Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,49
her face as I watched her from the bed. Was she panicking because they were late or was the regret from last night starting to hit her full force?
I couldn’t tell, but I knew that I didn’t feel an ounce of it. If I regretted anything, it was that I had ever pushed her away.
Being with Brooke was far more than I expected.
Everything about her was. Last night was more than just sex. Bringing her here was more than just a fucking deal that the two of us made.
I had never wanted to please a woman as eagerly as I had last night. Never had my own pleasure been so dependent on someone else, and even though I probably should have hated it, I didn’t.
I just wanted more.
She had tried to run from the room without a word or even a sideways glance, but I wasn’t having any of that shit. I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward me, and she fell into my chest as a loud huff left her mouth. I didn’t care if she was late or if she was confused or irritated. There was no way in hell that she was leaving my room without me getting another small taste of her.
I pressed my lips against hers before she could object, and her body melted against me. I could feel half of the anxiety leaving her body, and I hated that I had made her feel this way. If I treated her better before, she would never be questioning what I wanted from her now.
She glanced up at me with so much hesitation still in her eyes before she pushed away from me and left the room without a word.
And I was going crazy.
I knew what last night felt like to me, but I had no idea what she was feeling. We had both been drinking, not that I was blaming our decisions on the alcohol because I would live last night again over and over. But would she?
Here she was already spending a week of her life with me to what? Lie to my fucking parents because I couldn’t just admit that I hadn’t found anyone that interested me in the least? Well, that was a lie. Brooke had always interested me.
I had just been too big of a fool to realize it.
But staring at her now at this wedding, where she laughed next to my mom with her blond hair curled and pushed back out of her face, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t seen it before.
I was a damn idiot.
I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. “Want to dance?”
She looked at me over her shoulder, a smile still on her face from whatever she and my mom were talking about, and she nodded instantly.
Her hand slipped into mine as I stood, and I pulled her along with me to the dance floor. She had on a floor-length green dress, and it fit her body like it was made for her. Her shoulders were bare and still kissed from the sun from her time here in Tennessee, and I suddenly realized that her shoulders were my favorite part of her body. It was weird. I had never been attracted to someone’s shoulders before, but with her I was. I was attracted to everything. Every single inch of her.
She wrapped one hand behind my neck and pressed the other to my chest as I pulled her against me.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
She rolled her eyes playfully as I moved us around the floor. “Only like a hundred times. Was the sex that good?”
She grinned and I knew this was her way of trying to not make a big deal of what happened last night, and I would let her have it.
“It was.” I nodded and tightened my hand on the small of her back as I spoke only for her to hear. “Who knew we’d be that good together?”
I felt a tiny shiver run through her body, and it made me want to rip that damn dress off her body and take her right there. I could practically see the thoughts running through her head. She was trying to think of what to say to me. The clever, witty Brooke McCarter was so good at deflecting, but I didn’t want her to deflect this. I wanted her to admit that last night was more than just amazing sex for her.