He kissed the corner of my lips. “You say that like you don’t know it’s me.” The drag of his rough jawline along my neck caused me to gasp. “Who else would be climbing into your bed at one in the morning?”

Still half-asleep, I started to grin, to tease him that it could be anyone, but as the seconds passed and the more awake I became, the events of the day returned.

I scooted away, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. Soft light flooded the bedroom. What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to come back until Saturday afternoon.

“Where are you going?” He circled an arm around my waist, tugging me back and under him.

Before I could respond, his mouth closed over mine. With the touch of his lips, my body responded without thought. My lips parted, and the kiss deepened. His lower body settled onto mine, and I could feel him through his jeans, pressing against me. He rocked his hips into me, and my breath caught on a burst of exquisite sensations. Within seconds I was already throbbing. He could either turn me on that quickly, or I was always that ready for him.

“I missed that sound,” he said against my lips. “Drove like a maniac to get here now instead of in the morning just to hear it.”

I was seconds from being carried away by the pulse-pounding desire. If I didn’t stop this now, I wouldn’t be able to, and even though I wanted nothing more than to feel him, all of him, we needed to talk.

Calling on every ounce of willpower I could find, I placed my hands on his chest. “Brock—”

“Fuck.” His hips rolled as his hand slid up over the loose shirt I wore, skimming the swell of my breasts as his forehead grazed mine. “That’s another thing I missed here. My name on your lips.”

My body flushed hot. Oh man, he really knew how to distract me, but I pushed lightly on his chest. “We need to talk.”

“We can do that.” His lips brushed over my right jaw and then his teeth caught the fleshy part of my lobe. “We can also do other things.”

“No, we can’t.”

He chuckled. “It’s called multitasking, Jilly.”

“I can’t multitask like this,” I admitted. Already, my heart rate was all over the place.

His hand roamed over the crest of my breast, his fingers finding the hardened peak. “That’s not my problem.”

I wanted to laugh, but if I did, his persistence would sway me. My fingers curled into the sweater he wore. “Kristen came by the office today.” Those words were like dousing Brock in ice water. His hand stilled, as did his hips. He lifted his head and stared down at me with dark eyes.

“Come again?”

“Kristen stopped by the Academy to talk to me.”

“About what?”