Page 68 of Grouch-ish

However, my body is in control at the moment, and when the tip of his cock slips through slick folds, I watch as he disappears into me. As my body draws him into my depths and we become one.

Brock watches as well, hissing at the warmth of me surrounding him. Once he’s to the hilt, he reaches around me, covering my hands clutching at the chair’s edge. He pulls back and rocks forth, observing where our bodies join. His expression is full of wonder.

Completely vulnerable to Brock in this position, I’m unable to surge forward to meet his thrusts for fear the chair will topple. He keeps a steady pace, slowly rebuilding the lost orgasm, but I’m still afraid I won’t tip over in this position.

“I don’t think . . .” I’m hesitant to meet his eyes.

Without questioning me, Brock places a hand on my lower belly and stretches his thumb for the place I need him. With the thick pad of his thumb, he rubs in delicious circles on that tender spot, and I tremble once more. My feet catch on the rung of the chair, lifting my knees and opening me wider. I can’t be any more exposed than I am. It’s both freeing and frightening what this man is doing to me.

I’m a sexual goddess. The queen of diamonds. And Brock worships me in a ritual as old as true loves giving gifts for twelve days after Christmas.

“Brock,” I whisper, uncertain what to say to him. Knowing I haven’t told him a truth he needs to hear.

Selfish.

But when he flicks that delicate nub and thrusts forward in a way that causes my breath to hitch, I’m only in the moment. No past. No future. Just these moments in time, making a memory.

“I want you to come around me,” Brock whispers, reverent, awed. Like he can’t believe this is happening.

I’m not certain I can believe it either.

Still, I reach the tipping point, like the precarious edge of a diamond, and tumble over. I release the chair and clutch at Brock, holding onto him as my body fully takes over and I melt into the seat. The rush through my body is like the blizzard outdoors, only full of heat and jittery feelings swirling around me.

Lust. Love. Completion.

How can this man be three things at once?

The king of clubs.

This is quite the card game, and one of us needs to fold before we collapse. Before hearts are bruised.

“Paradise,” Brock hisses, finding his own release, surging inward and jetting off inside me. He clamps his hands on my backside and tightens his hold, pinning me to him. His face buries in my neck. His breath is ragged and deep, and then he’s peppering me with kisses. A trail along the column of my throat and down to my shoulder, then across my collarbone and finally up to my lips.

When he pulls back those dark eyes sparkle and gleam, like the diamond hidden beneath coal, ready to burst forth and show its worth.

He kisses me once more, before slowly releasing from me.

A quick reach for his shirt catches any mess before I excuse myself for the bathroom. The tiled space is freezing with the heat’s absence, but the cool air feels momentarily refreshing.

Our blanket igloo grew a little intense. The intimacy almost too much for me. Words I shouldn’t be saying eleven days after meeting a man tickle the back of my throat.

I’m in love with Brock.

I know it. Recognize it. Acknowledge it. Because this is a feeling I’ve never felt before, and that’s why Brock Scroggs is dangerous.

+ + +

When I return to our huddle, restored from the blanket collapsing over our heads sometime during our sexual adventure on the chair, Brock has a plate of cheeses and meats, plus crackers and fruit beside him.

“I’m starving and I guess we should empty the fridge of what we can.”

I fold down beside him, wearing a flannel shirt that he’d left in my room since he’s been sleeping in there with me.

“Sounds like a plan.” I try to keep my voice steady, although I don’t know why it’s shaking.

Brock doesn’t catch the tremor. “You said you had something to tell me.” His voice lowers while he reaches for a piece of cheese, setting a slice of sausage on top of it and placing both on a cracker.

“It can wait.” I have one more day, I guess.