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Brock drew back a little, his breath coming fast. “So, you liked your birthday present?”
“Loved it. It’s very… romantic.” She hoped she hadn’t misinterpreted his intentions in choosing it.
On previous occasions when Mom and Dad invited him over, Summer and Brock had been careful to behave as if they were just friends. Tonight had been different. He’d entwined his fingers with hers before they sat down to dinner. Then he’d spent the rest of the evening with his hand on her shoulder or resting against the small of her back.
It had felt good. And very right. But confusing.
They’d never talked about what their evolving relationship should be called.Is this still just a fling? Or am I his girlfriend now?
Maybe I’m overthinking it?
Then Brock cupped her breasts through her cute summer top, and drove all the questions out of her mind when he caressed her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. They stiffened, and her desire flared.
Desperate to get him naked as quickly as possible, she yanked the rest of his shirt up and began pulling at the buttons. It was tricky, because he was trying to undress her at the same time and with the same single-minded speed.
Both of them quickly became tangled up in sleeves and necklines.
Laughing, Summer flattened her hands against his half-bared chest. “Wait—wait—” she protested breathlessly. “Let me do you first.”
“But the birthday girl always comes first,” he responded in a sultry tone that made a fresh set of giggles bubble up like Champagne.
“Well,thisbirthday girl wants to undress you and put her hands all over your body,” she shot back.
“Your wish is my command.” He took a half-step back and held his arms out to the side.
It was all she could do not to tear the pearl buttons off his nice cowboy shirt as she fumbled them. Why? Why were there so many of them? And why were they so darned slippery?
Finally, she got his shirt all the way open. She pushed it off his wide shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Then she ran her hands reverently over his broad chest and muscled abs.
“You’re beautiful,” she said fervently.
He grinned, a flush rising from his collarbones. “Shouldn’t I be saying that toyou?”
“Sure,” she responded, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Let’s start a mutual admiration society.”
He laughed, then froze as she put her hands on his belt buckle. It was surprisingly fancy, a silver oval engraved with traditional scrollwork surrounding a gold “B.”
“Admire me all you like, as long as you keep touching me like that,” he replied, grinning. His brown eyes glowed with amusement and desire. “And if you remove my jeans, there’s even more to admire.”
She grinned at him, moved her hands to his hips, and slowly sank down to her knees.
“Boots first,” she said primly. He was wearing new-looking leather cowboy boots today.
Brock groaned but let her pull them off before she reached up to deal with his belt.
She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and fully erect.
Summer licked her lips before leaning in to place a playful kiss on the broad tip. The soft skin was smooth and hot against her mouth. “Hello there, my friend. You look ready for action.”
Brock growled and pulled her up to her feet.
He stripped off her blouse and bra in a jiffy and tossed them to the living room floor. Then he put the brakes on and slowly kissed his way down her throat to her bare breasts, paying loving attention to each one as she squirmed with impatience and rising heat.
The combination of slow kisses, his tongue, and the scrape from his stubble drove her crazy with need. And he knew it.
When he finally slid her shorts and panties down her legs, he urged to step out of them. Then he draped one of her legs over his shoulder, leaned in, and blew a teasing puff of air over her folds before licking her slit, a slow, wet drag of his tongue over her most sensitive place that finished with a leisurely swirl around her bud.
She moaned, and he repeated the caress until she was teetering on the knife edge of her climax. Shaking with desire, she clung to his head, her fingers curled into his short hair, trying to pull him closer, craving just a little more to push her over into her release.
