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savor you for a while. Maybe I’ll start here.” He tweaked her nipples simultaneously. “I’ve often wondered what the girls would look like naked.”
    “And…?”
    The left side of his lip curled up. “Compliments to your surgeon.”
    “Bastard.” She had half a mind to cover the girls up. “You know perfectly well they’re natural.”
    Chuckling, he bent close and took a pebbled peak into his mouth. His tongue bathed over her distended nipple, slowly, thoroughly. Agonizingly.
    She cradled his nearly shaved head between her palms and held him to her. The stubbled hairs scraped against her hands in much the same manner his five-o’clock shadow prickled the breast he was feasting on.
    A long moan crawled from the depths of her throat. “Brock.” She arched into him to create more contact, tugged him closer. But damn him, he kept right on teasing her. “Please. I need you.”
    “Soon.” He turned his attention to the southern regions of her body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the delicate lines of the lily tattoo on her lower abdomen. “This is new. I like it, but then again, I’m a bit partial to ink.”
    “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She fingered the outer edge of the intricate geometric swirl near his forearm. Tattooed bad boys had never really done anything for her until Brock, and now, every time she saw an inked man she got a little wet between the thighs.
    He kissed her tat, his mouth so close to her core her entire body went rigid. A few inches lower and she’d be in heaven.
    “When did you get it?”
    “A couple of weeks after you left. I wanted a permanent reminder I’d been given a second chance at life.” And getting a tattoo reminded me of the man who helped me live through the worst experience of my life. But that was too emotional a statement for this moment.
    “I like it. I like this too.” His hand moved lower and he eased her folds apart, even as he still stood there fully clothed. The handsome bastard.
    He dipped the pad of his thumb into her juices before sliding it forward to stroke her clit. Every millimeter of her pussy was super-sensitive from the orgasm he’d already stolen from her, so each swipe across the tender bud was almost torturous.
    He kissed the inside of her thigh, drew sloppy circles over her skin. She spread her legs wider for him, but the tease stayed clear of the place she really wanted him to venture.
    “What the hell are you waiting for, Brock? An invitation? If so, consider yourself invited . ”
    He chuckled—but didn’t answer. Instead he ran his thumb between her folds. “You’re fucking sexy when you beg.”
    His words made her smile. Of course he liked hearing that. He was such a guy. Maybe if she begged some more, got a little dirtier, he’d finally get the message and flippin’ take her already. “Please, Brock. Please. Lick my pussy. Make me come. Please.”
    He grinned like a proud papa. “With pleasure, my love.” And finally— finally! —he dropped to his knees and hunkered down as if he were ready to stay a while. Knowledgeable fingertips peeled her lips apart. The second the cool air hit her clit, electricity shot straight to her core. Her pussy gushed with even more warmth, and every muscle in her body tightened.
    She arched against the table, waiting, waiting.
    Waiting…
    Brock licked from her perineum to her clit, a long, languorous move that had her squirming like a worm on hot pavement. Pre-pleasure hummed in her belly. Her skin goose-fleshed. Once again, Brock had her teetering on the edge of ecstasy with very little effort. Was she that easy or was he that good?
    Or both?
    Leisurely, agonizingly, Brock finally settled in to give her clit a little more attention. He sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, jiggled it against the back of his teeth.
    “God.” Her head slammed backward, whacked against the table, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care. Not with Brock’s wonderful mouth where it was, doing what it