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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Something has changed between us. I don’t know the moment it happened. It was an eroding of the giant wall inside my shell. I felt my barrier starting to crumble but didn’t know it had been totally swept away until the moment I kissed Brock and knew the quickening of my pulse wasn’t panic, it was excitement.

He looks so surprised. A small, satisfied grin forms on his face as he says, “You kissed me, hot stuff.”

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “Take me home, Brock. I want to be with you tonight.”

The throaty, masculine sound that he releases sends shivering energy through my body. For a few seconds, he holds me. I can hear his heart slamming inside his ribs. It matches mine exactly.

I pull back and shove my hair aside with a shaking hand. “Get this truck rolling, Chief.”

He doesn’t say a word, just guns the accelerator. He drives in heated silence. Fast. Like he always drives. But it’s thrilling. Racing through the darkness toward the crescendo of something dark and delicious.

My body is crackling with heat by the time he wheels into his driveway like he’s rushing to a fire.

Well… I guess he kind of is. Lord knows there’s a fire consuming everything between my ovaries and my clit right now.

We tumble into the foyer, our breathing crazy loud. He kicks the door shut. Throws the lock. Then steps into my personal space.

Inches apart, we stare at each other. Breathing at each other. My body is tingly from head to toe. I’m electric inside like I’ve been plugged into a socket.

Like an animal on prey, he lunges for me, wraps me in his arms. Roughly whispers against my hair, “God. What did I do to deserve you?”

Against my back, his hands are shaking, he’s pulsing with emotion as he sucks air jaggedly against my neck.

Sliding my hands over his body, I try to take tension away with my thoughts and my hands. When I knead the muscles in his neck, he murmurs, “That feels so bloody good.”

Letting my hands drift down, I trace the shape of his muscular lats, then lower. I slowly lift his T-shirt. He helps me get it off over his head, then stands, looking down at me. His lids are heavy and lined with a thicket of black lashes, his eyes are incredibly dark .

My heart stutters and sprouts wings. His rough beauty undoes my sanity. Threatens things inside of me that I don’t let see the light of day.

I trace my fingertips down over his abs, letting them explore the dips and rises, then I slowly trail kisses over the smooth, hard muscles on his chest. He’s perfect. Literally. I can’t imagine wanting another man ever again.

“Mmmm,” he groans as he stands perfectly still. “Love having your hands on me.”

Gliding my fingers lower, sliding along the waist of his pants, I trace the muscles, bones, and vee that dips toward his growing erection.

“Let me take the edge off for you,” I whisper as I free his cock from the fly of his pants.

“You don’t have?—”

His words die abruptly when I wrap both my hands around his girth.

“Shhh,” I say as I look up at his angular face. God, those eyes. They’re so full of emotion. I love looking at those emerald green depths, trying to fathom just how many things lie beneath his tough exterior.

A guttural sound hangs in his throat. His body tenses when I brush my thumb gently over the crown of his cock, gliding along the slit there.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth, now,” I whisper.

Roughly, he says, “God. You certainly are. There’s no way I’ll last watching those perfect lips of yours wrapped around my dick.”

I smile up at him as I lean forward, letting my soft exhale brush over his throbbing erection. “Then close your eyes.”

He catches my jaw in his hand. “No way. No way in hell am I closing my eyes. I’ve dreamed about this for too long.”

“Okay, suit yourself, big boy.” I moisten my lips, then I open my mouth and take him in.

The head of his cock is hot and smooth as velvet against my tongue as I draw him between my lips.

I linger on the crown, memorizing the contour of the ridges. Loving the feel of his heat in my mouth.

But there’s no way I’ll be able to get his huge erection down, but I’m going to do my best to make him feel incredible.

“Yes…” He hisses and growls deep in his chest. The sound is so hot and erotic, my body throbs. Every movement of his erection in my mouth echoes into my pussy. Pressing my thighs together, I let my own moan vibrate against him.

His breath hitches, grows fast, and his cock grows even more. It’s so big, I have no idea how it fits inside me. Thankfully, magically, it does. And I love it. Love everything about it.

Letting my tongue slide over him, I suck, and draw him deep as I stroke his shaft. When he murmurs words of praise, I let my hands gently slide over his sack.

He lets me know he loves it by muttering, “ Ah, god. Yes.”

Nothing else in the world exists. Just us. Lost in the chase of pleasure and release.

I purr when he fists my hair. His fingers hold me just tight enough to bite, but not too much. When he makes throaty growls and flexes his thighs, I go dizzy with lust. Whimpering, I take him as deep as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat.

I have no idea if I’m ‘deepthroating’ him. I don’t even really know what that is. My pornstar experience is zilch. I just want to make him feel incredible. So, I focus on that and I take him as deep as I can while I stroke the base of his shaft.

Shuddering, he groans again. He’s holding back the need to thrust. Being gentle with me but I want him to let go. But maybe I’m not doing this right.

My insecurity runs away with me until he says, “So good. Your mouth feels so fucking incredible on me, baby.” Relief zings through me.

I shiver and take him a little deeper. His body contracts. The muscles in his thigh tighten beneath my hand.

“Oh fuuu—, yeah, Angel, yes .”

I’m so hot and needy, I might spontaneously ignite any second. I have no idea what will happen, but it might end with me fainting.

Clit throbbing, heart leaping, I close my eyes and savor the thrilling feel of his body reacting to my touch.

With each passing second, his muscles tense more and more. I tighten my hand around his base and swirl my tongue around the head as I stroke up and down with my lips. A thrill races through me at knowing I’m making him lose control.

“Ah! God, babe. Yes. Faaaa—” He hisses hard, grips my shoulder and pulls back so fast that all I can do is blink up at him. I wobble on my knees and have to hold onto him to steady myself.

Holy smokes! His eyes are blazing as he stares down at me with his chest heaving.

I almost detonate on the spot—Nearly come like a freight train without him even touching me. My pussy is wailing for him, my arousal is so heavy in my breasts that I’m surprised my bra hasn’t exploded shredding my shirt into tiny bits .

Stunned, I lick my lips, “Is something wrong?”

“You gotta stop, baby. That feels too damned good.” He cups my face, his hands are on fire as he traces his thumb over my bottom lip. When he licks his own lip and snarls like a hungry wolf, I can’t stop a whimper.

“I need to be inside of you, right now.”

“But…”

He kicks out of his boots and pants like he’s doing some kind of magic trick. Then scoops me up so fast, I don’t have time to protest.

As his long legs eat up the distance to the bedroom, he grazes his teeth over my ear, “Permission to kiss you.”

There’s absolutely zero doubt in my mind. I want this. All of this. I’m so ready for this man to kiss me. All of the fear and anxiety and unknowns about Brock touching me are gone.

Voice husky, I say, “I’m expecting you to kiss me like there’s no tomorrow.”

A held breath rushes out of him. “Yes, ma’am.”

He can’t wait a second longer. An instant later, he drops me to my feet and I’m pressed against the wall in his hallway. With a growl, he ducks his head, and fuses his mouth to mine.

I brace for a wild kiss. But it’s shockingly gentle. Softly, he tugs on my lips with his, coaxing me to open for him. He reverently tangles his tongue with mine in a slow dance.

It’s glorious. I’m lost. Washed away in pleasure, wrapped in his safe arms. Time spins out. I hear our matched breathing as I close my eyes and let him completely own the kiss. He slowly consumes me. Tasting me, savoring me until we’re both shaking with need.

When he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine. “I’m not finished,” he says hotly.

Thank god.

“Good,” I whisper, because I’m not sure I can ever get enough of this man.

Tightening his arms around me, he traces his hot mouth along my jaw. In an urgent, rough voice, he demands, “What are you doing to me, Avery?”

I’m trembling, I speak but it’s barely more than a wisp of wind. “Nothing.”

He growls and buries his face, in my hair, inhaling hard. “Liar.”

I’m searching for words when he scoops me in his arms again and strides down the hallway.

Brock makes sure the door is locked, then carries me to his gigantic bed. Lowering me onto the soft comforter, he’s infinitely gentle.

When he steps back to stand next to the bed, he melts me with one look. The hunger on his face is palpable. The possessiveness is unmistakable.

I was such a fool to think I could keep my heart safe from a man like him.

Slowly, he undresses me with callused fingertips that draw wicked shivers and goosebumps everywhere he touches me. Leaning over me, he brushes his knuckles along my throat and murmurs, “Beautiful, Avery. So, so perfect.”

Everywhere he touches, my skin pricks and lights up with energy. I’ve got to be glowing like a neon sign.

When I’m completely naked, he steps back to look over me. “I can’t wait to get inside you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you feel.”

“I know,” I whisper and press my shaking knees together. “I ache for you.”

His nostrils flare and he starts to climb onto the bed on top of me, but I put my hand in the center of his chest, over his lunging heart. “Tonight is for you. Lie down. I’m taking care of you right now.”

He growls and fists my hair. “You’re wrecking me.”

“Good. Now lie down.”

With a resigned sigh, he throws himself onto the bed.

“Better,” I say with a naughty grin as I climb on top.

“Condom…” He points toward the foil wrapper laying on the nightstand.

I snag the packet, but watch his face as I tell him “I have an IUD. I’m clean. I just had a physical.”

His eyes flare as he bites at his own bottom lip. “I’m clean too. And there’s nothing that I’d like more than to be inside you bare. But it’s your call.”

“Okay, then. That’s settled.”

He watches the condom fly across the room and land on the floor. His laugh is appreciative. It’s a delicious, dark, warm sound. My ovaries love it. They’re already begging to hear it again and again.

Fisting his cock, Brock’s eyes fall to the desperate place between my legs. “I’m raging hard for you.”

I let my eyes drop down his perfect abs until I’m fixated on his erection. Somewhere, there has to be monuments to penises like his. Taunt velvet skin stretches over the long, broad length of it. Veins wind along the underside, and the head is dark pink, totally engorged. I smile as I stare at it.

“I’ll admit, it’s hard not to gulp when I think about that going in small places. You’re huge.”

To think I tried to deepthroat that sucker. Sounding half out of my head, I say, “I see you’re ready for another home run.”

With a husky laugh, a cocky tilt to his grin, he says, “Or a moonshot.”

I laugh, “Hush and kiss me while I impale myself.” Then I angle myself over his cock, and lower my mouth to his, as I guide his head between my slippery folds.

He kisses me gently. His throat rumbles with a groan as the muscles of his hips flex beneath me. There’s so much power in his body, he could wreck me, but he doesn’t take over. He just wraps his big hands around my hips and lets me ride him as his eyes devour me.

It was pointless to think I could make him come before me. I fail miserably. When he rolls and pinches both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, I scream.

Moonshot is right.

I nearly fly right off the bed, my climax is so violent. But he holds me tight with those mighty hands of his, and when I turn boneless and collapse onto him, he flips me beneath him.

I want to grumble. But I can’t. It’s useless to try.

The devil. Made me lose control.

And, heaven help me, when I look up at him, all the remaining breath is knocked out of me. His jaw is hard, his gaze is commanding, every bit of his gigantic energy field is focused on me. Lowering his lashes, he hotly says, “My turn.”

When I open my mouth, he presses the pad of his finger to my lips.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I hear myself cry roughly.

That devilish, hot as sin smile is back.

Letting my fingers range over his body, I explore him, inch by inch, while he holds my face between his big hands. Brock kisses my temple, my jaw, and along my neck so tenderly, that tears fill my eyes.

When he shifts, and pulls back to sit on his heels, I’m dizzy, breathless, and my pussy is so soaked. Every nerve ending on my body is overheated. The air around us is alive with chemistry.

Eyes widening, I prop up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Falling hard for you.”

A squeak comes out of my throat.

He laughs, darkly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t freak out.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation now?—”

“No, this is exactly when I think we need to have this conversation. I need for you to know how I feel.”

“Oh, Brock.”

He leans over, braces his hand next to me.

“It’s crazy, but I want you as mine.”

“Me? Now?” I half croak.

“You now."

His voice drops lower. “I’ll be gentle.”

Cupping my right knee, he pulls my leg across my body until I’m on my left side. Scooping his arm beneath both my knees, he pushes them up toward my chest.

“I won’t be so deep this way.”

He grips my thigh with one hand, and slides the fingers of his other hand down my slippery folds. I start to breathe like I’m running when he presses two of them into me. “So wet for me, beautiful.”

Pleasure rips through me like an arrow from my clit to my nipples. “So desperate. I can hardly stand this ache,” I mutter, clenching my eyes closed. I’m embarrassed by how much my body wants this man. I’m delirious already. I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to me when he fills me with his cock this time.

Bracing himself on one hand, he leans down to my ear while he works me up with his fingers. “I’m going to make love to you all night, beautiful girl.”

“Yes…” I hear myself cry softly.

“I’m going to worship every inch of you. I want you to remember our first time making love.”

Clutching the sheet, I groan, “This isn’t our first… The truck… In your shower.”

He drags his thumb across my clit, stopping my words. His gaze intensifies as he watches me swallow. Hotly, he says, “That wasn’t making love.”

My eyes feel as big as saucers. A shiver slides over my skin. “Ooooh…”

Lowering his lashes, his eyes darken even more. “You’ll see.” His heat wraps around me as he folds his body over and around me, positioning himself to enter my throbbing core.

He kisses my temple. Brushes his mouth along my shoulder. Lifts my hand, and kisses the back of it, making sure to capture every finger.

Breathily, I reply. “Ooookay. I like where this is going.”

His voice drops lower. “I’ll be gentle.” Then he flexes his body on mine, presses my legs open farther with his thigh, and kisses me again.

I love that he’s really getting into this kissing thing. Because I’m starving for more. The man’s got mad skills. He kisses me until I’m mindless again. Deeply. Slowly. Perfectly.

And the weight of him is like a dreamy man-blanket. I feel delightfully small beneath his big, protective body.

Everything about him is oversized. Against my thigh lays his loaded weapon. Ready for more action. He flexes his hard, hot muscles against me, rolling his hips, pushing into me, with the promise of mind-melting pleasure .

Inch by inch, he sinks into me. Stretching me. Staking a claim.

I start to pulse all over as I concentrate on having him so deep inside of me. Touching places I’ve never been touched before.

A startling, unwelcome, thought bolts through my mind. Is that what’s happening to my heart too? He’s delving deeper than any other soul?

I almost sob.

No! That’s not what’s happening here.

But god if it doesn’t feel like I’m dangerously close to the edge of something incomprehensible.

Something dangerous. Uncontrollable.

Damned if I’m able to stop myself from running toward it.

I’m too drawn to him. Like moth to flame, bees to honey, sunset to the horizon.

“This is making love.”

He brushes my hair back and looks deeply into my eyes. “This. Feel this connection,” he says softly.

A storm of butterflies takes off inside of my chest. Then he kisses me, moving his soft lips and perfect tongue against mine. I could fly right now. Leap tall buildings. Swim raging rivers. Paint the sky with pink hearts.

God, who is this woman inside my head? Pink hearts? I’m probably the least romantic woman on Earth, and here I am…

My breath stutters against his lips as he presses into my center, stretching me with his giant cock. He angles my top leg higher, until I’m fully exposed to him, and twisted in his arms in a delicious pretzel shape. I’ve never felt so thoroughly surrounded in my life when his thigh aligns with mine, and his arms curl around me .

Heat floods my lower stomach. Something starts to glow inside my chest. Butterflies? Can they even glow? Well, in this magical world my brain has decided to create thanks to Brock, they can.

My nipples tighten painfully. I distantly hear myself whimpering and panting. As if he’s reading my mind, he palms my breasts, one, then the other, letting his callouses abrade my sensitive flesh.

“Ah, god. So good. So tight around me,” he murmurs as he pushes deeper.

Fisting the comforter, I moan against his mouth. He slides out and then back in, inch by inch, until the heat of his pelvis is pressed flush against my hip. He’s deep, but not too deep. I realize just how good this position is when he starts to move, working his body against me in a slow wave.

My g-spot nearly explodes with happiness. “Oh my heavens, Brock.”

He groans deep in his throat, then shifts, folding me tighter beneath him. He buries his face in my neck. “I thought you’d like it this way.”

Like? I freaking LOVE it. But I couldn’t tell him if I had too. I’m now only capable of porn star sounds. No, these aren’t porn star sounds, these are animal sounds. He’s turned me into a wild, feral sex kitten.

I come undone in his arms seconds later, bucking against him. His name rolls from my throat in a long purr.

Colors, vivid and wild, fly behind my eyes, my heart stops and restarts in a fit. Heat ignites everywhere on my body at once. I’d put a raging campfire to shame.

Brock falls perfectly still. “That’s it, Angel.”

The contractions deep inside of me clutch at his cock.

He murmurs, “Avery, beautiful, perfect, Avery.” He takes my earlobe between his teeth. Then he bites down and he growls, “You’re mine, now.”

Gulp!

Something inside of me bursts like a dam. I don’t know if it’s my heart, but the orgasm that sweeps over me is so strong it steals my breath. I clutch desperately at him. “Oh yes. Yes. Yes… God. I’m dying.”

When I come back to Earth, he’s watching me with pleasure. I sigh as little contractions and ripples course through my body.

Brock’s dark green eyes are smiling. He brushes my damp hair back. For a few seconds, he just looks at me with warmth in his gaze, then his expression shifts and turns mysterious. “Not dying, sweetheart. You’re living, and so am I for the first time in years.”