didn’t need to pull the casserole for another thirty minutes.
She felt his warmth behind her. Big, tall, and hard, he stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He bent down and whispered, “You captivate me, Kallie. I know you’ve had a hard time in the past. I’m not him. I’m never going to hurt you like that. We have chemistry, both sexual and personal. I’m on board with us working on both of those levels.”
She turned around. His arms encircled her. She shifted her gaze up and saw the honesty in his eyes. “I’d like that. Both levels.”
Her breath caught in her throat when he lowered to kiss her. He hesitated millimeters from her lips. The needy sound that came from her was embarrassing and one hundred percent honest. When his lips swept hers, she shivered. One of his hands traveled up her back and cupped her head. He angled her and dropped his lips again, this time asking for, and being granted, access.
Her arms circled his neck out of necessity. Her bones turned into goo, and she would have slid to the floor without his strong arms around her. His tongue explored her and danced with hers. His strong arms supported her, and he bent her back and drew her into his body. Oh hell, feeling the hard ridge pressed into her abdomen drew another whimper from somewhere deep inside her. She pushed against his shaft and rotated her hips, drawing a growled response from him.
He kissed his way from her lips, to her ear. “Turn off the oven.”
She blinked, bringing the ceiling into focus. His lips traveled down her neck, and she shivered when he nipped the junction of her shoulder. She dropped an arm from around his neck and patted to the left. She moved just enough to see what she was doing and hit the button to shut off the oven.
He glanced up at the range before he reached down with both hands, palmed her ass and lifted her up to him. She shrieked, wrapped her legs around him, and latched her arms back over his neck. “Put me down; I’m too heavy!”
“No, you’re perfect against me. Bedroom?”
She nodded in the direction of the hall before she leaned into him closer and ran her tongue up his neck. He squeezed her and stopped in the middle of the hall. She shifted so she could see his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m trying not to come in my jeans like a horny teenager.”
She laughed and leaned back in, swiping the same path as she had earlier.
His hand popped her on the ass. “Minx. So that’s the way you want to play it, huh?” He strode into her bedroom, and they both tumbled onto her bed. It wasn’t a gentle descent, more like a crash landing, but it got them on the bed, and that was perfect.
She pushed at the hem of his sweater. He tugged it up and whipped the bulky sweater off, taking the t-shirt under it also. He was magnificent. His thick pecs, bulging biceps and tight, flat stomach on full display, she allowed her fingers to reach up and play with the light dusting of hair on his chest. The muscles under his skin jumped under her touch. She trailed her fingers over long jagged scars and down farther to his belt. He leaned down and took her mouth, possessing her with a heat and need that matched her own. She flicked open the buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. She found his shaft under a layer of cotton and ran her palm down the length of it. He was thick and long, hot and ready for her.
“Clothes have got to go,” he grumbled and pushed away from her to stand at the side of the bed. She watched as he toed off his boots and pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swoop. Lord, she’d never seen an Adonis belt as pronounced. The bulky winter clothes and coats he wore totally obliterated his exquisite body. “Now you.”
He reached down and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants.
She shook her head and rolled off the bed. “Lie down.”
He stretched lazily on her queen-sized bed and dwarfed it with his size. His hand drifted down his stomach, following the ridges until he palmed his cock and stroked it slowly.
She leisurely worked her sweater off and removed it.
“Fuck, look at you.” Brock’s words of praise emboldened her.