“But your mouth is perfect, and I missed it.” He cupped my face and dragged my mouth to his, kissing the hell out of me in hisBrockway. I sighed, leaning into the kiss as I always did. He was the best damn kisser in the world. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I grinned, never tiring of the words.
“Marry me.”
“Brock.” I laughed, “You can’t ask me that every week. My answer hasn’t changed since the last time.”
“Why not? I love you. Only you. You’re it for me. I want to start the rest of my life with you. Is that so bad?” He dragged his tongue down my neck now, damn well knowing it was a weakness. I could agree to just about anything when his tongue was on me. Specifically, my neck.
“Because my future is in shambles. I don’t have a job yet. I still work at the restaurant. I don’t know.” I moaned, my train of thought disappearing as his fingers went under my shirt and trailed up my stomach along my rib cage.
“Who cares? I want you to be Mrs. Anderson.” He nipped at my ear.
“I’m young—your words.” I leaned back into him, his body perfectly forming against mine.
“Not relevant.”
“I might be homeless soon,” I whined.
“Good. You can move in with me.” His fingers slid under my bra and teased my nipples. He traced a circle around each one before carefully pulling on the ends just enough to make me squirm. I loved how he teased me and brought me daily orgasms. He had shown me repeatedly how good he was with his hands. “Move in this weekend.”
“Brock,” I began but stopped when he pinched my nipples harder. “Oh, God.”
“Give me one reason why. Your lease is up in two weeks. Gilly and Fritz might buy a house. You’re over hereeveryweekend.” He lowered his other hand and dipped it into my waistband. “I know how to get you to agree to it.”
I moaned then laughed. He’d convinced me to go to a bed and breakfast this exact way. “This is more serious than a weekend away.”
“I want to see you first thing in the morning and the last at night. You give my life purpose, Grace.” His wonderful words mixed with his wandering fingers had me lusting for more. “Don’t you feel that way, too?”
“Yes,” I whispered. My stomach tightened as he slid two fingers inside of me, leaving his thumb on my clit, circling it excruciatingly slow. “Oh, my God.”
“I can guarantee you two orgasms every day.” He slid his fingers in and out, adding his thumb to the mix. He swirled my clit, the tight bud sending waves of desire through me. “Do you like this? My fingers inside of you in the middle ofourfuture kitchen?”
“Yes, Brock. Please,” I gasped, bucking as release was so close. So damn close. He increased his rhythm and bit down on my earlobe, giving me the final push. I gripped the side of the counter. The warm sensation started between my legs and spread through my body. I shook, moaning Brock’s name as waves of pleasure shot through me. “God.”
“I could hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. You’re beautiful.” He kissed my temple, humming into my ear. His arms felt like home. He was my home. And suddenly, I felt giddy. I turned to face him, my hands on his shoulders.
“Okay.” I smiled, I smiled so damn wide. “I’ll move in with you.”
“Fuck. You’re not joking, right?” He backed up, his eyes larger than I had seen them.
“No. I feel home when I’m with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
His jaw tightened, eyes turning dark before he slammed me into his chest. He trembled. My beautiful, broken, kind man held onto me so tight, I couldn’t breathe. “God. I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.”
My eyes stung at his words and I squeezed him tighter. “I love you.”
“I love—”
My phone rang, and I jumped out of his arms. I had been waiting for this call for three hours. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Grace Turner?” a stern male voice asked.
“Yes, this is her.” I faced Brock, my body tight waiting for the news.
“Good morning, Grace. It’s Tim from Human Resources. I’m happy to say we are able to offer you the sport medicine position at Green Valley High school. We want to talk to you about being a part time athletic trainer as well. When would be a good time to come in?”
“I’m free any day this week before three.” I grinned. I grinned so hard my face hurt.
