I cross the room in quick strides, grabbing her face and kissing her harshly. She moans and melts in my arms. The bitter scratch of tequila bursts in my mouth.

“You make me feel crazy,” I tell her.

“Good. You fucking deserve it. I only wanted sex, and now I’m completely screwed. I have no idea what to do with this, you jerk.”

I laugh, taking her mouth again. My tongue moving against hers. My hands roaming down her back and cupping her arse.

“Should I have told you my intentions? Would you have agreed to this if I did?”

“I don’t know.”

We stare at each other. Brooke frowns, her hand flattening to my chest.

“I love how this happened, Mason. How you got me here. I wouldn’t want to change any of that. You made falling in love with you so easy, I didn’t realize I was doing it until it was too late. I think if you would’ve given me a heads up about it happening I might’ve told you to fuck off, and I don’t want to imagine not knowing you. You’re my best friend.” She stands on her toes and kisses me. “And I’m yours, I think.”

Sighing, I crush her against me. “You’re mine. Fuck, you’re everything, Brooke. Tell me again.”

“I love you.” She squeezes my neck, sucking on my lip. “I love you, and I’m not scared. I’m not. Just don’t let go of me, okay?”

“Never.” I bend down and kiss her neck. Her hands curl around my waist. “Touch me.”

“Where?”

“You know where.”

She laughs softly. “Mm. Okay, um, can you . . .” With shaky hands, she tugs at my shorts. Her breath bursts against my hair. “Pull it out?”

I turn us, backing her up until her legs hit the bed, my mouth still savoring her skin.

She sits on the edge and peels off her shirt, keeping her eyes lowered and focused on my hands as I jerk down my shorts and boxers, kicking them off along with my runners and pulling off my socks. I grip the base of my thick length, stroking it a little, watching the lust bloom in her eyes and her pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.

I stare at her full tits, pressed high together in a black lace bra. Her nipples hard against the sheer, see-through material.

“Do you want to see them?” she asks, unhooking the clasp around her back. “I think you do.” She slides the straps down her arms and drops the lingerie onto the floor near my feet.

“Fuck.” I step forward, reaching for her hand. “Touch me.”

She wraps around my cock and tests her grip, giving slow, gentle tugs, her usual urgency for my body vanished. She looks timid.

I moan. My legs feel ready to give out. Just her hand and I’m struggling not to break.

“Mason,” she whispers, lifting her gaze as she swipes her thumb across the head. “How bad have you wanted this? Show me.” She leans forward and licks a drop of precum off my dick, watching me.

Owning me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

How bad have I wanted this? She’s about to find out.

“Baby. Come here.” I grab her legs and hoist her up the bed until she’s stretched out on her back. Topless. Her tits bouncing lusciously with the jerky movement. Her dark hair fanning against my sheets just like I’ve imagined countless times.

Beautiful.

I pull off her shoes and socks, kissing the tops of her feet. I tug off her jeans and panties. I look down at her, my girl, naked, stretched out on my bed. Giving me this.

Giving.

Me.

This.

Fuck me. Moving here was the best damn decision of my life.

With my hands spread on her inner thighs, I push her legs open and lay my body between them, my cock rubbing against the mattress. I finger her slit.

“I want you so fucking bad. This. I want to taste this before I fuck it.”

“Oh, God,” she moans as I slip a digit inside, my lips toying with her clit. I suck it into my mouth and she shudders.

“I’ve dreamed of you in this bed, just like this, moaning for me while I lick you here.” I palm her arse and move my face between her legs, roughly consuming her. Getting her in my throat the way I like.

She arches off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheet and tugging my hair, mumbling incoherent words between obscenities.

I suck on her lips, dragging my tongue between them. Up and down, slowly savoring her.

“So wet. You’re dripping down my chin, Brooke. Do you like that?”

“Shit.” She digs her heels into my back. With heavy-lidded eyes, she watches me rub my nose against her clit and fuck her with my tongue. “Mason, please.”

“I want you,” I tell her.

She swallows, nodding. “Yes.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Anyone.” I slip three fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.

Fast. Faster.

She writhes against the sheet and grinds on my palm, moaning and softly begging.

“Please, yes, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, God, fuck.”

“I ache for you. My body. My soul,” I whisper against her clit, licking it gently. “I lie here every night thinking about you. Getting off to this. Your body. This sweet little cunt. Fuck, Brooke. You have no idea how badly I want this. I can’t put it into words.”

She strokes my cheek, gasping. “Show me. Make me,” her eyes roll shut. “Come. Make me come.”

“Like this?” I ask, not waiting for an answer as I move my fingers in and out of her, sucking on her smooth pebble of nerves with earnest until my cheeks hollow and she cries out above me, whimpering a mix of my name and more and fuck, over and over and over.