“Good choice.” Then, he waited.
She paused. “Stand up.”
“No.” His reach was longer than hers by far, so she bounced away.
“Don’t take it easy on me.” She didn’t want to win by default.
His grin was too sexual for any woman to stay sane. “I won’t. Trust me.”
She swallowed as her body performed a long, shivering roll. Darn it. He saw that. “Fine.” In one fluid motion, she grabbed a sofa pillow and pummeled his head with it while reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
His chuckle was calm as he yanked the pillow, tossed it, and dropped her onto his lap. A flick of his wrist released the front clasp of her bra. “There we go,” he murmured, his gaze on her breasts.
She took advantage of his distraction and reached for the hem of his shirt.
In some unfathomable movement, he lifted her, spun her, and somehow dragged her jeans right off before landing her back right where she’d started. She let out a startled yip and then dissolved into laughter, perched on him in only her panties and socks. “How did you do that?”
“I was inspired.” His fingers curled around her nape and drew her closer. “I’m done playin’.” He kissed her, hunger in the movement. His hold tightened, and he went deeper, his free hand sweeping down her body in a show of possession.
She broke the kiss only to have him lick along her jawline and sink his teeth into her earlobe. She yelped, even as he soothed the small sting. Her entire body tingled like she’d been wrestling for hours instead of minutes, and she shook her head to retaincontrol. Any control. “I’m not done playing.” Was that her voice? Breathy and deeper than usual?
He blinked.
She shoved him back with both hands, straddling him and pulling his shirt over his head. Ha. She got it. His broad chest was now bare to her.
“All right.” He slid one arm beneath both of her bent legs, lifted her, and flipped her over. It took her a second to realize her elbows were on the floor and her body over his lap.
“Hey,” she said, trying not to laugh again, even though she was so turned on she couldn’t see straight.
“You said you weren’t done playing.” He gave her the gentle reminder in his gravelly voice right before his hand descended on her ass. “I like your pretty pink thong.” To emphasize his point, he smacked her two more times.
Her body jerked, and heat tore through her from his hand. “This isn’t playing,” she gasped, needing more.
“It is for me.” He spanked her three times in succession. “You done playing yet?”
There was no way she could get free. “Yep. Totally done with the playtime,” she ground out.
“Good.” With way too much ease, he flipped her right back around to sit and took her mouth.
Hard.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Brock forced himself to slow down, even as he tightened his hold. The scent of strawberries surrounded them, sliding beneath his skin to caress each nerve, throwing his heart into the thundering range. He enjoyed playing with her, the challenge of it, and the memory of his prints on her sexy ass would stay with him for a long time.
He liked his marks on her.
His cock hardened to a steel rod in his jeans, demanding relief. Raw need and lust pounded through his body, just for her. He’d known he was falling desperately for the stunning agent, but he’d thought they couldn’t work unless he figured out who had helped Hank die.
He didn’t know, but had faced the reality earlier that he had to find out so he could help whichever brother needed it.
Ophelia moaned against his mouth, and he caressed her breasts, spending time with each nipple and giving her a small pinch. Her gasp sounded sweet, and he turned his attention to the other nipple, knowing just how much of a bite to give her.
His girl liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure. They were absolutely on the same page there. He stroked her inner thigh, smiling when she arched her sweet body toward his hand.Leaving it tantalizingly close, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then leaned back to look into her sapphire-colored eyes. “We’re doing this, Ophelia.”
She blinked, nearly naked on his lap, and then grinned. Lust glimmered in her eyes and tightened her delicate jaw. “Yeah. I got that.” She smoothed her hand down his bare chest and hummed in appreciation.
“No.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting the silky mass. “You and me. No more games, and no more playing around. We’re giving us a shot.” Controlling her head, he kissed her again, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting strawberries. He didn’t care how he sounded. She’d given him this, and she’d given herself. He wouldn’t lose her now. No matter what. “Understand?”
