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I was cringing so hard my muscles ached, but he spun me around anyway to face him.

“Millie, keep the card and cover the guys' drinks, because Jamie and I? We’ve got a dinner date to get to.”

“Don’t forget protection!” Millie yelled out across the pub as Brock pulled me towards the door. “No glove, no love! Before you hump, cover your stump!”

Her impromptu PSA for safe sex was interrupted by Brock snatching my wallet off the table and then turning to the guys.

“You’ll get another couple of drinks on me, but don’t try anything stupid,” he growled.

“Got somewhere to be, boss?” Ken asked with a grin.

“No offence, but if I’m gonna go out with my lady, I don’t want to see your ugly mugs next to hers.”

“Brock… Brock!”

He let me go when we reached the car park, turning to face me. “I’m sorry you heard that.”

“I’m not.”

I shook my hands.

“It was supposed to be a private conversation. I was just feeling Millie out?—”

“I know what you were doing.” Those amber coloured eyes seemed to see everything and he didn’t flinch away for a second. “Before you were talking to my sister and after you and I…”

When he stormed over, I started to back away, sure he was about to yell at me. That this was fake, that I was blurring lines that should’ve stayed right where they were. What I didn’t expect was him to pin me against the side of his car, his body pressing into mine, making very clear that nothing had changed for him. Still hard, still pressing in right where I needed him. His hands cradled my face and tilted my eyes up to meet his.

I saw it then, the fire in his eyes, the way he was sucking in breaths like he just couldn’t get enough.

Of me.

I felt like a dog straining on a leash, wanting to get closer, but not able to, my eyes tracing the shape of his mouth.

“I need to take you on a proper date, to get you dinner.”

“Uh huh…” I breathed.

“You deserve that.”

“Right.”

When I nodded, my head felt too loose on my neck.

“But to do what’s right, I need…” His head dropped down and my hands slid up and around his neck, my fingers stroking through his hair, revelling in the silken slip of it. Brock let out a little grunt when I grabbed a handful of it. “Just this. Just this, Jamie.”

I didn’t get to ask what, because his mouth crashed down on mine, stopping all words, thoughts, meaning, and forcing me to focus only on the way his kiss felt.

Pizza was overrated. This was perfection.

Chapter 15

Brock

Have you ever kissed someone after spending years wanting just that? I couldn’t even feel her lips at first, too caught up in the fact this was happening. She was sucking in a breath along with me, her hands sinking into my hair as I grabbed a handful of hers. When her legs parted, I surged in, my mouth forcing hers open.

I needed in her.

My tongue, my body, my cock, because only when I satisfied this long-suppressed need to delve into her as deeply as I could go would that burning ache in my chest ease. I pulled away anyway, staring down at her, drinking in her dazed expression, then her swollen lips. Something settled inside me when she smiled. Her hand dragged me back down for another kiss, one I could actually feel.