She nodded. “I am. I was just worried you might think…oh, a lot of things. That I’m too young for you, for one.”
He grinned. “That can go both ways. You don’t think I’m too old for you? There’s ten years between us.”
She shook her head. “Not at all. I like it, actually.”
“Good, because I don’t think it’s a problem. I’ve met women my age who act way more immature than you do. If anything, I want to loosen you up, make you relax a little. Ease some of that weight you haul around on your shoulders.” His hands slid up her biceps to her shoulders, his fingers curled around to her back on either side of her neck and squeezed. Brianna nearly lost her balance at how good it felt.
As he kneaded her shoulders, he leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. “Mmm, that’s my girl,” he growled soft and low. “Give in to it, baby. Let me make you feel good tonight. You think I almost got you off against the wall? That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you all night long.” He moved and brushed her lips. “I have condoms, if we need them. I’m also clean. Got a complete physical before I left San Diego, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Brianna shook her head. “I’m on birth control. And I don’t remember the last time I was with someone. A year, maybe. I’m clean, too.”
Brock looked straight into her eyes. “I want this to be your decision. If you haveanyhesitation—”
“I don’t. Not about making love with you, and not about going bareback while we do. No. Hesitation. Not about any of it.”
He grinned and his eyes smoldered, stopping her breath. “Brianna,” he whispered.
Then his mouth was on hers. She tasted desire on his breath, that unnamable flavor that was deep and primal and musky and made her ache. He kissed her until she was dizzy and her pussy throbbed. After eons, he stepped back and grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. He gazed at her cleavage before running his thumbs over the barely-there lace covering her nipples until they peaked into hard points against his touch. He did it over and over until she whimpered.
“You like that, don’t you?” Brock pulled the lacy material of each bra cup aside. He bent and took her right nipple into his mouth while he thumbed the left one. His tongue swirled around it until he bit down and the sensation went straight to her clit. She tried pressing against him for relief but he only chuckled and switched sides. “Not yet, baby. Going to savor you first.”
“But I need you inside me.”
“We’ll get there, don’t you worry.” He bit down again and she tried not to scream. God, it felt incredible. No one had ever done that to her. It was like he’d found a new pathway of nerves connecting her nipples to her clit and played it for all it was worth.
She tugged at his shirt and ran her hands underneath the fabric. Her fingers found his hard abs and went exploring. Here and there, smooth skin turned rough and puckered.His scarsshe realized. She found a long, jagged ridge and ran her fingers along it, wondering how close that wound had come to killing him.
And then her thoughts blurred when he ran his stubbled chin between her breasts. Dear God in heaven, and he was only beginning?
“That is magical,” she murmured, hoping he’d do it again. She got her wish. Back and forth, until she could barely stand. Brianna tugged at his shirt. She didn’t want him to stop, but she also wanted him naked. He grabbed the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades and pulled, then tossed the shirt into the corner. She took in the view. A full six-pack of perfection. She could write a sonata for each ab.
“Your turn.” Brock reached around her and unclasped her bra. It met his shirt in the corner.
He admired the sight before him. “They’re perfect, Brianna. So lovely.” He cupped her breasts and kissed her. She took the opportunity to unbutton his pants. And he likewise gripped the top of her skirt and rolled it down her hips, kissing a line straight down her belly. He stopped above her panties and teased the lacy edge with the tip of his tongue until she shivered uncontrollably.
“So not fair,” she murmured, gripping his shoulders. Which only prompted him to flick his tongue—once—over the silky fabric covering her clit.
She sucked in a breath. “Okay, that’s it, sailor.” She kicked off her sandals and tried to bend down to grab his pants but he gripped her hips and suddenly she was in the air, then flat on her back on the bed. He covered her body with his and looked down into her eyes. “You were saying?”
She went limp—right before she pounced from underneath and tried to grab his waistband again. He grabbed her wrists and stopped her easily.
“She’s so feisty when she wants something,” he teased.
“Iwillget your pants off.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, you will, baby.” He sat up on his knees but kept her lower body pinned between his thighs. Brock leaned back and slipped his shoes and socks off. The bulge in his pants teased her in the meantime.
“Now may I?” she asked, batting her eyes.
He laughed again and guided her hands to his waistband.
My turn to tease. Instead of going for his zipper, she ran one hand over the fabric concealing his bulge and cupped his balls with the other. It was his turn to press against her and groan.
“Fair’s fair,” she said.
“So mean.” But his smile told her he thought she was anything but mean. Up and down she stroked, feeling him grow impossibly harder and bigger under her ministrations. That soaked her. Now she was just torturing both of them. She gripped his zipper and pulled down. She pulled back either side of his pants and watched his cock strain against his black boxer briefs. Brianna tugged his pants down and he helped until he’d kicked them off. Next came the boxer briefs. Brianna hooked her fingers under the band and watched his cock come into view. It curved up nicely, stiff and even bigger than she thought it was.
“Oh, mercy,” she breathed. As she watched, a bead of moisture formed at the tip.
