Page 85 of Fire in You

Living is all about taking risks.

Yes. Living was taking risks. Living was putting yourself out there, sometimes jumping without looking, but I had a safety net. Brock would catch me. I didn’t doubt that.

“Okay,” I whispered, feeling like I’d agreed to go skydiving.

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Thank fucking God.”

I giggled. He was really excited about going down on me. The humor slowly evaporated, because his mouth claimed mine once more, and it was hot and deep. His tongue slipped over mine and flicked the roof of my mouth. He kissed me until my head was spinning and I was melting in his arms. Then he moved, his lips coasting over my chin and over the side of my jaw that had literally been pieced back together. I started to stiffen, but I felt the tip of his tongue trace the line.

My fingers were going to rip right through his shirt as his mouth traveled down the side of my neck, blazing a trail of hot kisses. He nipped and licked as the hand on my thigh moved to my breast. The tips hardened, and I wanted more, wanted to be bare, but then he was moving again.

His hands dropped to my hips and he lifted me up, startling me with his strength. I was no small chick by any means, but he moved me around like I weighed nothing.

My back was on the floor before I knew it, wedged between the bed and surrounded by half built bookcases. He caged me in and I stared up at him with wide eyes, my pulse racing.

“I’ve wanted to do this for . . .” His hands dragged down my stomach, over the thin sweater I wore. He pushed up the material, exposing my lower stomach. “Hell . . .”

Emboldened by his stare, I wet my dry lips and asked, “How long have you wanted this?”

“Long enough that when I woke up last Friday and you were rubbing all over me, I wanted to get my mouth between these legs,” Brock muttered, hooking his fingers under the band of my leggings and tugging them down a few inches. He groaned. “No panties?”

My face flushed, but I lifted my rear when he tugged again and watched him rock back as he drew the pants down my leg. I had this horrible habit of not wearing undies when I was home and in leggings or yoga pants.

They ended up somewhere behind him.

And then he was staring at me, staring at the most intimate and private part of me. The look of stark hunger on his face stole my breath. Any thought of stopping him had dive-bombed out the nearby window.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a rough voice, and the way he said it made me believe he truly meant it. “So fucking beautiful.”

My heart slammed in my chest as his hands ran up the outside of my calves and then crossed over at my knees, slipping along the insides of my thighs. He stopped just before the crease between my hip and thigh, gently easing my legs apart. Cool air brushed over me, and my breath caught. Instinct demanded that I close my legs, but his heated gaze locked onto mine.

“I need to do this.” His voice rumbled through me. “It’s all I need right now.”

Drawing in a shallow, stuttered breath, I relaxed.

The promise in his gaze said I wouldn’t regret the decision. His head dipped as he kissed the space below my navel, and then he dropped lower, settling his broad shoulders between my legs, spreading me wider.

I couldn’t swallow or breathe as his lips moved against the inside of my thigh, leaving a wet path upward, closer and closer to where I throbbed. My hands flattened against the carpet. The hair on his jaw scratched my skin in the most amazing way.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured.

Completely exposed to his gaze, I trembled as his hand slid over my pelvic bone and dipped down. This was nothing like what we did in my dark living room. I’d donethisbefore. Twice. It really hadn’t done a thing for me, and I had never been able to understand why some women were so into it, but the intense way he focused on me without even having touched me there yet had already surpassed my past experiences.

He licked his lower lip as he looked up, his gaze piercing mine. “Do you trust me, Jillian?”

Oh God, my heart swelled in my chest so fast and so big it felt like I was going to float right off the floor. “Yes.”

Brock smiled at me and then he was on me. That was it. No warning. No fooling around. His mouth was on me, and the contact jerked my body. My back nearly came clear off the floor as heat flooded my veins.

His tongue dipped in, and the way he kissed me there was hot and wet and deep and shattering. His tongue moved like he’d kissed me earlier, slipping in and out until my head fell back, and I couldn’t watch him anymore.

I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair with one hand. He growled against me as my grip tightened. “Oh God.”

Raw and primal sensations pounded through me as my hips moved, meeting the strokes of his tongue, and when he stopped, I cried out in dismay.

Brock chuckled, and then I let out a strangled moan, because his mouth closed around the tight bundle of nerves as he worked a finger through the wetness and deep inside me.

“God,” I gasped out, incapable of saying anything else as I tugged at his hair.

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