“So sweet.” He bit and nibbled when his mouth came to a torturous stop. Languidly, he placed her ankle back on the bed. His tongue swirled behind her knees.

Shivers erupted on her legs. A moan escaped her lips. His name fell from her mouth, aroused and husky, and her head twisted on the bed.

He smiled against her skin. His tongue snaked up the back of her thigh, cleaning away the ice cream, replacing the sticky cold with his mind-bending hotness. His branding kisses caressed over her cheek then skipped to the other side.

“Please, Brock.” She turned her head again, hoping her urgency would be conveyed. But he trailed his lips down her thigh, slowly, as the ice cream melted on her body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” And again, he repeated the ankle lift. The gentle sucks, the insane laps, clearing away the coldness and nuzzling into the sweet spot behind her knee. His lips were chilly but his tongue so warm. “Tastes even better.”

I had no idea that could feel so… amazing.

“There’s a new spot.” Cold lips dragged.

Her breathing was erratic. “Uh-huh.”

One hand smoothed the back of her legs, nudging her open, then swept across her wetness. “You like it.”

She nodded. “A lot.”

“Good to know, angel.”

Somehow, having her wrists tied together, her eyes blindfolded while his fingers explored her, made angel sound sexier than ever before. She pictured herself sprawled inches from the massive wood headboard. The carved bedposts feet away. Her body clenched, wondering how and when Brock would make use of the ropes he had cut. He wouldn’t be delicate with her. Not now. Not when she’d be crying out his name.

“No more teasing. I was wrong.” Broken breaths barely allowed for complete thoughts. “I just need you.”

His fingers drifted over her bottom, damp from her juices. He feathered his hands up, moving his muscled body between her legs. “The buildup’s too much? My sweet angel needs relief?”

“Yes.” She pulsed, needing his tantalizing touch again. But he tormented her instead and laid his heavy shaft along the ridge of her rear, stroking up and down. She widened her legs, searching for friction against her clit, but the position she wanted seemed painfully out of reach. Completely impossible.

“Want some help?” His voice was guttural. Antagonizing.

“Yes.” She nodded, wanting to see and loving that she couldn’t. “Touch me. Tease me.”

His chest pressed against her back while his lips toyed with her earlobe. Brock’s hand slid down her sides, cupping her hipbones. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.” Her hands jerked at the ties. “Brock, please.”

The pads of his fingers smoothed forward. He toyed in the damp curls, curving and caressing until he found her clit. The tease was so needed, so unexpected. It stole her breath, revived her need. She felt swollen and ready.