Page 22 of Irresistible

When he slid out and groaned loudly, she nodded in agreement.

Their joining was absolute as he rocked in and out over and over again, rubbing against all her nerves. She moaned. And then he answered. Physically, it was the best experience of her life, and the tears that started to stream down her cheeks told her that, emotionally, she didn’t have a prayer. She hoped he wouldn’t notice, turning her head.

“Don’t hide.” Spreading her knees wide, he drove into her. “I want us to shatter together.”

All the pressure inside her detonated and another orgasm exploded. The world was obliterated and all she could feel and see was Brock. He followed her and came seconds later and filled her with his seed. Once, twice, and then a third time. Accepting that part of him without question was the most intimate thing she’d ever done. The loud sounds of their breath filled the bedroom as they clasped one another. The small part of her brain that was still working told her never to let go.

When he collapsed next to her and gathered her in his arms, she knew that he had been right all along. She would not come out of this the same way she went in.

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“I’d like to go on record as saying that was definitely worth the wait.” Lifting himself on an elbow, he stared down and watched Lilly close her eyes. “I’ll let you rest, and then we can try the next thing I have in mind.” As she rolled into him, he kissed her head. He wrapped her up and felt a contentment he hadn’t thought existed. The restless dissatisfaction had disappeared just from Lilly opening herself up. Not only her body but also, if he wasn’t mistaken, her heart. He’d seen those tears track down her face as she surrendered, and he knew that didn’t happen unless someone was all in. She had an untamed heart and he wanted to mean something to her because she meant everything to him.

Discovering who she was as an adult was exciting, and every time she revealed a piece of herself, he wanted to know more. On one hand, he knew a great deal because of the time they’d spent together growing up. Her favorite color, movie, food, book, and music—he could rattle the answers off without even thinking. But the subtleties that made her happy, he wasn’t familiar with.

It was going to be exciting to get to know the grown woman she’d become. The last hour had been a good start. But there was so much more, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew every detail.

Running his fingers over her skin, he replayed her every moan of pleasure. What they’d done was fairly textbook, but it had been more perfect than any other experience of his life. In his mind, things had just gotten really fucking simple. When two people fit perfectly together as they did, it made sense to hold on to it.

He heard Popcorn bark and released his hold on Lilly. When the dog barked again, Brock untangled himself and grabbed his boxers. As far as he knew, the dog didn’t bark unless he had reason to. Brock walked out of the room quietly and gently closed the door. There was only one small light on downstairs, so he was in luck. He could investigate without announcing his presence to anyone who might be lurking outside.

As he hit the bottom stair, he slid along the wall and glanced out the front door. There were car headlights bouncing off the house across the way, and moments later a car sped down the street. Popcorn stood at the door with his tail wagging and his ears pointed forward. “What did you see, boy?”

When the dog turned and cocked his head, Brock wondered what was going on. “Let’s check the rest of the house.” As he made his way through the downstairs, he noticed how lax her security was. That was going to change. He would make this place secure as Fort Knox as soon as he could. The French doors were locked, as were the windows, so he made his way around to the door from the kitchen to the garage and noticed it was unlocked. Shaking his head, he walked out and saw nothing out of place. Moving around Lilly’s car, he checked the side door and saw that the doorknob was loose. She had a dead bolt on the door, and that looked fine. Popcorn followed his every move and pushed his head into his leg. “What was it that got you riled up?” he asked the dog.

He decided to wait until the morning to do a thorough inspection. If he walked around outside with a flashlight, one of the neighbors would call it in.

Returning to the house, he locked the door and turned off the light. As he moved toward the stairs, the dog followed. “Going to sleep upstairs tonight?” Popcorn answered by moving ahead of him and ascending the stairs. Parking himself in front of the bedroom door, the dog lay down and gave him a what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it look. Bending down, he rubbed Popcorn’s head and then stepped over him. “You’re on watch tonight.”

When Brock crawled back into bed, he gathered Lilly in his arms again. It was interesting to see that she still slept like the dead. It would probably take a bomb exploding to get any real movement out of her, so he closed his eyes and decided to get a little rest himself. After all, he was going to need his energy for the things he had in mind. All they’d had was an appetizer, and when she woke up, he meant to feast and enjoy a full meal.

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