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“I watched youmarryanother man, Naomi. If you knew the willpower it took for me to sit through that ceremony and not storm out…” He shakes his head. “I’ve been jealous for years and now you feel a little bit of that. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I like knowing that you have strong enough feelings for me that you’re jealous of my past.”
I pout a little. “I don’t like this feeling.”
“Good thing is, neither of us will have to feel it ever again.”
Damn him and his good answers.
“Now. Do you have any other questions? Or are we able to get to the good stuff?”
“Show me what you got.”
“Challenge definitely accepted.”
Talking time is over. I no longer care to know the details of his past because, well, he gave me what I needed to know.
And clothes are no longer necessary.
We’re panting, trying to continue kissing as we’re eagerly undressing each other. Pushing pants down, cursing when our legs get tangled, fumbling with my bra hook.
We lie beside each other, my leg over his, our arms around each other, mouths fused together as if we fear separating. And I do. I don’t want this feeling to end. It’s too amazing.
His hands run the length of my back and down under the fabric of my underwear, squeezing my butt. The feel of his calloused hands against my skin has me seeing stars. Rough against my soft.
Brock moves down my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin and sending shivers down my spine. His mouth is on a mission. Tasting and licking every inch of my body and I’m the lucky recipient. His palm cups one of my breasts, testing the weight and giving it a gentle squeeze before sucking the tip into his mouth.
My body spasms at the contact and I moan so loudly, I’m afraid my neighbors can hear me.
He lifts his head and gives me a little smile and in a gruff voice says, “Found another sweet spot.”
“Sen…sensi…sensitive.” I’m squirming but damn if it doesn’t feelamazing.
“I gathered,” he murmurs, continuing to suck and nip at the tip.
“Holy sh…sh..it, Brock. Don’t stop doing that.”
He only stops to switch to my other breast and it feels just as amazing on the right side as it does on the left. I dig my fingers into his scalp, scratching and holding him close then rub down his back, using the pressure of my fingers to keep him in place.
Brock is apparently a boob man, giving lavish attention and not coming up for air. I don’t mind one bit, though. Especially when his fingers join the party, slipping under the thin material of my panties and expertly finding the spot Wyatt struggled to find.
I immediately banish the thought of Wyatt from my head and focus only on Brock.
On the way he’s making my body feel.
Alive and buzzing with excitement.
He kisses his way down my body, his tongue swirling around my belly button before raising his eyes to look at me as if he’s asking for permission.
I nod vigorously and he chuckles against my skin. With a quick tug, I’m completely naked and don’t have a chance to feel self-conscious because he’s diving in. With the first swipe of his tongue, I scream his name, gripping the comforter so tightly I’m surprised I don’t rip it. Holy hell. If I thought what he was doing to my breasts was life changing, I wasn’t remotely prepared for the mind-blowing experience of having Brock between my legs would be like.
He takes his time, learning what I like but since he’s a quick study, discovers quickly that he’s going to drive me right to the edge with his slow, teasing licks before sucking and nibbling at my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Don’t stop,” I repeat myself. I’m shamelessly begging for more. Crying out his name and singing his praises – well deserved praises.
Brock pushes one finger inside me, curling it in a come hither motion as he continues to suck and that’s when I see stars, lose all control of my body and mind. I’m yelling his name now, louder than I’ve ever been but I’m too lost in the sensation to be embarrassed.
When I’ve come back to earth, he crawls up my body, his lips shiny with a smile of satisfaction.
I thread my fingers through his hair and bring his face down for a kiss. He groans when our lips tangle and I reach between us, pushing his boxer briefs down his thick, muscular thighs.