His head fell back, fingers twisting into my hair. “Fuck,” he hissed, coming out in a partial groan.
I squeezed him, my hand tightening while sucking him into my mouth. He was so silky and smooth, yet hard as steel. The muscles in his legs tightened, and a shudder rolled through him, sending need burning into me.
His breathing became ragged, and I smiled, stroking him again as my tongue rubbed over the tip of him. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, pulling my head back. He hooked a finger into the side strap on my panties, wiggling them down over my hips.
I wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand, staring at him from under heavy-lidded eyes. Brock picked me up by my hips, dropping onto the middle of the bed. And then he was on top of me, his weight sinking into me. The muscles on his back trembling as pulled out a condom and wrestled with the wrapper open with his teeth. Once it was securely in place, he pressed himself in between my legs. “Fuck, I missed you, Firefly,” he moaned.
The broad tip nudged at my opening, finding me wet and ready for him. I pushed my hips down slightly, pleading with him to bury himself into me.
He entered in slowly and just an inch. It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. I clamped around him, my body arching into his.
His mouth fastened over mine, devouring me. I melted like ice on a hot summer day as he filled me completely.
He made lazy circles over the small of my back as I lay naked in his arms, gazing at the intricate ink tattooed on his body. “This isn’t why I came, you know.”
My lips twitched. “I know. But I’m glad you came. Literally.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling against my chest. “Funny.” He adjusted his head on the pillow, a comfortable silence falling between us. My body still buzzed from the pleasure Brock gave me. “I’m not sleeping with her. I want you to know,” he said, killing that lingering tingle.
I lifted my head, staring down into his face, my palm lying flat on his chest. “Are you really thinking about her after we just…”
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “No, the point is, I’m only thinking about you. Even though it might not seem like it or my methods conventional, in the end, Firefly, it’s you.”
My heart pounded. This was my chance to tell him how I felt. “I know we said this between us was casual.”
“About that… I’ve never been in a relationship, not the kind you want or deserve. I’m going to fuck this up.”
I searched his face, my hand coming to cup his cheek. “I don’t care. I come from the most fucked-up family. I’m willing to bet my heart on you.”
He shook his head, and I could see the doubts that lived in his eyes, but he only brought my head down for a kiss.
I fell asleep on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I never imagined I’d be able to find a shred of happiness in such a gloomy time in my life. Brock became the person who grounded me, who sheltered me and completed me. Never in a million years would I have believed someone like him would choose someone like me. It didn’t make sense. And yet, everything about us fit perfectly. We both had our fucked-up lives that somehow interconnected, locking us together.
I’m falling in love with you. The words whispered in my head. At least, I thought they were in my head. I was too tired to care.
* * *
I had this plan that involved me waking up and smothering Brock with kisses, thanking him for last night, for staying with me. I had needed him. The only time I ever slept anymore was when he was near. Last night had been no different—except for the part in the middle of the night when he had roused me out of sleep with his fingers. I had woken up on the verge of an orgasm, disorientated and horny as hell. A whimper of pleasure had escaped before I even opened my eyes, my center contracting around his index and middle finger as he stroked the orgasm from me.
I had groaned when he pulled out, the waves still rocking through me, but seconds later, he replaced his fingers with his cock, filling me completely. And the pleasure started over again, more deeply, more intense.
Afterward, I had fallen instantly back into a deep, satisfying slumber, a smirk on my lips, tucked tight in his arms.
I should have known… my plans never work out. The idea of waking him similarly this morning seemed like sweet revenge. Instead, I barely had time to register that I was coming out of a glorious dream involving Brock in an interesting position when I was jostled and tossed on the mattress. Grumbling, I shoved the hair out of my face, my mind trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
I opened my eyes, a flash of Brock’s bare ass streaking past the bed as he bent down, collecting his clothes and dashing out the balcony doors without so much as a kiss goodbye.
WTF.
I blinked, a new thought entering my brain.
OMG. Brock is running around my backyard buck-ass naked.I imagined my neighbors were getting more than they bargained for with their morning coffee.
If my bedroom door hadn’t flown open a second later, I would have broken out into hysterics. Angie stood in the doorway, her eyes finding me in bed. She then panned the room, searching for something or someone. Holy shit. That had been close. If she had found Brock in my bed…
I shuddered to think what kind of psycho would have emerged from her. “Knock, much?” I snapped, tugging the blanket close to my neck, seeing as I was utterly naked.
She schooled her expression, disregarding my tone. “I thought I heard something.”