Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,18

cupboards. But instead of walking into the bedroom I’d been staying in, I ran right into a mountain of a man, bouncing back a step in startled retreat. His arms came up to steady me, the heat of his touch lighting my skin on fire. I craned my neck up and up until my eyes finally landed on his beautiful browns. His gaze was soulful, so full of unspoken promises that I never wanted to look away.

It wasn’t until he looked me up and down, did I remember I was completely naked. I wasn’t shy about my body, especially in front of him, his appreciation for my round backside making me want to taunt him, but I shouldn’t tease him.

Not yet.

Not until he was able to toss me on the bed and have his way with me without me worrying whether he’d hurt himself.

Brick’s injuries were healing nicely, and he regained more of his strength each day. His pain had decreased as well, although I was sure the meds Addy had him on contributed. She was happy with his progress but told him not to rush anything. We both knew what she meant, even without her having to spell it out.

“Are you going to let me get dressed?” I laughed, stepping into him, and running my hand down the center of his chest. He no longer wore a bandage over his wound, but the skin was still red and slightly puffy, dissipating a little more each day. He’d undoubtedly be left with scars, a constant reminder of what happened.

I intended to walk around him, but instinct pushed me closer. The only piece of clothing he wore was a pair of black sweatpants, his appearance right now driving me wild. Running my fingers along his waistband, I tugged them lower, revealing the delectable deep-ridged V of his abdomen. I fought against being selfish and demanding he fuck me. I craved his aggression, his dominance. I loved when he used his mouth on my—

“Will you please stop lookin’ at me like that?” He growled, the deep rasp of his voice making me want him even more. “Or I’ll be forced to do things you don’t think I’m ready for.”

“You’re not.” I moved my hands to cup his ass.

“Then why do you keep teasin’ me?” He removed my grip and clasped both my hands into one of his, resting his free hand on my collarbone, forcing me to walk backward until I was in the middle of the bathroom again.

“I can’t seem to help myself.”

“Then let me do what I want to you. What I know you need. What we both need.” He shifted my hands to rest at the small of my back and turned me around to face the mirror. I was immobilized, testing the restraint of his hold, which was strong. I was barely able to wiggle my fingers, let alone untangle my wrists.

He trailed the fingers of his free hand over my belly, dragging his touch upward until he hovered over my breast. A wave of goose bumps skidded across my skin, puckering my nipples.

“I love your tits,” he said, pinching one, then the other, the ripple of pain he elicited making me wet. I closed my eyes, wanting to give in, but hesitant to do so yet. “Look at me.” I shook my head in defiance. “Zoe.” He said my name with a warning. “Don’t make me tell you again.” My lids popped open and I stared at him through the reflection of the mirror, his stare promising me untold pleasure if I only relented and gave in, which I was on the verge of doing.

Brick pushed me further into the counter, bending me slightly forward. He rubbed against me, the jolt of his cock against the seam of my ass making me choke on my next breath.

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, hating every syllable I spoke.

“We can.” His eyes darkened. “It’d be really easy for me to get inside you. I bet if I checked, I’d find that you’re soaked. Am I right?” I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from his. “Do you want me to check anyway?” Again, I moved my head up and down. He shifted his hand from my breasts, to my belly, then a few inches lower until he reached the top of my mound.

I parted my lips to plead with him to stop teasing me but was interrupted by the ringing of my cell. We stood in position, waiting until the