And boy was he there, his hard, heated body behind me, his strong arm around me. I felt his lips at the skin of my neck.

“Honey,” I whispered. Those lips trailed up then I felt teeth nip my earlobe.

A shiver slid through me.

Then, a rough, sleepy, deep, “ ’Mornin’, baby.”

Oh my.

His lips slid to behind my ear as his hand at my belly slid up my ribs and I held my breath until his hand stopped. I let out my breath and held it again when the backs of his knuckles started stroking feather light at the bottom swell of my breast.

Oh my.

I pressed back into him as he pushed into me and his tongue touched the skin behind my ear at the same time his thumb disengaged from his knuckles and swiped my breast just under my nipple.

At that, a throb pulsed through me.

“Brock,” I breathed.

“Unless you got an early-mornin’ emergency cake to bake, sweetness,” he growled in my ear, “our earlier activities are scheduled to recommence right about now.”

“The White House tends to give me plenty of advance warning,” I quipped breathily.

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Brock muttered, rolled me to face him, his hand went in my hair, twisted gently, and tugged back but he didn’t have to do that. My arm was winding around him and my head was dipping back so he could have my mouth.

And he took it.

Brock had not lied with what he said in my kitchen when he came back. The first time he made love to me had not been planned. It wasn’t a seduction. It started as usual. We were just messing around, but before that night, he’d always kept it under control. It had usually been about me, him exploring me or him helping me to get off. But something happened, and even as much as I thought about it, to that day, I had no idea what it was. But whatever it was, it snapped his control and he picked me up from the couch, carried me to the bedroom, and off we went.

This was different from all of that except the last.

Because Brock didn’t have a plan. Brock wasn’t protecting me from exposing myself, giving too much to a man whose name I did not know. There was no reason for Brock to control the situation, his reaction or mine.

So he didn’t.

And even bigger than that night when his control snapped, now he didn’t need it. With one touch of our tongues, lying in my bed in the weak, early-morning light of dawn, it exploded.

And even better than any other time, this wasn’t about him exploring me and helping me to get off. This was about us exploring each other.

For the first time ever, I was free to give as good as I got.

So I fucking did.