Unexpectedly You

This guy should not have messed up my plan. He wasn’t even on it.
It’s not her I’m still getting over, it’s our split. The way we split. It’s the idea that you can turn your heart over to someone and they can destroy you for it.

I say it, but I’m still trying to rip his shirt the rest of the way off. I’m pulling his face up to mine. I want him so bad. Every freaking part of him. I’ve never been so hungry to make love in all my life. But… “I don’t…I can’t…I’m not wearing my…sex panties.”He laughs against my lips, but his hands don’t stop undressing me either. “What the hell are sex panties?”“You know,” I say, finally getting his shirt over his shoulders. “The lace panties girls wear before sex. I’m still wearing my business panties.” I kiss my way down his bare chest, gripping the muscles on his arms. Rock solid. Damn. He pushes another button through its hole on my shirt, kissing the top of my head as I try to travel back to his lips. “I don’t give a shit what kind of underwear you have on, Brooke. They won’t be on you much longer.”