Page 108 of Fire in You

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t make a sound as he dragged his thumb up the center of my core, circling the center of nerves. A wicked grin appeared on his lip as he leaned in, replacing his thumb with his mouth.

“Brock,” I cried out as he sucked—sucked deep and hard, drawing me in through the thin material. “Holy . . .”

He chuckled against me, and the rumble stole my breath. “You liked that, right?” He inched his fingers around the band. “I bet you will love it without these in the way.”

Oh God.

I didn’t have to respond, because we both knew the answer to that question.

My breath caught as he brought his hands down, taking the flimsy panties along with them, baring every inch of my skin. Brock rocked back on his haunches and looked up at me.

I fought the urge to cover myself.

He’d seen a lot of me, but not all of me, and this was my first with him, with anyone. Ben and I never really got fully naked. A bra stayed on, or a shirt. It was always dark, and he never, never looked at me like Brock was.

Like he wanted to eat me up.

I was soft in all the places he was hard, a lot softer. When I sat, there were most definitely rolls in places you really didn’t want to think about, but as he slid his hands down my arms and over my waist to my hips, he didn’t seem to notice or care.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and he spoke the words like he meant them. “Fuck, I could come just looking at you.”

That sounded doubtful, but I liked hearing that. No, Ilovedhearing that.

Brock rose fluidly, dragging his hands up my legs and then over my waist. “Stay here.”

I did as he ordered and watched him back up. He never took his gaze from me as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small foil package. He tossed it on the bed. Still holding my gaze, he undid his pants and stripped down until he was as naked as me, and . . .

Oh my God.

I felt a little dizzy.

His body was beautiful, an artwork of color and designs, of dips and planes. I’d felt him before, knew that he was very well-endowed, but I still marveled on how he wasthatthick andthatlarge. It was rather impressive. His cock twitched as I stared.

“I like that,” Brock said in a deep, husky voice. “I like you looking at me.”

The breath I took didn’t go very far as I forced my gaze to his. “You say I’m beautiful, but you . . .”

“I’m what?”

There were no words.

Walking to where I stood, he placed his hands on my hips. There was a glint to his deep brown eyes and a tilt to his sensual lips. The tips of my breasts grazed his chest. He lowered his mouth to my left ear and said, “I cannot wait to be inside you.”

I shivered as my eyes drifted shut. “Don’t wait.”

His cock jumped against my belly as he drew his thumbs along my jaw, tilting my head back. Fueled by his response, I said, “I don’t want to wait another minute.”

He made the sexiest sound ever as his hands clenched my hips. “Damn . . .”

Brock kissed me, slow and deep, drawing out a pulsing ache between my thighs as he turned me. He walked me backward until my legs touched the bed. With controlled pressure, he guided me down so I was sitting. I opened my eyes as his mouth left mine.

I stared up at him, breathless.

Smiling, he cupped one breast and smoothed his thumb over the rosy nipple. My heart was racing as he placed one knee on the bed. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. He was like hot steel covered in silk. I explored him from base to tip, marveling at the feel of him.

Brock groaned as he picked up the condom. I stroked him until he caught my wrist, pulling my hand away so he could slide the condom on. I scooted away from the edge, leaning back on my elbows in the bed.

His gaze flicked up, meeting mine as he rose over me. He stopped at my thighs, kissing me as he nudged my legs further apart with his shoulders. His mouth crept and I felt his tongue along the seam of my thigh.

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