she cupped his shaft with her palm and moved it away from his body. She lined his cock up and wrapped her tongue around the cap like a lollipop.
His hands grabbed her hair, fisting it. He didn’t pull or demand, simply held her as she worked his cock like it had a chocolate center, and she wanted that sweet candy treat. She was good at this. Her ex always wanted her to go down on him. No. He wasn’t welcome here. Kallie looked up. Brock was here with her. Once she’d slicked his cock, she opened her mouth and drew his hot shaft inside her mouth. He was big, deep throating wasn’t going to be an option, not with her gag reflex, but she would make sure he felt good. Her hand circled his cock and stroked from the bottom of his shaft to her lips. She sucked the head hard and then teased the slit with her tongue before she lollipopped his crown and started all over again. His low words of encouragement and praise fueled her hunger, and she devoured him.
His hands tightened in her hair. “Close. So close.”
Good. She swallowed his crown and sucked hard, letting her hand fly up and down his cock. He tugged at her hair again.
“Kallie, fuck… yes.” A guttural sound accompanied his orgasm.
She drank everything he gave her, and when he moved away, sensitive and sated, she focused on him and licked her lips. He looked as melted as she’d felt earlier. His hand cupped the back of her head and brought her to his lips. She settled on top of him, and the kiss they shared was nothing like the previous ones. It was slow, sensual and sated. A kiss between two people who felt right in each other’s arms.
His hand slowly caressed her back. As the kiss slowly ended, she sagged onto his chest and closed her eyes. He was using the bed as a backrest. He kissed her hair and continued with that slow circular motion of his hand. “Thank you.” His words rumbled under her ear.
“Right back at you, Detective.” His stomach rumbled beneath her and she smiled against his skin. “Dinner was sidetracked.”
“I enjoyed the detour.”
“So did I.” She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, debating on whether or not she should delve into the specifics of what the detour meant for them. Probably not. Men had different wiring than women. If she brought up a possibility of seeing where this went with them, Brock could freak. She didn’t want that. She’d keep her questions and concerns to herself. They’d already set the ground rules. Professional at work and outside of work? Friends-with-benefits. A casual relationship. She could do that.
His stomach rumbled again, long and low. She laughed and sat up. “I’m going to go get dinner going again. Meet me in the kitchen?”
“Deal.” She liked the way his eyes lingered on her as she pulled on her yoga pants and sweater. It had been a long time since she’d wanted a man to look at her that way. A lifetime ago. She leaned over and kissed him before she made her way to the kitchen. It was time to let go of the past, of Rich, the deceit, the lies and the disappointment. Brock might not be ‘the one’ but she wasn’t going to let the past disrupt her future any longer.
Brock watched Kallie as she swayed seductively from the bedroom. He drew his hand through his hair and scrubbed his face. His new partner was fucking amazing. The attraction between them was off the charts, at least on his end. He could see himself with her long-term. She understood what being a cop meant, knew the dangers, the mind fuck of a death scene, and the anguish of not being able to find closure for some of the victims.
He got up off the carpet and padded into her bathroom to clean up. He snatched up his jeans on the way. The smell of something wonderful drew him down the hall. Kallie was ladling huge bowls full of stew. There was bread and butter on the table. “Sit down. The stew was warmed through by the residual heat in the oven. I heated up the bread in the microwave.”
“God, it smells fantastic.” He slid a chair away from the table and waited for her to come over. “You sit, I’ll grab the other bowl.”