guessing.”
He grinned. “Baby, you could never disappoint me.”
“You say that now because you’re horny and I’m half-naked.”
“No, I’m saying that because I’m going to marry you.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re not going to marry me.”
“I am, Bailey.”
She leaned up on her arms. “You’re not really being serious, right?”
Brock didn’t answer, just grinned, sliding down her body again to draw a nipple into his mouth. Bailey moaned as his hand slipped between her legs, sliding her panties aside, his thumb finding her sensitive nub and working it while he slipped a finger inside her, then two.
“Brock,” she breathed.
Sliding her lace panties from her body, he moved his mouth from her nipples and, kneeling in front of her, he pushed her legs open, kissing the inside of her thighs. Bailey squirmed as he moved lower, and then his mouth was on her and she lost her mind. She wove her fingers into his hair as he worked her body into a frenzy.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered, then went back to his task.
Bailey panted, tiny moans escaping her as the orgasm built and then she climaxed, calling his name as her body came. Brock kissed her inner thigh again and focused back on her breasts.
The rest of the night was a serious exercise in body exploration. But no sex. And even without sex, Brock managed to give her more than six orgasms using his mouth and his fingers, but without condoms, he refused to go any further.
Her last coherent thought as she drifted off to sleep was, that maybe she would marry him.
* * *
Bailey woke, her body overheating, which was unusual for her. When she shifted, she realized why. She was covered by a human blanket. She was on her stomach, Brock half covering her, his chest to her back, one leg between hers and his arms wrapped tight around her.
She sighed, her body pleasantly sore from their activity the night before. She shifted again and Brock tightened his hold. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked.
“Stop rubbing your perfect little ass against me.”
She gasped and rolled to face him. “I am doing no such thing.”
“My bad.” Brock chuckled kissing her neck. “Wishful thinking.”
Bailey ran a finger down his chest. “Are you going to buy condoms today?”
He grasped her hand before it went any lower. “I thought about it and I think it would be better that I don’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, as you so eloquently pointed out, we haven’t been on a normal date yet, and I want to give you that. And I want to put a ring on your finger before I make you mine completely.”
“Are you for real?” she bit out.
“Yeah, baby. I’m for real.”
She groaned, dragging her hands down her face before sitting up on her forearms. “Just to clarify. By ring on my finger, do you mean engagement or are you going to make me wait until the wedding night?”
He chuckled. “I’ll surprise you.”
“Brock,” she growled.
He laid a hand on her arm and sat up. “Shhh.”
“What?”
Brock slid from the bed and pulled on the shorts he’d discarded the night before, grabbing his gun from the side table. “Get in the bathroom and don’t come out until I call you.”
Bailey nodded, her heart racing as she jumped out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
Great, I’m stark naked and my man’s going after someone with a gun.
The tile was cold and she had to pee, but was afraid she’d draw notice if she made any noise. She wrapped her arms around her waist and shifted from foot to foot trying to hear what was going on. The door opened and she squeaked, laying her hand against her chest. “Brock,” she snapped.
“Sorry. All clear. Dallas is here, so get dressed.”
Bailey nodded. “I think I’ll shower first, thank you very much.”
He grinned as his gaze raked over her body. “Wish I could join you.”
“Me too.”
He kissed her quickly, and then pulled the door closed behind him while Bailey
He grinned. “Baby, you could never disappoint me.”
“You say that now because you’re horny and I’m half-naked.”
“No, I’m saying that because I’m going to marry you.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re not going to marry me.”
“I am, Bailey.”
She leaned up on her arms. “You’re not really being serious, right?”
Brock didn’t answer, just grinned, sliding down her body again to draw a nipple into his mouth. Bailey moaned as his hand slipped between her legs, sliding her panties aside, his thumb finding her sensitive nub and working it while he slipped a finger inside her, then two.
“Brock,” she breathed.
Sliding her lace panties from her body, he moved his mouth from her nipples and, kneeling in front of her, he pushed her legs open, kissing the inside of her thighs. Bailey squirmed as he moved lower, and then his mouth was on her and she lost her mind. She wove her fingers into his hair as he worked her body into a frenzy.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered, then went back to his task.
Bailey panted, tiny moans escaping her as the orgasm built and then she climaxed, calling his name as her body came. Brock kissed her inner thigh again and focused back on her breasts.
The rest of the night was a serious exercise in body exploration. But no sex. And even without sex, Brock managed to give her more than six orgasms using his mouth and his fingers, but without condoms, he refused to go any further.
Her last coherent thought as she drifted off to sleep was, that maybe she would marry him.
* * *
Bailey woke, her body overheating, which was unusual for her. When she shifted, she realized why. She was covered by a human blanket. She was on her stomach, Brock half covering her, his chest to her back, one leg between hers and his arms wrapped tight around her.
She sighed, her body pleasantly sore from their activity the night before. She shifted again and Brock tightened his hold. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked.
“Stop rubbing your perfect little ass against me.”
She gasped and rolled to face him. “I am doing no such thing.”
“My bad.” Brock chuckled kissing her neck. “Wishful thinking.”
Bailey ran a finger down his chest. “Are you going to buy condoms today?”
He grasped her hand before it went any lower. “I thought about it and I think it would be better that I don’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, as you so eloquently pointed out, we haven’t been on a normal date yet, and I want to give you that. And I want to put a ring on your finger before I make you mine completely.”
“Are you for real?” she bit out.
“Yeah, baby. I’m for real.”
She groaned, dragging her hands down her face before sitting up on her forearms. “Just to clarify. By ring on my finger, do you mean engagement or are you going to make me wait until the wedding night?”
He chuckled. “I’ll surprise you.”
“Brock,” she growled.
He laid a hand on her arm and sat up. “Shhh.”
“What?”
Brock slid from the bed and pulled on the shorts he’d discarded the night before, grabbing his gun from the side table. “Get in the bathroom and don’t come out until I call you.”
Bailey nodded, her heart racing as she jumped out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
Great, I’m stark naked and my man’s going after someone with a gun.
The tile was cold and she had to pee, but was afraid she’d draw notice if she made any noise. She wrapped her arms around her waist and shifted from foot to foot trying to hear what was going on. The door opened and she squeaked, laying her hand against her chest. “Brock,” she snapped.
“Sorry. All clear. Dallas is here, so get dressed.”
Bailey nodded. “I think I’ll shower first, thank you very much.”
He grinned as his gaze raked over her body. “Wish I could join you.”
“Me too.”
He kissed her quickly, and then pulled the door closed behind him while Bailey
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