He pressed a kiss just below the band of my panties as he slid a hand between my thighs. Then he tipped his head back and those lashes of his lifted. “This,” he said, cupping me. I gasped, and I started to flush, because I knew he could feel how turned on I was. I was drenched. “This is also beautiful.”

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t make a sound as he dragged his thumb up the center of my core, circling the center of nerves. A wicked grin appeared on his lip as he leaned in, replacing his thumb with his mouth.

“Brock,” I cried out as he sucked—sucked deep and hard, drawing me in through the thin material. “Holy . . .”

He chuckled against me, and the rumble stole my breath. “You liked that, right?” He inched his fingers around the band. “I bet you will love it without these in the way.”

Oh God.

I didn’t have to respond, because we both knew the answer to that question.

My breath caught as he brought his hands down, taking the flimsy panties along with them, baring every inch of my skin. Brock rocked back on his haunches and looked up at me.

I fought the urge to cover myself.

He’d seen a lot of me, but not all of me, and this was my first with him, with anyone. Ben and I never really got fully naked. A bra stayed on, or a shirt. It was always dark, and he never, never looked at me like Brock was.

Like he wanted to eat me up.

I was soft in all the places he was hard, a lot softer. When I sat, there were most definitely rolls in places you really didn’t want to think about, but as he slid his hands down my arms and over my waist to my hips, he didn’t seem to notice or care.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and he spoke the words like he meant them. “Fuck, I could come just looking at you.”

That sounded doubtful, but I liked hearing that. No, I loved hearing that.

Brock rose fluidly, dragging his hands up my legs and then over my waist. “Stay here.”

I did as he ordered and watched him back up. He never took his gaze from me as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small foil package. He tossed it on the bed. Still holding my gaze, he undid his pants and stripped down until he was as naked as me, and . . .

Oh my God.

I felt a little dizzy.

His body was beautiful, an artwork of color and designs, of dips and planes. I’d felt him before, knew that he was very well-endowed, but I still marveled on how he was that thick and that large. It was rather impressive. His cock twitched as I stared.