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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Less than five minutes later, I’m dragged through the front door of a modern beach cottage that has a view of the Pacific Ocean. Not that I can see much, it’s dark, but the moon is dancing on the water, and I’m in love with it instantly.

Up close, the cabin is picture perfect. The interior is basic, but masculine, and spotless. Not a bit of clutter. There are tons of photos of Brock and his son on the bookshelf and scattered across the mantle. The two of them are fishing. Sailing. High up on a mountain overlook. But I don’t have much time to take it all in.

Brock startles a gasp out of me by scooping me into his arms. He strides off, down a long hallway, then kicks open the second door on the right.

I barely have time to register that the master bedroom is gigantic and as beautiful as any hotel room. But I see the bed. King size with a perfectly smooth navy blue coverlet and a mountain of pillows in a half dozen shades of blue at the headboard.

It’s all a big blur because Brock tosses me on the bed and crashes down on top of me. His lips are a fraction of an inch from mine. I can taste him through the air.

His delicious weight crushes me down. All kinds of signals go haywire in my body. All I know is that I want him with every part of me. I’m dying to kiss him too. But I’m terrified.

It’s totally irrational.

There’s no reason to be freaking out. Unless I let myself remember a life I have spent forever trying to forget.

Brock snaps me back when he growls, “Fuck, for a year I’ve been dreaming about having you in my bed.”

Okay… I’m officially having a case of tachycardia. I’m not sure my heart can take this. My heart meter has been redlined since he said he was bringing me to his house.

When I climbed on top of him in the truck. I was in charge. Okay, I was telling myself I was in charge.

For some reason, having sex in his truck was one thing… this is a whole other dangerous game. I’m in his bedroom. In his bed. Under his body. I’m clearly not in control.

But just like Brock does, he reads me like a book. He knows where my spiraling thoughts are trying to go and he doesn’t let me get inside of my head.

He talks dirty. Rough-whispering filthy things to me while he expertly peels off my clothes.

My hormones are geysering inside my body. My ovaries are singing his name. Everything between my thighs feels hot, wet, burning with need.

Those rough words, throaty and raw are hot enough. Pair it with the way he consumes me with those eyes… Yep, the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

That steals my voice. I’m all out of words. Moaning seems to be my new language.

It’s more than a poor gal can take. The big, rough hands, his hot, urgent voice. The crackling intensity in the air between us. I’m lost in a sea of carnal pleasure, riding high on a hormone rush, and being whisked away in a river of illogical submission.

I probably look like I’ve been hit by a taser. Wide-eyed, shaky, and breathless.

Every one of my thinking brain cells blinks off, replaced by a warm golden glow that’s coming from somewhere deep inside my pussy.

All hope of reason is gone.

Tracing his way down my body, he kisses along the line of my ribs, across the angle of my hip. I shiver beneath his touch as he moves closer and closer to the place I can’t wait for him to touch me.

Now! Please.

I’m almost ready to scream for him to hurry when he latches his perfect mouth on my clit. Lightning sears through me. I see stars as I fist the bedsheets. “Oh god, Brock. Yes, yes. That’s so incredible.”

He wedges those broad, strong shoulders, deeper between my legs, forcing me to open wider. Then, the man devours me.

Owns me .

Wrecks me and makes me whole again.

He fingers me, lashes me with broad strokes of his tongue, gently nips me with his teeth. Sucks on the tiny bundle of nerves until I’m coming unglued.

He does it all. Every freaking amazing thing he can do with his mouth and fingers until I’m shaking and glistening with perspiration. Moaning his name.

I couldn’t stop my orgasm if you paid me a million dollars. A bazillion dollars.

It’s the most outrageous, most powerful single feeling of pleasure I’ve ever felt.

I collapse into the bed, heart racing, chest pumping, limp like I’ve been wrung out.

But apparently, one isn’t enough for him. He doesn’t stop.

Hello, multiple orgasms. I’ve heard you are a thing, but this is our first acquaintance.

I’m not even sure what planet I’m on, but Brock apparently knows what he’s doing. He just slowly works me up again.

I’m completely powerless against his expert touch.

My pussy is his forever.

Oh god. Did I just think that? What the hell has happened to my brain?

When I’m limp and sated, after my second orgasm, I’m nearly dead. Like a rocket that’s been shot to space and depleted all its fuel.

Brock curls me into his side and pulls the blanket over me. It feels like Heaven. Okay, maybe not quite like the big “O” heaven I was just in, but it’s got to be a close neighbor. Really close, still right up there in the clouds. His arms, his bed. His warmth… pure bliss.

Brushing his five o-clock shadow over my temple, he says in a sexy as hell voice, “Sleep, babe. I’ve got you. Nothing in the world can hurt you tonight.”

“Ooof,” I whisper back. It’s all I can manage because I’m already drifting off.

Just this one time.

Just this once, I’ll sleep in his arms. Safe. Protected.

When I wake, my heart is racing. I feel like I’ve been plugged into a socket. Like something lit up my electric grid.

As soon as I see him, I know why I feel like I’ve just been hit by a loose wire. He’s freaking over the top. And I’m the focus of one hundred percent of his attention.

There’s pale morning light streaming in the window. Where the sheet is pushed back, Brock’s warm hand is resting possessively against my uncovered thigh. He’s magnificently naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup of fresh coffee in his hand.

For a minute, he watches his hand splay wider on my thigh. Then he looks at me. I fall head first into those emerald beauties and barely even hear him say, “Morning, beautiful. This is for you.”

I blink and look around the room. “You made coffee. In your kitchen. In your house. I’m in your house. Oh god. I must have been in a coma.”

He nods, and a sexy grin tips up one corner of his mouth. “Did I fry those wicked little brain cells of yours?”

“No fair,” I say, pushing up to an elbow and taking the offered cup. “It’s too early in the morning to judge me. God, this smells amazing.”

He leans down and kisses me on the temple, his morning scruff grazing my skin. “ You smell amazing,” he growls.

Shivers dance down my spine. In a yummy, very male morning voice, he says, “No judgment here.”

I sip and let my eyes wander over his breathtaking bare chest. It’s broad, smooth, and heavy with corded muscle. Brock is masculine perfection. Tanned, cut, and big.

Everywhere. Especially his morning erection which is eagerly standing at attention.

My throat goes dry again. Roughly, I say, “Okay. So, this happened. I thought maybe it was a dream.”

As he studies my face, he asks, “Regrets?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. It could still happen, I’m only half online right now. A few microprocessors are still firing up.”

For a second, his eyes show something that could be disappointment, but he hides it quickly, replacing it with a somber expression. Voice cool, he says, “I’ll be in the shower. I won’t be long. Unless you want to join me.”

Curling my legs up, I move to sit against the headboard. “Tempting,” I say, “But I’m sore. If your dirty talking promises were true, I might oughta stay away.”

That distant expression is gone in an instant. His eyes narrow hotly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. When you were riding me in the truck, I was really fucking deep. I knew you’d be bruised and knew we should have had more time to get you ready. That’s why I didn’t take any more last night.”

Glancing at his big, veiny erection, I say, “The Louisville Slugger will wreck a girl.”

“You came so hard, though.”

I blush like I’m turning into a tomato.

He grins as he slides his hand farther up my thigh. “ There are a lot of other positions that aren’t so deep. We can try those next time.”

I watch his face too as I say, “Hm. I guess, but I kind of loved it deep.”

His eyes flare, his body tightens. He burns me up with promises in his gaze. “So, she’s a tease.”

I grin and sip the amazing coffee he made for me. “Maybe a little, but only for you.”

“I knew you were trouble,” he growls, then he pushes off the bed. He stretches toward the ceiling and yawns like a giant lion. I get a real, long look at his entire, perfect, manly physique. Wow. Just wow.

Who knew men even looked so good in real life? I thought that was photoshop wizardry on all those magazines.

Brock grins. I’m busted.

“The offer for the shower stands, but it’s got to be fast. We probably shouldn’t be late to work at the same time.”

Scurrying off the bed, I follow him like a puppy into the gigantic bathroom. “Make it fast, Chief. That would definitely be a bad idea.”

I nearly drop my mug when he jerks me into the shower with him.