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I most definitely did not want him to stop. My body already buzzed, stirring my desire. “Not if you want to wake up with balls still attached.”

His chuckle tickled my abs before he moved further up my abdomen, pushing up the hem of my oversized T-shirt. Each inch was slow torture, except the real torture began when his lips closed over my nipple.

My eyes fluttered closed. His tongue flicked over the hard bud, and I turned my head to the side, moaning against the pillow.

Lifting his head, he gazed down at me with smoldering eyes. “You’re going to have to keep the noise to a minimum, Firefly, unless you want to wake up the entire house.”

I stare at his lips. “Me? You’re the one doing all the talking.”

Those lush lips lifted at the corners as he dipped his head to go back for more.

Sweet Jesus.

My body was already so turned on, and the fire flooding my veins roared as he devoured my breast. Every nerve ending spiked with electricity, need humming through me.

“God, I miss you. Miss this,” I breathed, my voice husky. I wanted him pressed into me. I wanted to feel the rock-hard length of him nestled between my legs. My fingers sought out his chest, running over the firm ridges. A sense of feline satisfaction went through me as I dipped my fingers into his boxers and a hiss expelled against my breast.

“Firefly.” The nickname ripped from his lips on a groan of his own.

The pleasure of him filling my hand made me wetter, and I tilted my body toward him, seeking more contact.

His hand cupped me through my cotton panties, and my hips arched up, rubbing against him. The friction wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

Entangling my fingers into his silky hair, I guided his head close to mine. His lips pressed down hard against mine, merciless in his greed for me. My breaths came out fast in between the almost punishing kisses as he ate me up, nipping, taking, and sucking, while I stroked him with my other hand.

He curled his fingers into the edge of my underwear, tugging them down over my ass. “Take them off,” he ordered, and I lifted my hips and wiggled out of them the rest of the way.

A rush hit me as his eyes ran down the length of me. As if he couldn’t just look, he placed the back of his hand near my neck and let his fingers trail down my body.

My sudden intake of breath filled the room, and I closed my eyes, riding out the tightening ache that flared in my core.

Before I knew what was happening, he placed his mouth where his hand had been, flicking his tongue over the throbbing nub. When he sucked it into his mouth, I fisted my hands into his hair, grinding my hips against his mouth.

“Brock,” I cried out, louder than I meant to, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Oh, God.

He only continued to tease and torment, dragging and circling his tongue over my clit again and again. “God, I love the way you taste,” he murmured against my hot, wet flesh. He slipped a finger inside me. “So soft and tight.”

He was trying to kill me with his mouth. “I want you inside of me,” I panted, rolling my hips in case my words weren’t enough.

“Always in such a rush.”

Could he blame me? His mouth was back on me, and all I could do was bite my lip to keep the scream inside that threatened to release.

“Please,” I begged, the single word trembled from my lips.

Another moment of sweet torture went by before he inched up my body, lips grazing my chin. “I don’t suppose you have a condom with you?”

What did he ask me? My head was so crowded with pulsing need, I could barely think, let alone comprehend his words. Something about a condom. “Don’t need one,” I choked out. “I’m on the pill.” I remembered that he liked to play it safe, and the fact that he didn’t have protection with him was kind of alarming, but I guess he hadn’t planned on fucking me.

Little did he know he would end up spending the night at my house.

I wondered if he would actually stop. Did he not trust me or trust that I religiously took the pill?

Captured by the intense heat blazing in Brock’s aqua eyes, I never imagined someone could want me this much. It was profound. “Flip over,” he demanded in a soft sexy rumble.


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