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“Make love to me.” She holds my stare, and I can see it in her eyes. She wants this. Wants me. And honestly, I can’t keep holding out anymore. We have the room to ourselves, and she already talked to her dad, letting him know she’s turning in early. The door is securely locked, and my willpower is no longer present.
“Oh, this is the good part of the story,” she says when I stand and remove the towel from around my waist.
“Sunshine, every part of our story is the good part. Now, get naked.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Joey
Feeling braver than ever before, I keep my eyes focused on his and stand. He’s directly in front of me, tall and proud in all his naked glory, and my mouth goes dry at the desire swirling in those sapphire orbs.
His eyes follow my movement as I reach down and unfasten my shorts. They slide easily down my legs, pooling at my bare feet. Then I reach for my shirt. Grabbing the hem, I slowly lift, hearing only his hiss as I lift the material over my head and toss it on the floor.
He devours me, drinking in my body from head to toe. A part of me wants to cover up my stomach, especially the part in the middle that’s a little flabby from too much late-night ice cream. But seeing the intensity in his eyes has me standing still, letting him appreciate what’s in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, sounding awestruck. Brock takes a step forward, his big hand wrapping effortlessly around my hip. “This is sexy,” he adds, running one finger from my jaw down between my cleavage and to my belly button.
“It’s new,” I reply, referring to the sheer black bra and panty set I found online last week and had delivered.
“I think you should wear it every night.”
I reach up and slip both straps down my arms, exposing my breasts as I release the front clasp.
“On second thought, as incredible as that view is, this one is just a bit better,” he says the moment I drop my bra on the floor at my feet. “Fuck,” he mumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Come here.”
Taking a step forward, I meet him halfway. I slide my hands up his bare chest. He’s like a work of art, something that should be on display in a gallery or temple. His chest is hard, sculpted muscles beneath warm flesh, and even though this isn’t the first time I’ve touched him, it’s the first time I know it’s leading to more, and I can truly explore his body without reservation.
Brock just stands there, one hand gently gripping my hip and the other balled at his side. “I’m barely hanging on by a thread here, Sunshine,” he whispers through gritted teeth.
I continue my slow examination of his physique with my palms and meet his gaze. “What will it take to make that control snap? This?” I whisper, reaching down and running a single finger down his very long, very hard shaft. When he hisses, I wrap my hand around and squeeze. “Or maybe this?”
He grabs my hand, halting my movements. “Enough,” he growls. “Get on the bed.”
With a smile, I keep my hand right where it is and carefully pull him with me as I move. Brock plasters his mouth to mine, reaches down, removes my hand, and then tosses me on the bed. I laugh as I bounce on the mattress, but the sound falls silent immediately when he crawls on top of me.
We come together with greedy hands and eager mouths, and I have to admit, having him kiss me the way only he knows how is the headiest feeling in the world. Brock runs his mouth acrossmy jaw and down my neck. “I can’t get enough of your sweet skin,” he whispers, his mouth continuing its trek downward.
He places open-mouthed kisses across my collarbones before finally reaching my breasts. He takes one long swipe at one of my hard nipples with his tongue, pulling a deep groan that feels like it comes from my soul. All I can do is lie here, with the amazing sensations of his mouth on me coursing through my blood. Brock adds his hands, gently squeezing and kneading each nipple before sucking them deep into his mouth.
I rock my hips upward, hitching my ankles over his hips, and sliding my clit against his hard length. My body is on fire, heat pumping through my veins and trailing along my flushed skin by his touch. It’s almost too much, yet not enough at the same time.
I need more.
“Please, Brock,” I murmur, thrashing my head to the side as he nips at my nipple and soothes the sharp ache by licking it.
“I’m not done loving on you yet,” he informs me, kissing across my not-so-flat belly.
“Later. I feel like I’m going to combust.”
He chuckles, warm breath tickling my skin. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
I shake my head as he kneels between my legs, just staring down at me. “Let me grab my pants.”
“No,” I reply, reaching for the nightstand drawer and grabbing the box of condoms I slipped inside earlier when I arrived in my room.
“My girl is prepared. I like that,” he says with a laugh, ripping open the box and removing a strip of protection. “We’ll just set these aside. Something tells me we’re going to need them all.”
