Tumble Creek (15 page)

‘Believe it.' She dipped her head, pointing out where his hands were hidden, again. ‘Why do you keep shoving your hands in your pits?'

‘Control.' That one word sounded like an order.

‘What?' she asked, the bridge of her nose wrinkling up.

‘If I didn't have them stuck in there, they'd be all over you, and, Babe, I didn't know until a moment ago if you're ready for that, ready for me.'

‘You kissed me, took me into the shadows at Veronica's, and your hands were on my arse mostly, but still, they were on me.'

‘We were semi-private, but other than some great kissing, nothing was going to happen, not like it can here in this house.'

Sofie's eye widened and, brows raised, she asked, ‘Are you into BDSM?'

‘Er … no.' He shook his head, ‘But if you …'

‘Only if you're gentle,' she winked. ‘I'm kidding. I've never tried it, that doesn't mean I never will.'

Fuck, she was beautiful and playful.
Okay, that's it.
He freed his hands and slowly curled them around her neck and jaw, fingers spreading into her amazing hair; he angled her head to face his and dared to murmur, ‘You still want to take us further?'

‘Oh yes,' she nodded, her jaw sliding against his palms. ‘I couldn't have been clearer.'

‘No, you couldn't have.' His gaze moved over her face before capturing her eyes, then slowly, eyes closed, his mouth came down on her luscious full lips for a kiss that made him groan. Sofie opened her mouth for him, and he tasted her tongue. A rumble erupted deep in his throat. She slipped her arms around his neck and into his hair. He wanted to rush headlong into nakedness and drive himself deep inside her. But he was big, and he worried that he'd hurt her. She had to be primed and ready to be able to take him. The very idea made his breath ragged.

Chapter 7

Sofie couldn't wait any longer and started to pull at Brock's T-shirt. Exposing his ripped abs she nipped, licked and kissed his skin all the way to his nipples, sucking one then the other. Hands flat, she slipped them under his shirt, feeling his satin skin over hard muscles. He groaned as he reached over his shoulders, grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled it off. Then Brock hunkered down and slid his hands up her thighs, taking the skirt to her hips and exposing her black lacy-topped stockings. He sucked in a breath as his fingers lightly stroked the strip of exposed skin between her stockings and undies. Then his soft mouth kissed the sensitive area above the lace, and slowly moved to her inner thighs. Sofie held her breath, the sweet sensation almost too much.

She started to gather her dress but in one fluid movement Brock stood and took over, swooping her dress up and off. She stood facing him in her black lace bra, matching undies and stockings. Brock's gaze slid to her feet, then slowly trailed up her body. Eyes on hers, his hands went to her ribcage then slowly moved around to her back. He undid her bra, slid the straps off her arms and tossed it aside. He cupped her breasts and gazed at them as if in awe, then bent down to tenderly lick and kiss her nipples. Sofie whimpered and slid her hand into her undies to clutch her aching sex.

‘Jesus, Babe,' he growled, sliding his hand over hers inside her undies. ‘Wait for me?'

Kissing his way up to her throat, Brock pulled his jeans zipper down with his other hand while simultaneously kicking off his boots, then using his feet, shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them aside. Sofie's eyes darted to the impressive bulge in his jocks. In a blink the jocks were gone too, freeing his erection. At the sight of him fully erect, wetness gathered at her entrance.

‘Oh my.' She whipped her hands out of her undies and went straight for his shaft, her fingers clasping around him, squeezing, stroking. ‘I want you … every glorious inch of you.' She licked her lips.

Brock groaned and pulled her in against his hard body, Sofie gasped and her arms flew around his neck. His thick shaft pressing into her belly made her want him inside her now; she was about to say so when his mouth went down on hers for a deep, hungry, tongue-wrestling kiss. And then his mouth was everywhere, nibbling her earlobe, grazing his teeth down her neck then tongue-kissing to her collar bone. He cupped her breasts again and sucked on her nipples, sending an electrifying pulse straight between her thighs. Moving further down with his mouth, he slipped his fingers in the band of her undies and pushed them down to her ankles. Breathing fast with anticipation, Sofie stepped out of them. His dark eyes, a heady mix of heat and need, locked on hers, and Sofie's heart swelled. His beautiful hands and pressed in massaging as they moved over to her belly, then further down to her pelvis and in between her thighs. ‘Open for me, Babe,' he whispered hungrily as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth.

Sofie immediately did as he asked. His hand slid down to cup her sex, then he gently slipped two fingers into her wet folds and slid them over her swollen clit.

‘Oh my God,' she said on a gasp, her fingers going up into his hair to hang on.

His fingers teased at her entrance. Sofie rocked forward trying to thrust them in deeper, as he edged back to play over her wet, swollen clit. ‘I need more,' Sofie moaned and began to buck her hips over his hand. Brock trailed kisses to her breasts, then using his tongue he sucked and laved her nipples, then sucked a little harder. Sofie arched back, and Brock eased a finger in, slowly going deeper.

‘Hmm, warm, wet, silk,' Brock moaned hungrily against her mouth, easing in another finger, pumping, opening Sofie wider.

‘Oh God! Brock! I'm going to …' She grabbed his hair and pulled his hand away from her sex. ‘Stop—stop—stop! Oh dear God, not in a million years did I ever think I would say that. But if you don't stop right now I'll come, and I want you inside me when I do.'

‘Not stopping, you first. Then I'll make you come again … me inside,' he murmured, a naughty grin playing across his mouth.

‘You will?' She'd never done anything of the sort. If Brock's love-making were to continue like this, and there was no reason why not, then surely she'd be completely sated. ‘I can't.' Fingers in his scalp she clutched handfuls of his hair.

‘Trust me, you can.'

‘Oh …' Sofie whimpered, her body about to collapse with so much pleasure.

His mouth was back on hers, his slick fingers inside her pumping faster, faster. Sofie climaxed. A star-blazing orgasm that rolled on and on. Her body jerked, her limbs shook. Luckily Brock's forearm was under her bottom, holding her up, because her legs went and without his arm she would have slumped to the floor.

Suddenly his hands were around her waist and she was up and flying onto the bed. He'd pulled back the covers—when he'd managed that she had no idea—and now she was on her back and Brock was covering her with his powerful body, and yes, his weight, and his warm skin on hers—heaven! Using his knees he spread her legs wide and the tip of his shaft nudged her entrance, then little by little he eased himself inside.

‘Oh my God.' She arched her back and neck, thrusting her breasts up.

‘Babe, wet, silk, tight, wrapped around me. Fuck that feels good.' His hands were on the mattress on either side of her, taking his weight off her body now, shoulders, biceps and forearm muscles bulging; she ran her hands up, fingers rippling over his skin, loving the feel of him, the power of him.

He kissed along her jaw and, voice rough, he whispered, ‘Let me see your beautiful eyes. I want to see how turned on you are.'

She did as he asked, and all that she gave him reflected in his face, his eyes. Sofie was sure she interpreted Brock's expression correctly. His open, honest face showed that what he was experiencing, with her, was blowing his mind.

‘Fuck, you're amazing, giving me everything.' He lowered his mouth to her lips, his tongue toying with hers.

Her legs went around his back, digging her heels into his butt, pulling him inside her. ‘Stop playing and give me fast, give more.' Brock upped the pace. ‘Oh yes … yes.' Sofie bucked her hips to meet his rhythm.

His hand slid in between them straight to her sex. He pulled his shaft out to the tip and his fingers went in, making them wet, he brought them out to slip around her inner folds and clit. Sofie cried out her pleasure and Brock drove deep inside her. Staying there he rotated his hips, again and again, relentlessly driving her to the edge. His mouth went to a nipple, and he sucked, nipped and sucked again, all the while driving in deeper, fingers swirling over her clit.

‘Come for me, Babe. I want to feel you clutch my cock.' His head went to her neck. ‘Come for me,' he softly growled in her ear, adding goosebumps to all the delicious sensations, making her body sing.

Sofie moaned with every outward breath, coming faster now as she headed towards another sensational orgasm. ‘I'm … I'm there. Brock … Brock!' Her breath shallow as the tingling, beautiful waves washed through her, making her body convulse around his shaft. Brock slammed in deep and stayed planted. Grunting, his mouth came down on hers. Claiming. Masculine. Wild.

Slowly, their panting eased. Hands sliding her hair back, Brock whispered against her mouth, ‘You okay?'

‘Oh, I may never walk again, but hey—'

‘Shit, did I hurt you?' Brock cut her off. ‘I was so careful. Let me have a look.' He lifted the cover and started to move down.

Sofie grabbed his hair, stopping him. ‘Absolutely not, you stay right where you are. I'm fine. It's just that I can't remember the last time I did this.' She giggled. ‘Isn't that awful? Or maybe not.' Moisture gathered in her eyes. ‘I like it that you're the first since I can't remember when.'

‘Babe, wouldn't have wanted you to miss out, but I'm glad I'm the first in your can't-remember-when.' Amused, and fighting a grin, he very softly kissed her eyelids.

‘What's that look for and what's so funny that you're ready to burst out laughing? Which, I might add, I enjoy seeing. Don't hold back.'

‘Okay, you haven't gone without. There's that little matter of a vib—'

Sofie covered his mouth again. ‘Sh-sh-sh-sh, walls have ears.'

‘Babe …' Voice muffled behind her hand, he pulled himself under control. Sofie felt his mouth ease into a smile against her palm, then fingers clasped around her wrist, he gently moved her hand away, and he rumbled, ‘I would love to help you play with your toy.' Grinning, he bent down and kissed her nipple then sucked it hard.

‘Ooh, that just went straight to my …'

‘Yeah, I know where that went.' The joy on his face couldn't be missed. ‘Next time.' And keeping them connected, Brock relaxed his arms and rolled onto his back so that Sofie was on top. She lay her head on his chest and listened to the steady drumming of his heart, while hers was still galloping along.

‘Brock, you're stuck with me, I'm not moving,' Sofie murmured against his skin.

He chuckled and her head bounced on his chest. She smiled and his hand came down to stroke her cheek.

Without warning, Brock pulled out, wrapped his arms around her back and under her knees, then he swung his legs over the side and carried her to the bathroom.

‘What're you doing?' Sofie asked.

‘Cleaning up, Babe.'

Soft mouth on hers, Brock used a warm flannel to wash between her legs. Overwhelmed with his sweet caresses, Sofie relaxed and went with his adoring care of her. Then he patted her dry and carried her back to his bed, arranging himself so that he had Sofie tucked into his side, her head on his bicep.

‘Are we right now?' she whispered, feeling bewildered yet at the same time loved, cared for.

‘Yep.' His hand stroked her hair, drawing it back, massaging her scalp … heaven. ‘Night, Babe.'

‘Hmm … love,'
Sofie murmured. His fingers flexed, but by then her body had grown heavy.

***

Someone was fiddling with the front door lock. Groggily, Sofie raised herself up on her elbows. Now voices were muttering out on the porch.
Oh crap.

In a panic, she turned to face Brock and shook him.

He grinned and swung an arm around her waist, drawing her in. ‘What's up?' he asked with a smile, his baritone voice husky with sleep. His warm, hard body pressed into hers, sent a quiver through her. Brock's arms flexed in response and his smile turned into a chuckle. God, there was nothing she wanted more than to snuggle up and spend her Saturday morning in bed with him.

She curled her hand around his jaw. ‘Brock, someone's trying to get into your house!' she whispered as loud as she dared.

In a blink, and stark naked, he was up and at the bedroom door, looking down the hall and listening. Drawn curtains meant the room was semi-dark, yet she didn't miss seeing the marks on his back.
Oh my God!
How could anyone miss what was clearly severe scarring on his back? Sofie's blood drained from her face, and her hands began to tremble. Why hadn't she felt any of the scars during their mind-blowing sex last night?

Hands on either side of the doorway, Brock paused. Brow furrowed, he turned his head and his dark eyes sent her a warning glance. Apprehension shivered through her, and then he was gone. Oh bugger, did he worry about her seeing them? When he strode back in almost immediately, she tried to clear her face, to stop herself from revealing outrage, compassion, and the look of holy-crap-what-happened-to-you.

‘Babe, throw something on, my parents are here,' he whispered, back to his normal self. Then smiling down at her, he shoved his long legs into a pair of jeans, going commando. And despite the intrusion, and the scars she'd seen, his morning's bulging package sent sweet tingles straight between her thighs. What was wrong with her, how could she be thinking about his penis and how well he used it? She thought,
woman, get a grip
. He pulled the zipper up, thankfully without injury, then shrugged on his long-sleeved T-shirt. Sofie watched in a trance, loving the way his muscles bunched and extended as he shoved his arms into the sleeves, loving the masculine way he moved during all this dressing business. Then Brock was on the bed, hauling her out. He set her on her feet, and kissed her forehead. ‘I think Dad's using delaying tactics on Mum, but it can't last.' He gathered her clothes and pushed them into her arms, kissed her briefly, turned her around, and gently guided her out the door, down the hall and into the bathroom. ‘Shower, do your thing, get dressed and come say hello, yeah?'