Brianna paced her apartment while Valkyrie’s eyes followed her back and forth, her head on her paws. Alex had stayed just long enough to make sure she and the dog were comfortable with each other, then told her goodnight. Now, she wondered when Brock would get there and what would happen after that.
What will happen is you will show him the couch, the bathroom, and where you keep the coffee mugs, and then you will go to bed. Alone. Because you have another big day tomorrow and you need a good night’s sleep.
Uh-huh. Shut up, Voice of Reason.
“Ugh!” She ran her hands through her hair. Never in her life had anyone gotten under her skin so fast and so thoroughly. To the point that while she should have been thinking about her music, her brother, and the shocking fact that she’d won over Uncle Sonny—no one won over Uncle Sonny when his mind was made up—she was instead going back over how good she’d felt in Brock’s arms. She’d had to change her panties the second Alex left, afraid that if she sat down again she’d leave a wet spot on her skirt. Oh, yeah, the drive to her apartment had been fun—she crossed her legs and leaned on one cheek the whole way hoping to keep her soaked coochie away from the seat and her skirt.
All because of a kiss.That kiss. That magical, wonderful, core-splitting kiss. She’d had to keep herself from wrapping her leg around Brock’s waist and grinding against him as his tongue teased her lips. She’d opened to him, inviting him to taste all of her and he explored her mouth with abandon. She wondered how good that tongue would feel between her legs—teasing, probing, running along her soft frills and plunging—
“Stop it, stop it, stop it, Bri, or you’ll be changing your panties again.” And these were her favorites—the sexiest ones with the lace and the silk and the little bow—
“And you will be wearing them to bed. Alone,” she interrupted her thoughts before she could go any further.
Valkyrie looked at her like she was crazy. Probably because she was.
Brianna looked at the clock. She should have gone to bed an hour ago, but she was way too wired. Brock could let himself in since she’d given her spare keys to Alex to pass them along. Yes, she should have left him a note telling him to make himself comfortable, then taken her melatonin, read another chapter in her romance, and been out like a light.
But that kiss.
She wanted more.
Tonight.
She sat on the couch. Valkyrie got up, moved closer, and then plopped herself at Brianna’s feet.Such a cool dog. And truth be known, she did feel safe having the dog there and knowing that Brock was on his way. The near-miss with the car today had unsettled her more than she’d let on—even to herself. The fact that the car had come from Jerold’s dealership didn’t sit right with her, either. He’d been extra-surly for the rest of the day, but damn if his anger didn’t add an edge to his playing. He’d be tough to beat, but Brianna was determined to do it.
She closed her eyes at some point as she went over the songs she’d planned on using in the competition. If she couldn’t play her actual fiddle right now and risk waking her neighbors, she could play the one in her imagination. She mentally worked on the chords that gave her the most trouble, her fingers physically moving as she conjured up the song. Brianna pulled her legs up onto the couch and leaned into the pillows she’d brought out for Brock. Might as well be comfortable while she waited. She went over ‘Shady Grove,’ thinking about the licks she’d add…
And then she was back kissing Brock in the parking lot again, only this time, she was going to do more. So much more. God, he tasted so good as his tongue explored her mouth…so good…
When she opened her eyes on the couch strong arms encircled her and Brock’s taste flooded her mouth. This was no dream—he was here, in her apartment, in her arms, giving her everything she wanted. Well, almost everything.
He was kneeling beside the couch. Brianna sat up and pressed against him, then tried to pull him back with her onto the couch. The couch was big enough for both of them, right?Yeah, maybe not. Bed. Bed was good, bed was big, especially when she was alone in it. She could stand up and drag Brock to her bed.Ifshe could get her legs to work because her knees had gone awfully weak. Yeah, maybe she could just lie here instead and just let herself drown in pleasure.
Brock broke their kiss only to trail more down her neck—her weakness. He flattened his tongue against the hollow of her throat and she mewled. He answered with a groan and scraped his teeth across her skin, raising goosebumps, and, yup, there went the dryish panties. Soaked.
“Brock,” she whispered.
“Mmm, I love the way you say my name, baby.”
“Bed.”
“What?”
“Bed. Mine. Us. Now.”
He chuckled against her skin. The vibrations went straight to her clit. “We’ll get there, baby. I’ll carry you in later.”
Later? Uh-uh. “Now.”
He laughed again, sexy and low and growly, and dear God in heaven did it make her nethers vibrate like the strings on her fiddle. “Later, baby. I’m definitely going to make use of your bed later. And your couch, and every chair, and some of the walls. And that beanbag chair in the corner has potential. But for now, Brianna, I’m going to make you feel good and then let you get back to sleep.”
“Sleep? I don’t need sleep. I’m good.”
He pulled his face away from her throat and looked into her eyes. “Babe, you were zonked when I came in. You didn’t hear a thing.”
“What? Wait.” She looked around. “I thought I had a guard dog in here somewhere. Why didn’t she bark? Did I break her already?”
Brock laughed. “Nope, she did her job like a pro. Silent. If I hadn’t knocked in the pattern she knows along with a quick blast on the dog whistle, she would have mauled me the second I came in. And you,” he tapped her nose, “stillwould have slept straight through it. I called your name twice before I kissed you, Sleeping Beauty.”
