Page 46 of Mustang Summer

“Sit down.”He dropped on the loveseat.She located her backpack and dug around for the impulse buy she’d picked up on the way to Moore.Feeling silly at the time, her little box seemed like an intuitive idea now.

She palmed the box and held her hand out to Brock.His eyes narrowed, then his brows rose.

“Do you think this’ll make the storm better?”She tried for innocence, but her question came out sultry.

His gaze heated.He took the box from her to set aside.“Yes.”

Then he grabbed her hand to tug her on top of him where he dragged her head down for a kiss.She straddled him as their tongues dueled and lifted his shirt back up.This time, she wanted him to be naked.

As the force of the storm picked up, Brock’s movements became jerkier.He hung onto her like she was his life line.

Did he ride out these storms all by himself?If the candles were for relaxation, they were probably powerless against the stress of a storm.Were they for if the power went out?

She broke the kiss to get his shirt off.Backing off him, she stood and shimmed out of her shorts.He broke his attention to free himself from his jeans.

Never would she tire of seeing him.Muscle rippled over a hard body as he moved, but his shaft and what he could do with it transfixed her.

He opened the box and fished out a condom.He was about to tear it open when he paused.“They’re neon.”

She shrugged as she was yanking off her top.“Gas station purchase.I wasn’t paying attention.Didn’t think I’d need them.”She smiled as she stood naked in front of him.“But I’m glad I do.”

“Me, too.”He rolled it on.Neon green looked good on him.

She crawled back onto his lap.His gaze was at her sex.For a man who didn’t emote much, the hungry way he watched her turned her on more than any sweet whisperings.He wanted her and it was written all over his face.

While he was riveted, she placed herself over him.Pleasure flitted over his face as she eased herself down.

She bit her lip and moaned as he filled her.His hands went to her waist, but he didn’t urge her into a pace.

She swiveled and rocked until her juices coated him and he was seated as deep as he could go.His shaft hit all the right spots.

Lightning flashed, briefly highlighting the room, and thunder cracked.Sharp cracks of hail hit the windows.God, she hated hail and the worry of whether it’d take out the glass or not.

Brock flinched at the noise.Josie started rocking.She lifted herself and eased back down.With a growl of pleasure, his eyelids drifted shut.Her distraction was working.

He tightened his hands on her, but he didn’t take over.She kissed him hard on the mouth, trailing soft kisses across his cheek to nibble on his earlobe.A deep groan and more forceful undulations of his hips rewarded her efforts.

She smiled to herself and licked up the shell of his ear, immediately blowing on the trail she made.He shivered.Ah, he had a ticklish side.Trailing her fingertips down his chest, she feathered them along his abs.

Now, he took over.He lifted her and slammed her back down, but then abandoned his efforts to nudge her face out of the way so he could maneuver her breasts in front of his mouth.Perfectly fine losing the upper hand, she let him take over.

His hot mouth covered her nipple, his tongue flicking the tip.When had her breasts become such erogenous zones?She twisted her hands in his hair, afraid he’d abandon his efforts.

He lavished attention on her breasts and her eyes drifted shut.The bliss roaring through her body was stronger than before, a feat she hadn’t thought possible.

Why was it so different with Brock?A man who seemed clueless with women handled her body better than anyone else.

Maybe because his mind wasn’t on others, unlike her ex.Gage was either thinking of himself or the women he had on the side.When Brock focused on her, it washer.He wasn’t coaxing an orgasm out of her to satisfy his male ego.It was like he wanted to drive her body to the limits, but it was unthinkable that he’d satisfy himself without her.That’d be like driving his cars for thousands of miles without so much as an oil change.

She gasped as she careened closer to an orgasm.Comparing herself to one of his cars didn’t bother her.Not when she saw the care he took of them.In her family, they were a means to money, the interest in them as a work of art long gone.

But with Brock,shewas a work of art.When they were together like this, it was in his expression.He was fascinated by her body.

Larger chunks of hail hit the window.He tensed even as his pelvis tilted in rhythm to her riding him.She hugged his head into her chest with so much force, he bit into her sensitive skin.

She cried out, but not in pain.It was like he swelled inside of her when she was already so full with him, yet she wanted as much as he could give.They were both close, but he released her breast and leaned back.He panted with the exertion, his lips parted.His lids were hooded, his cheeks flushed with arousal and his hair mussed.Those blue eyes of his were glued to where they were connected and he cupped her sex.

Just the touch of his calloused fingertip on her swollen clit pushed her over the peak.

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