Here, she could release her busy mind’s overwhelming urge to pick everything to pieces. Here, she could just be, feel, live. Her heart thumped, moving blood to her intimate places. Her breathing deepened and slowed, drawing his essence into her.
Again, she broke the kiss, stepping back so she could reach the buckle of his belt, where it dug into his skin. She manipulated the leather through the metal that clasped it. The button of his jeans surrendered easily to her questing fingers.
Kenneth’s pants sagged to the floor, and he stepped free.
Brooke led him toward the bed.
He acquiesced without hesitation. Tossing the comforter aside, he stretched out on the sheet in his underwear, his arm up under his head. Then, he waited, watching what she was going to do.
Brooke released the button
