13. Brock
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brOCK
T here is no way I’m missing a phenomenal opportunity like this. I’ve dreamed for years about kissing Caroline, so when she presses a tender kiss to my cheek, I turn my head and claim her lips with mine.
She gasps, proving that she’s as surprised by the sudden move as I am, but she doesn’t resist. In fact, she reaches back to run her fingers through the thick hair at the back of my neck.
When she moans and deepens the kiss, I instantly become lost in her. She’s the woman I’ve wanted since the day we met, and she’s here in my arms, making out with me on the floor in my hallway. It’s almost too good to be true. But it is real, and it’s glorious. I can’t get enough of her sweet, delicious mouth.
We are both breathing heavily when she pulls back.
My voice is gravelly as I say, “You taste like my favorite chocolate chip cookies––absolutely irresistible.”
We brush noses as I smile down at her, ready to devour her right here on the floor.
A deep, sexy sound emerges from her throat just before she says, “Mm. You have such a strong scent.”
It takes me a moment to absorb her cryptic words. I pull back from her as I struggle to discern if a ‘strong scent’ is a good or bad thing. Finally, I give up and ask her, “Do I stink? I can go take another shower.”
To my surprise, she begins giggling. It’s not the amused chuckle of the dedicated doctor that I’ve heard ringing out so many times in the arena’s medical room. No, this is an adorable, girly giggle that is pure Caroline––rather than Dr. Wilson.
I love the relaxed and happy sound and find myself wanting to hear more of it as crinkles appear beside her eyes and she covers her mouth with her hand.
I’m completely mesmerized, openly watching her, and not caring a bit if my happy gaze makes it obvious how much I care about her.
Eventually, she shakes her head and says, “I am the worst flirter in the world.”
Her wonderful words nearly bowl me over. Stunned, I ask, “You’re flirting with me?”
This question makes her laughter escalate to an even higher pitch. A tear squeezes out of her eye, so I gently swipe it away with the back of my finger.
She’s still breathless from laughing when she answers. “I was trying to, but the fact that you had to ask makes it clear that I majorly failed with that mission.”
Shaking her head as if trying to clear it, she says in a more somber tone. “Let’s try that again. You have a very strong, masculine scent that I find to be quite appealing.”
Her spine is stiff and her wording is awkward, but hearing her make the effort to leave her comfort zone and flirt with me is more exciting than if the most beautiful bombshell in the world used her come-hither voice on me.
The anxious look Caroline is giving me makes it obvious that she’s desperate to know what I thought of her attempt at flirting.
Hoping to put her mind at ease, I lean in to nuzzle just behind her ear as I closely mimic her words. “Your scent is soft and feminine. I can’t get enough of it.”
It’s not a typical panty-dropping line, but when she leans back to blink up at me, I can tell it has done the trick to soothe her worries about her flirting abilities.
She nods briskly before saying, “Thank you, Brock. That’s very kind of you to say.”
Her extreme discomfort is endearing. It’s obvious that she isn’t used to interacting with men in a relaxed, sensual environment.
She seems to be expecting a response, so I give her a genuine smile before I once more mirror her formal wording. “You’re quite welcome, Caroline.”
Just as I’m getting ready to suggest that she can sleep in my bed while I snooze on the recliner in my room, she absolutely flabbergasts me by saying, “Shall we go have intercourse, then?”