into her. He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. She rolled her hips, arching back to meet his every thrust.
And though it was good—damn good—she couldn’t resist taking more. Her hand slid down between her legs, stroking herself in tiny circles.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out, his pace quickening. “I wish you could see yourself like this. Watching you in the reflection of the window . . . I thought nothing could beat your mouth, but this is better.”
Brooke snuck a glance over her shoulder, and the savage look on his face was all she needed to explode, this orgasm even more intense than the last one.
“Fuck,” he said as she began to clench around him. “Fuck.”
She felt him jerk, felt his fingers dig in hard to the soft flesh of her hips as he came inside her in a heart-stoppingly perfect moment of intimacy.
Brooke collapsed face-first onto the couch, and Seth fell with her, carefully maneuvering them so that her back was to his front.
It should have been awkward. Her with her shirt and no pants, him with his pants around his ankles and his shirt half-unbuttoned.
But neither seemed to care as he slid an arm beneath her head before the other came around her and pulled her even closer.
She opened her mouth, desperate for something witty to say. A casual little quip like the women of Sex and the City always had at the ready.
But she didn’t want a quip. Wasn’t sure she wanted casual, either.
Hell, Brooke wasn’t sure what she wanted.
All she knew was that she didn’t want him to leave.
Chapter Twenty-Six
SETH WASN’T ENTIRELY SURE what he was expecting from a private investigator.
A Hawaiian shirt, maybe. Or perhaps a cheap leather jacket and sunglasses worn indoors. An off-the-rack brown suit that was too big in the shoulders.
But whatever it was he was expecting, it certainly