Page 23 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

It literally had no effect on him. “I don’t see what the big deal is,” he said against my finger, his breath warming my skin.

“Only people who have fucking more money than God say shit like that.”

His fingers glided over my ass. “You do realize that now includes you. The Edwards are rich. Not just rich. But likerich.”

“Richer than your family?” I asked with a mischievous, challenging grin.

“No,” he murmured, deliberately grazing his lips over my chin.

I shook my head. “You’re shameless.”

“And you love me for it,” he whispered, his breath mingling with mine as his fingers curled around my ass cheeks and raising my plaid skirt in the process.

An ache of desire bloomed between my legs, and my body instantly reacted to the feel of his hard dick pressing through his sweatpants into that spot that throbbed for him. “Hmm. If you say so.” My eyes grew heavy.

“Kiss me, Firefly,” he demanded, kneading my ass so it pressed harder against him.

Aligning my lips so they were an inch away from his, I murmured, “Not a chance in hell, Taylor.” And then I proceeded to drop a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You should have taken a cold shower after practice.” I felt his dick grow harder through his sweatpants.

“Since when did you become a cocktease?” he asked, managing somehow to keep his tone casual when I was on the verge of moaning.

I wasn’t a tease. Anything but. I didn’t know the first thing about teasing a guy unless twirling your hair and licking your lips counted as teasing. When it came to Brock, I didn’t have to try. Things just happened. “We are not having sex in this bed. Or anywhere in this house. Is that clear?” I tried to sound stern and keep my face serious, but his damn hips rolled under mine.

Brock did not play fair.

He blinked, completely unfazed. “My SUV is outside.”

I busted out laughing. “I am not sneaking out to your car to have sex.”

“But you want to.”

“I never said I didn’twantto have sex with you, just that it wasn’t happening.”

He dipped his head, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. “And there is nothing I can do to change your mind?”

My eyes grew heavy with desire. “I wouldn’t go that far, but Liana or Chandler could come home at any minute. Not to mention, we’re not alone.”

“I like to live on the edge.”

I ran the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. “So do I,” I murmured, sealing my lips to his. It was meant to just be a quick kiss, a taste to satisfy this craving I had for him. I should have known a taste would never be enough.

Especially when he took me by surprise. I expected a slamming of heat, a desperate hunger of his lips, but what I got instead wrecked me.

Brock wasn’t sweet. He didn’t savor.

Tonight. He did both.

His lips moved slowly over mine like he had all night to kiss me. The hands on my body gentled, trailing soothingly up my back. My bones melted.

It is just a kiss.But it was a kiss full of promises. It was a kiss that offered comfort and security—a kiss to heal all the pain and raw emotions tearing me up inside.

Brock knew. He understood what I needed more than I did.

He made me feel loved. And comforted. He reminded me that I wasn’t alone.

If he kept kissing me like this, I might just start crying, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop. I sighed into his mouth, my fingers sweeping into his hair.

“Hey, can I see your notes from—”

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