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“I’ll take that as a yes.” He brought his mouth to hers, and fire snapped through her veins.

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.