Hair swinging in my face, I barely caught my breath by the time he placed me on my feet. Then his hands were all over me, stripping my sweater and leggings off at record-breaking speeds. Then the bra was gone, along with the undies, and I was completely nude, standing in front of him. Desire swirled inside me as I stared at him, leaving me feeling out of control and dazed. Thick tendrils of lust mingled with the raw heat as he reached behind him and curled his fingers along the collar of his thermal, tugging it over his head and off.

His body . . .

I could seriously drool over it.

Brock stepped into me, thrusting his muscled thigh between mine, and I lifted my hands, placing them on his chest. I marveled at the hard planes, over the abs that dipped and rippled.

He didn’t kiss me.

His mouth went much lower, closing around the tip of my breast. His tongue rasped over my nipple. All thought fled as he tugged on my breast. My head fell back as raw, exquisite sensations zipped through my veins.

“This is the kind of dessert I want every night,” he said in a smoky, thick voice as he lowered his hand to my hip, urging me to move.

My lips parted on a sharp inhale and then I cried out as his teeth caught my nipple in a delicious little bite. He didn’t need to guide me. My hips rolled and rocked against his thigh. Tension quickly built, and I wondered if I’d come this way. It was quite possible.

But then we were moving. One arm circled my waist and he lifted me up, placing me down on the bed. His lips were hot against my neck and I wanted those lips on mine. My fingers sunk deep into his hair and I tugged his head up to mine. The kiss was deep and consuming. I curled a leg around his and lifted my hips, grinding against him. The friction of his jeans did crazy things to my senses, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you in me,” I whispered in the darkness of my bedroom, surprised by my own aggressiveness. “Now.”

Brock made this deeply masculine sound against my lips. “You’re going to have to be patient.”

“No,” I whimpered.

I felt his lips curve. “Do I need to teach you to be patient?”

My lips curled at the sensual warning in his voice. “Maybe?”

Suddenly, without any warning, he gripped my wrists, capturing them in one hand. He held my wrists pinned to my stomach as he moved down and down, kissing and licking his way from my mouth to my breast and lower, over my navel.

“Open up for me,” he ordered, and I did, spreading my legs as my fingers curling helplessly around air.