Page 98 of Fast Vengeance

“Can’t stop,” he ground out, bowing his head to press his forehead to hers.

Rather than answer verbally, Victoria smoothed a hand down his back and squeezed him with her core. He gave a deep, sensual groan, his face twisting with the strain of trying to hold back. She didn’t want him to hold back with her. Not now. Not ever again.

Raising her head, she kissed the side of his flexed jaw. Flicked her tongue over the corner of his mouth.

Brock buried a hand in her hair and fused their lips together, his tongue plunging deep along with the motion of his hips. Two more thrusts and he went rigid in her arms, his head falling back on his shoulders as his release hit.

His raw, sensual moans filled the night as his big body shuddered against hers. Finally, he sagged onto his left arm and dropped his head to her shoulder, breathing hard.

She slid her hand through his hair, ran the other over his broad back. “You okay?”

He lifted up slightly to look down at her, his eyes worried. “I was going to ask you that.”

God, she loved this man. “More than okay. What about your shoulder?”

His grin flashed in the moonlight as he chuckled softly. “I’ll live.” He withdrew gently, leaned to the side to grab his shirt, cleaned himself up.

She shivered lightly in the cool night air, her body aching with unfulfilled need.

“You cold?”

“A little.” Mostly dying of sexual frustration.

He grabbed a blanket that had fallen from one of the deck chairs and spread it over them. “Well I’m about to make you hot,” he murmured, giving her a toe-curling kiss before disappearing under the blanket, tugging the top of it over her shoulders to keep the cool air out.

She bit her lip against a smile as his mouth trailed across her breast, his tongue finding a sensitive nipple. He whispered something and kept going, sucking and stroking his tongue across both sensitive peaks before moving lower.

By the time he reached where she needed him most her thighs were trembling, stomach muscles pulled taut, her entire body screaming with need and anticipation. She couldn’t help but cry out when he dragged his tongue across her swollen flesh, slow and tender.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he teased and stroked, quickly zeroing in on the exact spot on her clit that made her mindless. When she whimpered and pushed against his mouth he eased a hand between her thighs and slid a finger into her, curving it to slide over the hidden sweet spot inside her.

Over and over he stroked, licked, sucked. In no rush now, determined to take his time and make her lose her mind.

It felt like her bones were dissolving. The pleasure swelled higher, faster, until she was teetering on the brink. He slowed his hand, kept the sweet caress of his tongue steady.

Too much.

She sobbed out his name as she started coming, her whole body shaking. She was soaring, his grip on her hips the only thing keeping her from flying apart.

Gasping, weak, she sank back against the cushions at last, her heart racing. Sweat beaded her skin as he eased his way back up her body, trailing tender kisses in his wake.

Moments later Brock’s head popped out from under the blanket. He came up on his knees and braced his hands on either side of her head to peer down at her, so gorgeous even with the scar he took her breath away. “Hi.”

She smiled up at him. “Hi. I can’t move.”

He grinned. “I’m glad to hear that.”

She managed to summon the strength to lift a hand and trace her fingers down the length of his nose, over his sensuous lips. “So how long are you staying here?”

“Depends. How long do you want to stay?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Forever?”

A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest. “It’s tempting, but this is a little isolated, even for me.” He paused, grew serious. “How did you make out in Bellingham?”

“I was okay. Signed up to volunteer at the local library. And I started my new book.”

“You did?”

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