Page 60 of Avery's Hero

Voice husky, I say, “I’m expecting you to kiss me like there’s no tomorrow.”

A held breath rushes out of him. “Yes, ma’am.”

He can’t wait a second longer. An instant later, he drops me to my feet and I’m pressed against the wall in his hallway. With a growl, he ducks his head, and fuses his mouth to mine.

I brace for a wild kiss. But it’s shockingly gentle. Softly, he tugs on my lips with his, coaxing me to open for him. He reverently tangles his tongue with mine in a slow dance.

It’s glorious. I’m lost. Washed away in pleasure, wrapped in his safe arms. Time spins out. I hear our matched breathing as I close my eyes and let him completely own the kiss. He slowly consumes me. Tasting me, savoring me until we’re both shaking with need.

When he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine. “I’m not finished,”he says hotly.

Thank god.

“Good,” I whisper, because I’m not sure I can ever get enough of this man.

Tightening his arms around me, he traces his hot mouth along my jaw. In an urgent, rough voice, he demands, “What are you doing to me, Avery?”

I’m trembling, I speak but it’s barely more than a wisp of wind. “Nothing.”

He growls and buries his face, in my hair, inhaling hard. “Liar.”

I’m searching for words when he scoops me in his arms again and strides down the hallway.

Brock makes sure the door is locked, then carries me to his gigantic bed. Lowering me onto the soft comforter, he’s infinitely gentle.

When he steps back to stand next to the bed, he melts me with one look. The hunger on his face is palpable. The possessiveness is unmistakable.

I was such a fool to think I could keep my heart safe from a man like him.

Slowly, he undresses me with callused fingertips that draw wicked shivers and goosebumps everywhere he touches me. Leaning over me, he brushes his knuckles along my throat and murmurs, “Beautiful, Avery. So, so perfect.”

Everywhere he touches, my skin pricks and lights up with energy. I’ve got to be glowing like a neon sign.

When I’m completely naked, he steps back to look over me. “I can’t wait to get inside you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you feel.”

“I know,” I whisper and press my shaking knees together. “I ache for you.”

His nostrils flare and he starts to climb onto the bed on top of me, but I put my hand in the center of his chest, overhis lunging heart. “Tonight is for you. Lie down. I’m taking care of you right now.”

He growls and fists my hair. “You’re wrecking me.”

“Good. Now lie down.”

With a resigned sigh, he throws himself onto the bed.

“Better,” I say with a naughty grin as I climb on top.

“Condom…” He points toward the foil wrapper laying on the nightstand.

I snag the packet, but watch his face as I tell him “I have an IUD. I’m clean. I just had a physical.”

His eyes flare as he bites at his own bottom lip. “I’m clean too. And there’s nothing that I’d like more than to be inside you bare. But it’s your call.”

“Okay, then. That’s settled.”

He watches the condom fly across the room and land on the floor. His laugh is appreciative. It’s a delicious, dark, warm sound. My ovaries love it. They’re already begging to hear it again and again.

Fisting his cock, Brock’s eyes fall to the desperate place between my legs. “I’m raging hard for you.”

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