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His heart picked up rhythm.
“Comfy enough. I’ve never actually slept on it. Good for lounging when I find the time to chill.”
This time, instead of licking her lip, she bit it. “I’m not a bed hog either.”
Oh, his heart went from a slight pitter-patter to a full-on rumble. Was she insinuating what his body was hoping for since the moment he laid eyes on her? He had never believed in love at first sight. Lust at first sight, for sure. But not love. But he swore, the minute his eyes hit hers how many months ago, his heart sang with a joy he had never felt, his mind said ‘mine’ and his cock went rock hard in seconds. It was a reaction he’d never had with a woman. It had his mind—back then—saying lust at first sight.
Now he was changing his tune to love at first sight. Those intense emotions had been telling him right off the bat he was in love.
Because standing here, staring at the most gorgeous woman on the planet, shyly asking in a roundabout way to sleep with him, he knew. He loved this woman and he’d do anything to keep her.
His feet moved until he was inches from her. Cupping her face, his lips met hers. Soft and sweet. Although he had a sudden epiphany, he still had to take it slowly with her.
“What was that?” she whispered, his lips still mere inches from hers.
“Something I’ve been dying to do all night.” Then he deepened the kiss before murmuring against her lips, “And I plan to hog your side of the bed all night long.”
* * *
His sweet whisperedwords had her insides turning to pure jelly. Oh, she was actually doing this. She was going to have sex with the sexiest man alive. It hadn’t taken much effort to get her point across without actually saying anything. He had jumped right on it. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why it surprised her. Gabby and Mia had said he’d had the hots for her for a while. Perhaps she had known it all along. But sometimes, it was better to ignore the obvious, especially when she knew it wouldn’t be an easy road to toe—not with her mother in the picture.
She lost her shirt with ease. Since they had to disengage their lips for that reason, she took the opportunity to toss his shirt off as well. They fell in a tangled embrace onto the bed, laughter filling the room.
His skin was warm, yet rough with his chest hair tickling her bare breasts. Even the path he took with his lips from her chin down her neck to a taut nipple was rough, his beard scratching as he ventured forth. None of it was painful—more erotic than anything. She had never dated a guy with a beard. Although he always kept it short and trimmed.
While his lips did the most wondrous things to her breasts, his hands weaved a path below, guiding her pants and underwear off. The rest of his clothes disappeared, then he was molding his body perfectly to hers.
“Oh, damn, Jezebelle. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Before she could respond, his mouth found the spot Marty—the silly name she’d dubbed her wonderful vibrator—had been making her feel good the past year. She gasped at the contact. Brick’s lips were definitely better than Marty.
She found her hands trailing down to his head, holding him in place as if he’d suddenly vanish out of thin air or stop before she came. And she wanted to cry out with bliss from his sweet, delicate lips touching her so intimately.
His tongue dove in, doing things she had no idea was possible, then a finger joined the fun. All she could do was moan quietly—who knew how soundproof the walls really were—and hold his head in place. Before long, she could feel that wondrous feeling inching out of hiding and vibrating throughout her entire body.
She might’ve cried out.
Loudly.
Brick’s chuckle didn’t garner a response or even a look, though she couldn’t feel him near her anymore. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and revel in the glorious bliss. Oh, she’d had a few boyfriends, none of them too serious because she knew her mother would’ve never approved of them. She wasn’t shy when it came to sex.
But Brick.
He took the meaning of oral play and shot all her expectations through the roof. The way his mouth moved over her, his tongue doing delicious things, his fingers knowing the right spot to hit. The man knew what he was doing, and he did it damn well.
A tender hand touched her cheek, prompting her to open her eyes. His sexy grin made her deliver one of her own.
“You tasted so damn good. That might happen again.” He sealed his words with a kiss, every delicate stroke of his tongue a promise for later with what would happen in other places on her body.
Then she heard the crinkling noise of a package. She grabbed the condom from him before he could put it on.
“Allow me.”
His eyes flashed with intense desire and a low, throaty moan escaped as she slid the condom on. His eyes closed for a brief moment, another groan releasing.
“I’ll do some playing of my own later.”
“Yes, you can do whatever you want to me,” he growled, his gaze locked with hers, displaying an emotion she wasn’t sure she read correctly.
Definitely desire. Intense lust. A flash of…love?
