NOT A SLIVER OF AIR remained between Brook and Kyle, as his arms pinned her body tight against his.
Laps of his tongue treated the flesh at her pulse. Nips of his teeth. Suckles from his lips. All while, over and over, he drove his hips upward, into her, the humming of his body matching the purr within her own chest, the entire scenario one they had played out many times before.
Never, though, had she seen his guard quite so lowered. His resolve so thoroughly snapped.
Rather than be afraid of the unusual strength he so often held back, Brook found herself endeared to his undercurrent of vulnerability and only wanted him more.
Clutching harder at his shoulder, she threaded the fingers of her other hand into his hair, whispering his name against his ear. In a need to see him, she urged h
