Second Chance Mess (Bad News Billionaires #1) - Lucia Jordan Page 0,47
of being a gentleman. But when she straddled me and rocked her pelvis against mine, all of my higher-level thought flew out the window.
God, I had missed her so much. All of her—her laughter, her critical conversation, the way her eyes filled with wonder when she tipped her head back to look at the stars, and yes—making love to her, too. I had been keeping myself away and keeping myself focused on building her surprise and getting her diamond that looked like a fallen star. I had stayed homed-in about all the things that would culminate into a great and wondrous moment in which she would be surprised, and she would see all that I had been working on to prove how much I cared for her.
I hadn’t planned on coming to get her out of jail tonight, and I hadn’t planned on this moment in the car. If it had been anyone else, I could have easily brushed it aside, but not with Brooke. With her, when she touched me, I lost all control. She pushed me past the point that I could resist. If this was a test now, a test of how well I could deny her, then I was going to fail it gloriously.
“What are you doing?” I asked her through panting breaths.
“I’m seducing you,” she said as her tongue slid into my mouth.
She wrapped her tongue around mine at the same time that she wrapped her hand around the swollen mass between my thighs, and I couldn’t do anything but moan from the sheer overwhelming sensation of it. I tried not to move against her, but that failed, too, as I found myself reaching my arms around her and pulling her tightly against my body. I felt her hands twist in my hair as our mouths crashed together in a feverish frenzy. I wanted her so badly that I was shaking.
Brooke lifted herself up from the seat and slid her pants off one leg at a time before coming to sit back down on top of me. I ran my hands up along the inside of her shirt and undid her bra so that I could feel her soft breasts cupped within my hands. This was not an all-night, love-making under the stars kind of moment. This was a moment of heated and impassioned intensity that came from denying each other and trying to stay apart when there was something stronger than both of us pushing us together.
Brooke reached into my pants and pulled me out of my clothes. Her fingers around me made every muscle in my body quiver. I lifted her hips gently and then set her down onto my lap again as I slowly pushed up into her body. I groaned with the feeling of intense and incapacitating pleasure and felt as if I could almost burst inside her with that single motion. Then, I started to move inside of her until she reached down to still my hips.
She lifted my arms up beside my head and held my hands there with hers as she kissed me and took the lead. Her slow and tantalizing movements against me were so deep and so purposeful that I laid my head back and arched my back against the seat as she made love to me.
I may have been older and more experienced than Brooke, but I had never had a woman make love to me like that. When I lost all final control and erupted inside of her, my body convulsed in such an intensely pleasurable way that it nearly hurt. When we were both satiated, she stayed on top of me for a moment, and I held her in my arms and kissed the top of her face as we both tried to catch our breath.
“Was that a test?” I whispered to her.
“Yes.”
“Did I fail it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t keep myself from wanting you.”
A part of me was truly scared for what she was going to say now. I was worried that she had been right, that I only wanted sex, and that this was over. After all that I was doing and planning for her, this one moment in the car might have ended it all, and I would never forgive myself for not having the willpower to withstand the temptation of her to such a fault that it destroyed a future of being with Brooke.