Page 11 of Forget

‘And taste.’ He lapped at her, as she marvelled at how he remembered her sensitive spot. The guy truly was a genius.

Her head fell back as he nipped her collarbone with his teeth, the fleeting sting of pain soothed by the return of his tongue. Man, that tongue. The thought of what was to come had her writhing against him.

‘Easy, sweetheart,’ he murmured. ‘Unless you want this first time to be fast?’

‘Fast is good,’ she gritted out as he traced the cleft of her ass with the barest fingertip through her panties. Thank goodness she’d had the foresight to take off the tight control ones. ‘The faster, the better.’

He chuckled, the deep sound rippling over her like a caress. ‘Okay then.’

He stood so abruptly she almost fell, but his hands under her ass tightened and she clung to his neck.

‘Put me down, you’ll hurt your back.’

He ignored her warning and hoisted her higher, making her squeal. He must work out these days because she weighed a freaking tonne and he carried her with minimal effort.

‘Are you nuts? You’ll get a hernia—’

‘You have a rocking bod and I don’t want to hear any of that self-conscious shit, okay?’ He nudged open a door with his foot and entered a bedroom as big as her apartment. ‘I loved your body at uni and from what I’ve imagined beneath that hideous black dress it’s just as sexy now, so quit it.’

Yeah, he definitely had a knack for making her feel good and when he placed her gently on a king-size bed she wanted to hug him.

He towered over her, his frown formidable, but nothing could detract from the lust blazing in his eyes.

He was seriously into her and nothing was more empowering.

Bracing on her elbows, she nudged him with her foot. ‘If this dress is so hideous, why don’t you take it off?’

‘Oh, I intend to,’ he said, moving towards a side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, five in total.Wowza, what a way to break her drought.

‘You planning on using all those tonight?’ She held her breath as a wicked grin alerted her that she’d like his answer very much indeed.

‘I’m hopeful.’ He dangled the string of condoms in front of her, swinging it side to side like a pendulum trying to hypnotise her. ‘Very, very hopeful.’

She laughed. ‘Why don’t you start by stripping for me?’

The last time they’d done this she hadn’t seen enough. She’d been too discombobulated, first by his comforting after she’d revealed too much, later by the fact he wanted to have sex with her. Also, she’d insisted on darkness, so had only seen his body in shadows.

Tonight, she intended to rectify that travesty.

‘If I strip for you, it’s only fair you do the same for me,’ he said, dangling those damn condoms like a carrot in front of a donkey. From what she remembered he had a pretty impressive carrot and with a little luck she’d be ee-awing all night.

‘Take it all off,’ she said, relieved when he didn’t push her for an answer. No way in hell she’d be getting naked in front of him in this much light.

Conquering her body issues had taken time, but no matter how hard she worked to appear confident, revealing her body still made her quake inside.

Silly, because this man had never made her feel anything other than gorgeous, but she couldn’t shed all her inhibitions along with her clothes. No matter how many sit-ups or planks she performed in Pilates, no matter how many carbs she sacrificed, she had a body made for comfort.

The way Brock’s gaze burned her up from the inside out, he had a hankering for a whole lot of comfort.

He draped the condoms across her hips like a naughty promise, a foil packet belt designed to taunt. She bucked a little in response and he grinned, tugging his shirt out of his trousers.

At last, they were getting to the good stuff. She scooted up the bed until she felt a pile of pillows behind her, then linked her hands behind her head and eased back, ready to enjoy the show.

The last time they’d done this had been all frantic hands and whispered promises and soft panting in the dark.

This time, she intended to make every moment count.

‘You’re making me feel cheap and easy,’ he said, slipping buttons through holes at an infuriatingly slow pace.

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