Impulsively (Dante’s Nine MC #3)(26)
Author: Colleen Masters

“I could touch you all day,” he growls, lowering his lips to the naked, taut stretch of my stomach, “If I thought you could handle it, that is.”

“You don’t think I could handle you, Brooks?” I gasp, closing my eyes as he kisses the dip beside my hipbone.

“We’ll find out, won’t we? But if you can’t now,” he says, glancing up at me with those devilish eyes, “we’ll just have to keep practicing until you can.”

His deft hands slip up my arched back, snapping open the clasp of my bra. My breasts fall free as the garment slips away, and I let out a long breath as Brooks cups them in his hands. As he leans forward, I can feel the rigid length of him pressing hard against my thigh. Any cares about propriety fly out the window as I feel how hard he is for me.

“That feels so good…” I moan, as he rolls my hard nipples between his fingers.

“Just wait,” he grins, pulling me back up to sitting, “we’re just getting started.”

But just as I brace myself for the full force of his gorgeous body, he steps away. I blink at him, bemused, as he turns away from me.

“Brooks,” I exclaim, snatching up my fallen bra and sliding it back into place, “Where are you going?”

“Hopping in the shower,” he says over his shoulder, “care to join me, Red?”

My body is full to the bursting with wanting him. The second he steps away, I can see how insane I’m acting. Sprawled across the desk, waiting to be worked over by my very own biker boy…and not giving a damn how reckless I’m being. Mitchell said this whole thing is likely to be over in two weeks time, after all. That means there’s not a moment to spare if I’m going to get my fill of Brooks.

“You trying to drive me crazy?” I ask, stepping down from the desk.

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “Is it working?”

“I think you know that it is,” I shoot back.

“Come on then,” he says, “I’m not playing hard to get. I just thought I’d do you a solid and wash off the day’s work before I had you.”

He winks at me and disappears into the bedroom. I stare slack jawed after him as I listen to the shower turn on. As brave as I may be, I still have to admit to myself that Brooks is more man than I’ve ever taken on. What if he is too much for me? There’s only one way to find out, I suppose. Tentatively, I make my way across the suite, ever closer to the sound of running water. Kassie and Kelly won’t be back for hours. This is our moment.

I sidle into Brooks’ bedroom and spot steam spilling out of the cracked bathroom door. Padding across the room, I will my heart to calm down. It’s beating madly with nervousness and desire, as unreliable a compass as ever. Pausing outside the bathroom door, I take a moment to check in with my body, my gut, the only true guide I have. It turns out my body isn’t confused at all. It knows exactly what it wants, and it wants Caleb Brooks.

A warm wash of steam rolls over me as I step into the spa-like bathroom. The space is enormous and high ceilinged. A marble bath the size of a small swimming pool is built into the elegant room, but that’s not where my eyes are drawn to now. Instead, I stare at the articles of discarded clothing, leading me like breadcrumbs to the standing shower. There, encased in glass like the work of art he resembles, is Brooks. All of Brooks.

His muscular back is turned to me as he runs his hands through those dark curls of his hair. His broad shoulders ripple with power, his tapered waist giving way to the finest, firmest ass I’ve ever seen. Even his calves stand out in hard relief, carved and sculpted from hours of physical labor. I close the door with a snap behind me, and the sound catches Brooks’ attention. I hold my breath as he swings that gorgeous body around.

I’m frozen where I stand as I take in the sight of him. His firm, inked pecs, the perfectly cut abs that trail down his torso, the crooked smile fixed on his perfect lips…and the rock hard, staggering length between his legs. I stare unabashedly at his full, rigid manhood, standing at attention after our encounter just moments ago. I’ve never seen such an enormous, such a downright gorgeous member in my entire life. I didn’t even think it was possible to find a cock beautiful. And yet…

“There you are,” he says from behind the glass. Rivulets of water cascade down his perfect body as I look on in wonder.

“Here I am,” I say softly.

“Get in here, Red,” Brooks urges, “the water’s great.”

I swallow hard, forcing my feet to move forward. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never even slept with a guy on a first date. But I’ve also never really gone after a man I wanted. There’s a first time for anything, I guess.

My eyes are fixed on Brooks’ body as I approach. “You’re fucking perfect…” I breathe.

“If you think so, that makes two of us,” he laughs.

“Yeah right,” I smile nervously, “I’m anything but perfect, Brooks.”

He fixes me with an intent stare through the fogged up glass. “If that’s what you think, you’re crazy,” he says.

I shrug, embarrassed by his praise and unsure of how to proceed. My mind is fogging like the pane of glass that separates us. I can’t think straight when Brooks is right in front of me without a stitch on his body.

“Strip for me, Red,” he urges.

“Strip?!” I exclaim. “You want me to—?”

“What else are you gonna do, come in here fully clothed?” he laughs. “That’ll make what I have planned for us pretty difficult.”

I bit my lip, catching the hem of my tank with trembling fingers. I should feel silly, or self-conscious, I suppose. I’ve never stripped for a man before, not like this. But Brooks isn’t any man. And under the guise of Keira Campbell, maybe I have the courage to do what he asks…

“All right,” I breathe, drawing my tank top over my head, here goes—”

“Brooks?” a low voice calls from the main suite. “Dude, are you here?”

“Holy shit!” I squeak, letting my shirt fall back into place. “Is that Declan?!”

“I think so,” Brooks shrugs, eyes fixed on my body, “so what?”

“So what?” I exclaim, looking frantically between Brooks and the bathroom door.

“You’re still new to this life, Keira,” Brooks smiles, “but you’ll find in time that we’re not too shy around here.”