Brooks wasn't sure he was surprised by the fact that Mor knew exactly where his bedroom was. A little annoyed perhaps, but he was too distracted by her lack of clothing to really pay it much attention. He really was going to have to do a better job of warding the property against intruders.

Her hands at the buttons of his pants were enough to distract him from those thoughts again and he mirrored the movements, impatiently tugging at the ties of her corset. The sooner he had her out of her clothes, the better. Corset undone, he pulled it off, trying not to hurry, but too heated to really wait. His hands moved next to the ties of her skirt, shoving them down. He pushed her backward toward the bed, skirts falling as they went. Brooks ran his hands up her thighs, under the chemise and across her skin, the feeling of it nearly sending him over the edge. This was like tasting the forbidden fruit, he just knew it. But if he was going to go out with a bang, he might as well enjoy it.

Once she was in little more than her chemise and drawers, Brooks pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. He leaned down to kiss her again, lacking any sort of softness he thought he might have once used with her. Guiding her toward the bed, he pushed her back onto it and bent to undo his shoes, adding those to the growing pile. For a moment, he looked down at her, caught between indecision of following through and what to do next. He knew if he asked her if she was sure the tension would snap and the moment would be lost, so he plunged ahead, covering her body with his, hands and lips roaming freely and greedily.