Love's Suicide (Love's Suicide #1)(26)

When his hand traveled between my legs, I gasped, accepting his touch and affection. Brooks drug his lips over my skin, moving slowly down my arm, while brushing my sex lightly on the outside. I could feel his hot breathing as he moved and it caused my nipples to harden, as if the room was cold, but it wasn’t.

He kissed my hip and I looked down to watch what he had in store next.

I knew what he was going for; what he wanted to do to me, and my body began to shake. I was in awe of this man and offered him all that I had, without shame or regret. We’d both wanted this for too long, and after denying ourselves that kind of pleasure, we’d lost all self-control.

Brooks watched his hand rubbing my *. His lips separated and I watch as he licked them. He was so close that I could feel the air coming from his mouth.

He kept his eyes on me and brought his lips to my moist skin. I felt his chin dragging over it and my head fell back, unable to control the overwhelming desire. He was about to lick me, and as I watch his tongue come out of his mouth, I could feel myself beginning to float, as if his pleasing me caused us to levitate in the room.

Brooks brought me to the brink and then back again. He was skilled in what he did and I’d never felt so satisfied before. His mouth was created for the purpose of bringing me to ecstasy and I was losing myself in it each time.

When he finished, he kissed his way back up to my lips. I was ready for more, and our first kiss led to me wrapping my weak legs around his back. I could feel his hardness pressing against my sex, begging to be inside. Without him asking, I moved my hips and felt it there, perfectly positioned. My body pressed once more against his and it inched inside.

Our kisses got harder, and I opened my eyes to watch the waves of pleasure hitting him as if it was his first time ever experiencing a woman. His tightened brow told me that bliss had been found and when our lips stopped touching, he dug his teeth into my shoulder, I knew it was too intense for him to handle.

I grabbed his face and forced him to look into my eyes as he pushed himself all the way inside of me. I rocked my body against him by using my legs and feet that were placed around his back. “Don’t stop, Brooks.”

He kissed me again, this time holding his lips over mine while keeping our eyes in a constant stare. I could feel his trembling over mine and felt the most emotional connection to him. “I love you so much,” he whispered over my lips.

I reached one hand up and ran it through his short hair. I could feel myself losing control, coming to a moment where I felt like my soul was leaving my body. I clung to him as he brought me to euphoria, again. Then I watched him, losing himself inside of me, filling me with so many years of heartache. I held onto him, not willing to waste any of the love he was filling me with.

It was beautiful and I knew I’d never experienced anything like it for as long as I would live.

When we’d rested, it happened again and then once more until the rising sun was peeking through the curtains. I’d given myself completely to Brooks and it had been more than I ever anticipated. Years of pent up feelings rushed through us, until we’d finally stopped fighting it.

I knew then that my heart belonged to Brooks. It had been him all along, but I was too na?ve to let myself admit it. We’d been cheated out of our chance, and once we stopped battling what was right, the truth had set us free.

Afterwards we lay there naked, wrapped like a pretzel together. The covers had fallen off the bed, but we didn’t need them. The heat still radiated off of us. Brooks brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it a dozen times. I moved it away, touching his face and staring into those blue eyes.

We’d made beautiful love and had been so caught up in each other. I hadn’t taken a moment to accept that this connection between us was going to end again, before we’d ever have the chance to see how good it could be.

Then I started to cry.

Brooks wiped away my tears. “Please don’t do that.”

“I can’t help it,” I sobbed. “It was a mistake. It was all a mistake.”

Brooks sat up and looked at me like I’d just stabbed him. “Us? This?”

“No. Branch. Being with him was a mistake and if I’d just admitted that a long time ago, I wouldn’t have to say goodbye to you.”

His eyes filled with raw emotion. “What are you saying, Kat? Are you still marrying my brother today?”

I shook my head. “No. I can’t marry Branch. I couldn’t live with myself and how I feel about you. He deserves to be with someone that isn’t hiding the fact that they’re in love with someone else. I know it doesn’t make what we did any better, but he should have known this would happen, eventually. I mean, did he really think this would never happen? Is this why he kept us apart? Did he do this to us, Brooks?”

He tightened his lips and I watched tears falling down his face. “I’m sorry, but all I heard from that was you saying we couldn’t be together.”

“You know it isn’t possible. What we did will destroy the family.”

“Last night was the best night of my life. I won’t regret it, and I won’t let you walk away from this. I’m tired of letting him have you. He doesn’t deserve you. I deserve you, Kat. You’ve always been mine and you know it. How could you lay there saying you can’t be with me?”

I shook my head and cried harder, feeling his pain and knowing that his heart was also breaking. “I’m sorry. I can’t look at your parents knowing what I’ve done. All these people are here to see me marry your brother and I’m in bed with you.”