She partially lifted a hand to stop him, but her limbs had gone weak, and she let her arm fall to the bedspread. She shut her eyes, and more pleasure attacked her. Her world, the one only she inhabited, narrowed only to him. His teeth scraped her clit just as his fingers bit into her butt, and she flew again, this time with a weak sigh. Her body shuddered from head to toe. “Brock,” she murmured, feeling on fire, alive, yet somehow empty.
He stood, his gaze trapping her as effectively as his hands had. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard muscles she’d felt, along with scars she hadn’t realized he had. So many. Bullets, knives, and gouges. The wild tattoo of the deadly Osprey moved with the play of his muscles as if the bird of prey had a life of its own.
He pushed his jeans down, kicked them out of the way, and watched her.
She felt like prey. The sensation rippled through her with an excitement that didn’t make sense but propelled her desire even higher nonetheless. He was built and already hard and big. Very.
His fingers slid inside her, and satisfaction flared across his rugged face. “You’re ready.”
She nodded. “I am.”
“Me, too.” He leaned to the side and yanked a condom out of his bedside table, ripping open the wrapper and quickly rolling it over himself. He set a knee on the bed, slid a hand beneath her ass, and lifted her to him. Then he pressed into her, stretching her, burning her, overtaking her and not pausing.
His invasion was intense, and her body was forced to accept him. Inch by inch. At the back of her mind, she knew he’d prepared her for this, which softened her even more to take him. All of him. His fingers dug into her hips, and he levered completely over her, overwhelming her. He wasn’t gentle, and it felt like he gave her all of him.
She wanted that. More than she’d realized.
He drove all the way inside, and her body arched, her head going back. He was huge. The feeling was beyond intense. Then he started to move, hard and fast, controlling every movement, maybe even her breath. She grabbed the tense and corded muscles in his arms, holding on for all she was worth.
He powered inside her, hard and strong, slamming deep.
She lifted her knees, giving him more, her inner thighs smashed against his hips.
He still watched her, his thrusts ruthless, his hold unbreakable. Again and again, he hit a spot deep inside her she hadn’t realized was there, forcing spirals of raw pleasure to take her away. Ache and need and something else, something desperate, attacked every cell in her body and every thought she might’ve had.
There was no warning as the volcano erupted, blowing inside her and clenching her inner muscles so hard it hurt. His cocked swelled, fighting to stay deep, his body shuddering as she pulled him with her and drained him. She rode the wild storm and finally came down with a soft whimper, her body relaxing.
His forehead dropped to hers as he jerked more inside her. Then he kissed her, a bare, gentle brush against her mouth, and tears pricked the backs of her eyes.
She closed them and felt her heart beating too fast for reality.
He rolled off her, tugging her into his side. “I like your butt, too.”
She burst out laughing, even though sleep was already calling her home. “Night.”
“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.” Then he kissed her again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Brock walked out into the snowy dawn to see his truck already next to his metal shop with Christian and Ace changing the last tire. He strode toward them, his body satiated but his mind…not so much. “You two are out early.” His breath left puffs in the freezing air.
Christian stood, his dual-colored eyes serious. “Tika was cold. I let him inside. He should be by the fire, which I stoked.”
Brock nodded, not having noticed either. All right. Maybe his mind had completely unraveled.
Ace held a tire iron in his hand, his eyes clear for a change. “Your woman is a screamer.”
Brock coughed, and his ears rang. “You were outside?”
Christian nodded. “I checked on Ace last night and found him brooding on his back deck, so we decided to try and track the shooter. Then we returned here, figured out you had company, and thought we should cover the perimeter.”
Ace grinned. “Yeah. You didn’t exactly seem focused on watching for threats.”
That was the damn truth. The only thing, the only person in his world last night had been Special Agent Ophelia Spilazi. “Thanks.” He warmed, full-on, almost back to being with hisbrothers like they’d been before Hank died. He needed them, and they needed him. Maintaining distance between them wouldn’t cut it any longer.
Except he’d just slept with the agent leading the investigation into Hank’s death.
He shook his head.
