Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Brock circled his arm around Dani’s waist and lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he dipped his face into the sweet, silky skin at her neck. Her back arched and she raked her nails through his hair.
Goddamn.
He turned toward the bed and lowered her to her feet next to it.
He caught the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms. A shy smile lingered on her mouth.
By the time they were done there’d be nothing for her to be shy about.
He pulled the material over her head and her full white-bra-covered breasts spilled out.
Blood hissed against his eardrums. He’d waited a long time for this—to claim what was his.
Her fingers went to the snap of her jeans and he watched, transfixed, as she wiggled them down her thighs.
Her dark lashes kissed her creamy cheeks.
His cock throbbed beneath the towel and he placed his hand over his demanding soldier to calm him.
He wouldn’t blow his load before they got started like some pubescent teenager, although god help him, at this rate, he wouldn’t last another minute.
“Let me get that.” He caught the material at her knees and she tumbled backward onto the bed. He shook the jeans over her calves and tossed them aside. She dug her fists into the mattress and shuffled backward, allowing him space to kneel at her feet. “You’re so incredible.”
“Mmm. I feel like you’re only saying that because I look so different,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. A smirk lifted her mouth, but her words stabbed him. Did she really think he didn’t love her natural beauty?
He knelt on the bed and the damn towel bound around his knees. He wanted nothing more than to shuck it off, but if he did that there was no way in hell he’d be able to engage in the play he wanted to lavish on her.
“You’re too smart to believe that. You know you drive me crazy. You always have.”
She tapped her fingertips on the gold spread beneath her hand. “Even though we’ve been split up for so long?”
“Even more because of that.” He brought his hands to the tops of her knees and pushed her thighs open.
Her eyes darkened and a blush deepened her skin.
“Fuck, babe. I can’t believe how gorgeous you are.
” He drifted his palms down her inner thighs and watched as she reclined on the bed.
Her dark hair spread out around her pale oval face.
Her aqua eyes stared up at him, wide and tentative.
She toyed with a lock of hair near her ear. The nervous motion was familiar.
White panties with a pink floral pattern covered her sex. He exhaled a deep breath through his nose to still the fierce desire that needed to be released.
“These are pretty.” He stroked his finger over her V and her knees buckled open even further.
“But I want what’s underneath.” Her heavy-lidded eyes flashed with lust. He hooked his thumbs into them and tugged.
She lifted her ass and he peeled them off her legs before tossing them over his shoulder. “Much better.”
“Now you.” She stretched out her hand and jerked the towel.
He caught her wrist and shook his head. “You’re going to have to wait for that.”
“Why—oh.” She gasped as he lowered his mouth to her wet folds. Her legs clamped together and he chuckled. Fuck, he loved driving her wild.
“Easy, honey.” He rested his palms on her thighs and her legs eased open. He placed a kiss on either side of her glistening pink sex and her fingers twitched on her belly. He brushed his lips over her delicate flesh and then let his tongue follow suit.
A moan erupted from her throat, and he looked up to see her head tilted back, her eyes sealed shut, and her teeth clamped on her bottom lip. He closed his eyes and moved his tongue around her clitoris then lower to her entry to taste the sweetness dripping from her.
She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis closer to his mouth. He settled one hand on her belly to still her then brought his free hand to engage her along with his mouth. He inserted one finger and she nearly bucked off the bed.
“Oh my god,” she cried.
He breathed out a laugh of delight as his second finger joined the first. He removed his mouth so he could watch the building ecstasy on her flushed cheeks. Sweat dotted the skin between her breasts and he kicked himself for leaving the beautiful globes confined in her bra.
“God, I missed this pus—”
“Brock!” she chastised on a moan. A smile split her face and embarrassment flamed in her cheeks. She pressed her hand to the top of his head and guided him back down to her apex. He nuzzled his mouth into her heat and rolled his tongue over her clit again.
Deep, pleasure-filled panting reached his ears, teetering him over the edge. She curled her fingers into his hair, and he kept the steady rhythm of his fingers: in, out, in, out.
“Ah, Brock!” Her body spasmed and her hips pulsated with each surge of wetness into his mouth. Slowly, her breathing steadied and her body went limp. She released the death grip on his hair and her hands drifted up her stomach. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
A rich, throaty laugh left her lips. “I forgot how good you are at that.”
His own chuckle caught in his throat, and he crawled over her body. “I’m glad you think so. We’re not done, though.”
She flicked her tongue over her bottom lip and her moist palms landed on his sides. Desire burst in her eyes. She trailed her fingers down his side and to the towel. She worked at the knot and opened the material. Her hand immediately sought his cock and circled it.
Every muscle in his body engaged. She stroked her fingertips lazily over his shaft to his knob and then down again. He dropped to his elbows, his body nestled between her thighs and her teasing hand obliterating his resolve.
He needed to get inside her. Now. As much as he wanted to revel in the sex he’d so desperately craved for the last three years—and that he might not have with her again—he couldn’t hold back. Blood filled his dick, making it throb in warning. He pulled out of her reach.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t wait any longer.”
He guided the head of his cock to her opening, and her arms curled around his neck. He sunk into her, and her slippery insides squeezed around his length.
“Ah, hell.” He coughed as pleasure invaded his senses.
She settled deeper into the mattress and her knees curled against his ribs. She inhaled sharply as he pulled out and then pushed back in, and a choked mewl sounded from her throat.
He forced himself to pull away and searched her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyelids half-closed, her mouth lax. “Yes, keep going.”
“Mmm.” He filled her again and buried his face into the soft spot behind her ear.
Her arms coiled tighter, dragging him closer, as if she were afraid he’d leave.
Ecstasy built behind his lids and his dick swelled with the need for release.
He braced his knees on the mattress and stroked deeper into her.
Her hips rose and fell with each thrust and she clung to him.
Her body tensed, and she let loose a cry of pleasure.
He pumped into her, giving her every inch.
Her orgasm spiraled him higher and higher, until he couldn’t hold back another second.
His body jerked as he drove into her. His release came crashing down around his ears.
He collapsed on top of her as the last of his cum left his body. He dragged a long breath in and stared at the pink abrasion on her cheek from his beard. Her body wiggled beneath his and a purr rumbled from her throat against his chest.
Holy shit. He hadn’t felt anything that good since . . . the last time he’d been with her.
And there was no way in hell he couldn’t not have her again.
Dani lay spent, her knee drawn up on a thick, downy pillow, enjoying the feel of the cool cotton sheets over her bare skin. She’d just had sex with Brock. Make that the second round of mind-blowing, erotic, triple-orgasm sex. Lord almighty how in the hell had she forgotten what a sex god he was?
After the first round of lovemaking, they’d devoured their meals, showered, and then tumbled back into the sheets. She’d drifted off for an hour or so and now she lay wide awake.
She should be filled with shame or at least regret for sleeping with her ex.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t in a million years have opened that box again.
But this was anything but normal circumstances, and the last two days together had sealed the parted sea of their differences. The stitches remained, though.
Where in the hell do we go from here? And how will we part ways once all this is over?
His chest rose and fell against her back. His thigh meshed with hers and his arm curled protectively around her abdomen. If it weren’t for the occasional scratch of his fingers over his beard, or clearing of his throat, she’d think he were asleep.
“What are you thinking?” His gruff question snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Nothing. Just tired.”
“Liar.”
She scoffed. “You first.”
“I was thinking about you . . . and about us.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. His voice held no hint of sleep and a pile of warning that deep conversation lay ahead.
“That sounds foreboding.”
His lips brushed over her shoulder and several moments of silence passed. Maybe he wouldn’t delve into the strained territory of their past. Maybe, for tonight, he’d let it be.
“So how about that Vitali heist?” He said the words with a hint of humor, but they slammed into her.
So much for that hope. She turned around beneath the covers and faced him.
The shadow of hair around his jaw had thickened in the last few hours.
The nearly black hair brought out the green in his hazel eyes, and the smile around his lips, which had kissed nearly every inch of her body only hours before, brought her breath to a skidding halt.
Why is he so handsome?