“I like that,” Brock said in a deep, husky voice. “I like you looking at me.”

The breath I took didn’t go very far as I forced my gaze to his. “You say I’m beautiful, but you . . .”

“I’m what?”

There were no words.

Walking to where I stood, he placed his hands on my hips. There was a glint to his deep brown eyes and a tilt to his sensual lips. The tips of my breasts grazed his chest. He lowered his mouth to my left ear and said, “I cannot wait to be inside you.”

I shivered as my eyes drifted shut. “Don’t wait.”

His cock jumped against my belly as he drew his thumbs along my jaw, tilting my head back. Fueled by his response, I said, “I don’t want to wait another minute.”

He made the sexiest sound ever as his hands clenched my hips. “Damn . . .”

Brock kissed me, slow and deep, drawing out a pulsing ache between my thighs as he turned me. He walked me backward until my legs touched the bed. With controlled pressure, he guided me down so I was sitting. I opened my eyes as his mouth left mine.

I stared up at him, breathless.

Smiling, he cupped one breast and smoothed his thumb over the rosy nipple. My heart was racing as he placed one knee on the bed. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. He was like hot steel covered in silk. I explored him from base to tip, marveling at the feel of him.

Brock groaned as he picked up the condom. I stroked him until he caught my wrist, pulling my hand away so he could slide the condom on. I scooted away from the edge, leaning back on my elbows in the bed.

His gaze flicked up, meeting mine as he rose over me. He stopped at my thighs, kissing me as he nudged my legs further apart with his shoulders. His mouth crept and I felt his tongue along the seam of my thigh.

Pulse pounding, my head fell back as my hand floated toward him. I sunk my fingers into his hair as his breath moved closer and closer. I tensed, letting out a low moan as his tongue dragged up the very center of me.

“I can never get enough of your taste,” he said, moving upward, nipping at the skin below my navel. “I could eat you for lunch and dinner.”

“I don’t think I . . . I would complain about that.”

“No.” His breath danced over the sensitized skin of my breast. “No, you would not.”

The head of his cock prodded at my entrance as his mouth closed over one breast and he palmed the other. I lost all ability to breathe as my body arched and I pressed against him. His tongue, his teeth, and those fingers sent stinging jolts of pure pleasure through me.