“More.” He roared against her skin, pulled his hand free, and shucked her shorts down her legs. So fast, so abrupt the zipper scratched her thigh, and her shorts remained looped around an ankle. She pulled free the clasp of his buckle, yanked his pants down the solid slope of his ass. Hard and muscular, she dug her fingers into his flesh as he slammed into her. Pushing his cock deep inside, her body easily accepted his spear. All the way to the hilt, his sac slapped her as he entered and withdrew and pounded again.

“Fuck me, angel.”

Her eyes flew open. His face pure alpha. Smoky eyes blazing. Deep concentration straining on his face. She succumbed to the all-powerful look, melted into his complete ownership. One leg wedged against the back seat, the other wrapped around his driving thighs. She met him, matched him, stroke for stroke.

They spiraled higher together. Sweat soaked, moans grinding through kisses and bites. He gripped her ass, and deeper he drove, until she was blinded with need. Unable to see anything other than the onslaught of a terrifyingly powerful climax.

It hit her more strongly than she expected. Muscles spasming. Lungs heaving. Reaching for heaven and knowing it was in her arms. He buried deep, hot seed spilling into her. Penetrating her will. Marking her as his. This was what she wanted. More than they’d ever had. More emotion. More power. More strength. It pummeled her into a heaping, uninhibited mess as she rode her wave on his shaft, coming down in a wonderful, near-painful way.

Brock collapsed, crushing and holding her. Breathing against her, into her, for her.

Tears welled in her eyes. Unexpected. “I’ve missed you too.”

***

Eyelids sliding closed, muscles unflexing, Brock inhaled deeply. Summer and sunshine. The woman he feared he’d lost forever, the one he still had so much to learn about after so many years together, clung to him.

He sat up, righting both their clothes, and pulled her onto his lap. “You good?” Not knowing what else to say, he figured it had to sound better than what now?

“Good.” She made a breathy, sated sound. “That was hot.”

A half grin curved up, and he gave a chuckle. “Yeah, it was, angel.”

“Different.”

He ducked his chin to press his lips on her forehead, letting them linger until she pulled away. “True.” They’d always had fireworks, but that’d just been TNT doused in gasoline.

“You think I’m crazy?” She wasn’t looking at him but out the tinted window. A cloud of uncertainty settled over her expression.

Cupping her chin, Brock drew her focus back inside. “Why would I think that?”

“Because one second, I don’t want to be married anymore. The next I’m asking for this.”

I bet she’s totally confused right now. She probably felt erratic, bouncing from one emotion to the next. He’d practically needed a Xanax prescription after she’d walked out, but she’d been through worse, completely unprepared for it. “No, angel. Far from crazy.”