Worth Waiting For (9 page)

“I know. I heard
you.”

They both burst out
laughing.

“I’d never seen a
woman pleasure herself before. I mean in person.”

“Never?”

He circled her clit.
“Nope, didn’t know it was so erotic. You want to do it? I mean just for me?”

“Right
here?”

“I didn’t mean out in
the street.”

She was coloring up.
She sensed it. Her skin felt prickly, sticky, and the room was suddenly too hot
for her liking. She’d never done that sort of thing in front of a man before. “I’m
embarrassed to do it.”

“Why? There’s nothing
to be ashamed of. Everyone does it, even if they admit it or not. I think it
was really beautiful…you looked so satisfied while you were touching yourself.”

He kissed her again
and without saying another word she put her hand in his and let him guide her
down to her curls until she finally got the courage to rub her clit. His hand
left hers, and she was all on her own.

Kate looked at Brock.
He looked at her and then down to her mound. She had to admit that
him
looking at her playing with herself sort of turned her
on, too.

Kate’s finger picked
up intensity while she kept her eye on Brock and his reaction. His face had fascination
written all over it. She got close to her climax sooner than she had the other
day and credited Brock as the catalyst. She gave a harder rub and push on the
fleshy nub, hoping Brock was enjoying every minute of the show. She murmured
and moaned as she gave a few final passes over her clit and then saw fireworks
exploding in the night sky.

Brock held her as she
shook. “I’d like to get inside you.” he whispered.

“I think I’d like
that, too.”

Brock reached across
to the bedside table, got a condom, tore open the foil package, and sheathed
himself.

Next thing Kate knew
he was deep within her pussy, thrusting hard.

The last person she’d
had sex with in this bed was David. He hadn’t given her an orgasm. Truth was he
hardly ever had. Here with Brock she was already feeling wonderful things
happening to her pussy, her womb, and yeah even in her thighs and breasts. She
brought her legs up to the level of his and crossed them over at the ankles.

He slid deeper inside
and started to thrust harder than any guy she’d ever been with.

Oh wow, oh wow
, she wanted to say but
didn’t want to seem like an idiot. She threw her head back, hoping she could
freeze this moment for the rest of her life. She wanted to freeze the build-up
to the orgasm, not the actual thing but the seconds leading up to it, the anticipation
of knowing what was coming your way. She couldn’t do it. She had to enjoy it
soon, right now in fact. She pushed her backside upward, met Brock’s downward
thrust, and saw stars dance around the room.

Kate gripped his arms
as a tiny bead of his sweat dripped onto her chest. Next thing she knew, he was
exploding inside her. Despite him being sheathed she felt the pressure inside
her pussy as she gripped him some more.

He carefully slid out
and rolled over onto his back.

Kate turned onto her
stomach. She looked at the tattoo on his arm again.
 
She could see it was his name drawn in fancy
lettering. She fingered his bicep and traced the B with her pinkie. “Did it
hurt when you got this done?” she asked.

Brock wiped the sweat
from his forehead and shook his head. “Did at first but then you get used to
it.
”

“So who’s the last
woman you had sex with before me?”

“Miranda
Gibbs.”

“The
actress?”

Brock nodded.

“Yeah, right, very
funny,” said Kate. That was something else she was learning about him, he had a
sense of humor. She’d always had a weak spot for those types of guys.

Chapter Eight

Brock hadn’t meant to
say that. He didn’t want to brag that he’d managed to bed someone famous. In
fact, bedding a celebrity and landing on the front page of the paper was the
reason he’d gotten himself into this strange predicament in the first place. He
glanced over at Kate.

She was still
grinning at what she’d considered a joke on his part.

Brock would let her continue
to believe he was messing with her.

He smiled, too. He
liked Kate, liked her a lot. She was down-to-earth, hardworking, funny, and
yeah, great in bed. He didn’t want to lie to her, lead her on as to where he’d
come from and what he was doing here. However, she’d probably think he was
crazy, a wimp even, for letting his old man call the shots like he had.
But that business was his birthright not his fucking step-brothers’,
no matter how
perfect
they were.
They never went out to clubs and always kept their dicks in their pants. Well,
he was sure Simon definitely had. Brock was convinced the guy was still a
virgin at the ripe old age of twenty-five. Hell, he wondered if he even liked
women, for that matter.

No, he wanted to keep
the whole stupid thing about the test to himself out of sheer embarrassment
more than anything else. He turned over and put his arm across Kate’s body.

She was gently dozing
off to sleep. Weren’t guys supposed to do that after they had sex? Brock knew
she must be dead on her feet. She worked so hard around the restaurant. He’d
never seen anyone with her sort of energy. Sure it was her business, but she
pitched in wherever needed, including clearing tables tonight.

Truth was she was
more beautiful than Miranda Gibbs in his eyes. Fucking Miranda had been like
doing it with a skeleton with two huge balloons stuck on her chest. He hated
implants and so many women had them these days, but not Kate. Squeezing her
breasts, sucking her nipples was perfect. There was nothing artificial about
those babies. And Miranda’s mound had been shaved down to practically nothing,
another strike against her. He glanced down at Kate’s. She didn’t wax, and he
loved it. Letting his fingers slide through the curls, finding the prize buried
somewhere in there was pure heaven.

Yeah, he had the urge
to do that this minute. Work on her clit, bring her to climax, and then dive
back into her again. However, she was fast asleep and there was always the
morning.

***

Kate couldn’t
remember drifting off. She did remember having great sex with Brock. She must
have slept through the night afterward, because she couldn’t recall waking up
every couple of hours as she normally did. She’d been doing that for the last
three weeks or so after discovering what deep financial do-do she was actually
in.

The sun peeked
through the gap in the drapes and its brightness forced her to squint. Today
was Monday and a slow day for the restaurant. Who was she kidding? Every day
was slow. She turned over, thinking maybe she’d sleep an extra hour or two, as
she deserved it.

Kate flipped over
onto her right side and almost jumped when she saw Brock fast asleep and
sharing her pillow.

He was still in her
bed.

She’d assumed he
would have gone back to his own room when they were done having sex.

The stubble on his
face was more pronounced today. She liked it. Almost wanted to run her fingers
over it but didn’t want to wake him. His chest was pretty spectacular, too. And
farther down? Oh yeah, his cock was first class as well.

She wanted him again.
She’d never been this horny before. Maybe something was wrong with her hormones.
Perhaps something in the
town’s water supply.

Kate turned over onto
her back again and looked up at the ceiling. This wasn’t any good. If she
stayed in bed with Brock this close to her she’d do the unspeakable and seduce
him in his sleep.

Cold shower.
She’d
take a shower and maybe that would cool her libido.

She swung her legs
around and sat on the side of the bed. She stood slowly, hoping Brock wouldn’t feel
any movement and then tip-toed to the bathroom. Kate pulled back the shower
curtain and was bending over the tub ready to turn on the taps when she felt two
firm hands grab either side of her hips.

“Caught you,” said
Brock.

“Good morning. Hope I
didn’t wake you.” She was about to stand up and turn around when Brock stopped
her.

“I kind of liked the
view when I walked in here. Your little ass was stuck up in the air and I even
got a glimpse of your pussy.”

So it wasn’t just she
who felt horny this morning. Maybe it was something in the dishes Henri was
creating. He was, after all, French, and they were experts on, oops—love and
romance, not sex.

“You want to save on
water and take a shower together?” he asked.

She pushed the
curtain back, stepped over the side of the tub, and beckoned him in with her
index finger.

He kissed her and
pulled her close as soon as he was in the shower.

The water hit their
faces and dripped down their bodies. The combination of the hot steam, the
pulsating rhythm of the shower, and the sexy, spicy scent of Brock made her
almost giddy.

His lips moved down
her neck, and he nuzzled against her collarbone.

Could the man look
any sexier now that his hair was wet, slicked back, and darker? His designer stubble
was tempting enough to run her fingers and tongue over, which she did.

“You trying to tell
me I need to shave? In fact, you want to do it for me?”

“Yeah, with the razor
I use for my legs and underarms.”

“Okay…on second
thought, stubble’s in, right?”

Kate laughed. She
hadn’t done that for a long time.

He kissed her again,
this time running a hand over her breasts, down her belly, and into her curls.

She reciprocated by trailing
her hand over his stomach, which met with his rock-hard cock.

“You know the condoms
are in the bedroom, and I don’t feel like getting out of here and getting
them,” said Brock.

“Me neither.” She
playfully bit his bottom lip as she spoke. “How about we go to work on each
other and leave the stuff that requires a condom for later?”

“Sounds
good to me.”

Kate stroked his cock
while he buried his finger deep inside her curls. She spread her legs slightly
for him.

“Let’s see who can
bring the other one to climax first,” said Brock.

“You’re on.”

She rested her head on
his shoulder as he pumped his finger into her, each time his movements getting
harder, faster, and deeper. She gripped his cock with more intensity. She
wanted to win but at the same time wanted Brock to take her to paradise soon.

Kate took a deep
breath, hoping she would hold out a little longer to at least make this more of
a contest, but Brock was making that close to impossible. She couldn’t help it.
She bit into his shoulder as she climaxed and then cried out. She eased down
his body, causing her hand to slip off his cock. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Hey, no need to
apologize.”

“Guess you win, but
how about I do this?”

She took his cock and
placed it between her own legs and slid it back and forth over her very slick
opening.

“Hey, Kate, that
feels great but I think we should use a condom with my dick being this close to
your pussy…just in case.”

She kissed him. “No
problem, but don’t worry about us having an accident, because I can’t get
pregnant. In fact, I think it’s why my husband found another woman.”

Chapter Nine

Brock watched Kate
chop the potatoes for the seafood chowder. He’d wanted to hold her, hug her, make
her feel better since earlier in the day when she’d told him she couldn’t have
a baby. He’d reached out for her, ready to pull her in close, but she hadn’t
said another word and simply stepped over the side of the tub and hurried out
of the bathroom.

He was sure he’d seen
a tear running down her cheek before she’d left him standing there, still erect
and aching for her attention. It could have been a drop of water from the
shower, but he was sure it was a real tear because she’d almost choked on the
words when she’d told him.

He could understand
how she felt even though he was a man. Didn’t every woman—well, most—want a
baby? It was the most natural thing in the world, so he could understand her pain
and the tear…if that’s what it had really been.

She hadn’t stayed
long enough for him to ask exactly what her problem was and why she couldn’t
conceive. Not that it was any of his business. They weren’t in a relationship.
They were two people who shared the mutual love of great sex.