Deadly Obsession by Kris Norris

to deny her request. He’d spent too many nights dreaming of touching her again, and he wasn’t about to pass up any opportunity.
    “Relax, baby,” he breathed, dropping his hand again, following the soft line of her hip until he reached her mound. Her breath hitched and her grip tightened as he slowly lowered his finger, dipping it through her delicate folds until he could slip just the tip inside her.
    Brooklyn hummed in his ear, trying to deepen the penetration, but he kept it light, just teasing her with the soft press of his hand on her clit as he gently moved his finger back and forth through her channel. He didn’t know how long she’d last, or if she’d even come before exhaustion claimed her, but he couldn’t rush his movements, secretly wondering if this was his last chance to feel her against him…hear her breathy little mumbles as he brought her to a gentle orgasm. She nipped at his lobe when he pulled back, and he heard his chuckle rumble through her chest.
    “Okay, baby. Just rest against me, and I’ll ease your ache.”
    She snuggled closer, notching her head into his shoulder and resting the weight of her leg completely on his hip. He smiled against her hair, tracing his finger up her slit and softly circling her clit. A hushed gasp breathed across his chest, her body rolling gently against his. He kept his motion slow, wanting her to come, but afraid she’d hurt herself if she moved to quickly. He shifted his free hand down to her hip, holding her tight as he increased his pace, rubbing her clit with firm strokes.
    Brooklyn pressed her head against him, straining to move her hips when he felt her body tense. She gasped once, then moaned, arching her head back as her climax washed over her, drenching his hand with the evidence of her release.
    Gage growled, gathering as much juice as he could on his fingers before lifting them to his mouth, savouring her sweet flavour. Brooklyn watched him from behind lowered lids, her eyes glassy and dazed. He smiled as the tension eased from her body, a soft sigh trembling from her lips. He leant forward, taking her mouth with his, knowing she’d be able to taste her cream on his tongue.
    Brooklyn whispered his name, straining to deepen the kiss. She inched closer, brushing her tongue against his when her grip in his hair loosened. He smiled. Despite the arousal still coursing through her body, the desire he’d seen in her eyes and felt in her touch, she was drifting back towards sleep.
    “It’s okay, darling. Sleep. We’ll talk later.” He wanted to say he’d love her later, but the words wouldn’t form on his tongue right.
    “Please don’t go.”
    Her words were slurred, but there was no mistaking the neediness in her voice. “I’m not going anywhere. Just sleep.” He gathered her back in his arms, draping her body across his again. “I won’t let him hurt you. Never again.”
    “I love you.”
    He smiled at her soft words, so faint they’d been more like a wish than a statement. “Me too. Now sleep.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Brooklyn sat in the bed, her back cushioned against some pillows. She’d only been awake for an hour, but already her limbs felt heavy. She cursed, hating the weakness creeping through her body. It wasn’t like her to just sit around, and the waiting was driving her crazy.
    Sam had returned as promised, a couple of sandwiches tucked inside his jacket. Both he and Gage had insisted she eat one, and had sat there watching until she’d gulped down the last bit. Now they were huddled on the couch, talking in hushed whispers, as Sam flipped back and forth through his notepad. It was almost as if they’d forgotten she was there.
    “Are you two finished gossiping yet?” she asked.
    Sam looked up at her, closing the pad. “Was there something else you wanted us to do?”
    “Not particularly. It’s just, your constant whispering is annoying. Either talk so I can hear you, or don’t bother talking at all.” She could hear the