to make her insane with desire. He’d learned just how much pressure to apply to her nipples to send waves of pleasure through her body. His breathless kisses peppered with erotic whispers of love and forever pushed a tidal wave of prickling sensitivity through her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she sighed after he moved her leg and thrust deeper inside her, the connection between them as profound as it could be. Her body tightened like a bow pulled to the breaking point. This was the moment she’d needed, the cresting accumulation of all the sensations sitting at the precipice of an explosive crescendo. He thrust again, his body pushing into and against hers, the friction, inside and out, launched her into orgasmic bliss.
“You’re beautiful.” His breathless words snapped her eyes open as she gasped for air. “You are the most beautiful thing in the world. I love you.” His thrusts became erratic and she felt him climax. The corded muscles of his neck and shoulders showed in deep striations. His arms bulged as he held himself up, careful, even as he lost control, not to crush her under his weight. His head dropped to her shoulder where his breath cooled her heated skin with hurried pants.
When he finally lifted his head, she smiled up at him. “I love you, Brock. I love you for who you are with me and for the man you are when you are at work. I love that you are a grown ass, foul talking, aggravating and demanding detective and you’re still a momma’s boy. I adore the way you treat your friends, and I’m proud to be yours.”
“I’m not a momma’s boy.” His brow furrowed as he looked down at her.
“Really, that is what you took away from what I just said?”
He couldn’t hide the smile, even though she knew he tried. “Well, no, all that other stuff was cool and all…”
Kallie reached for the man’s ribs and dug her fingers into his sides. He shrieked like a teenage girl and jumped from bed. “Stop!” He held up his hand when she rose to her knees and crawled toward him. “Tickling? Really?”
“Getcha ass back in bed, Detective.” Kallie stopped at the edge of the bed and licked her lips. “We’ve done proposal sex, but we still have acceptance and engagement sex to celebrate.”
“Oh, yeah… that.” A cocky grin spread across his face, but he stalled just beyond her reach. “Tickling is not sexy.”
“Tickling is very sexy, but I promise not to use it again tonight.”
“With great power…”
“Yeah, I know. Great responsibility, now getcha ass in bed before I decide to take you to the floor and tickle you again.”
“Damn, that threat shouldn’t be that hot.” Brock eased into bed and rolled her on top of him.
“Why’s that?” She leaned down and licked up his neck, stopping at his earlobe, taking that into her mouth.
“The fact that if you tried hard enough you might be able to take me down.” Brock shuddered when she nipped his lobe.
“We’ll experiment sometime.” She straddled his hips and pushed against his cock. “Right now, I want my fiancé inside me.”
“Fiancé.” Brock smiled and lifted her hand from his chest. He kissed the ring and then tugged her down to his lips. “I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes I’ll make.”
“Mistakes happen. We’ll figure it out. Together.” She leaned down and kissed the man she was going to marry and spend the rest of her life with. The realization settled deep inside her, became part of her, and solidified her knowledge that Brock King was hers, forever—a forever that would be earned with hard work and determination to be what each other needed. Forever.
Kallie stretched and sat up in bed. Brock had left their bed early, called out. She'd rolled over and promptly fell back into an exhausted sleep. Grant wasn't picking her up until about noon tomorrow. They had interviews scheduled for later in the day, but Grant would handle them alone. They couldn't stop the world, and crime didn't take a break. She glanced at the engagement ring on her hand. It was perfect. A small round diamond. Nothing flashy, she wouldn't have worn anything flashy and Brock knew that about her. He knew everything about her.
Rich was behind bars. Again. She could breathe easier, for now. The court system was good, but fallible. Knowing he was behind bars gave her a semblance of peace. What Rich's actions had torn from her, Brock had repaired.
She got out of bed and