didn’t get kidnapped by Rick.”
“Ouch. You know about that?” Brock felt like the village idiot going off on his big crime theory like that. “Epic conspiracy fail on my part.”
“I thought it was cute.”
“That’s one word for it.”
“I went to the rose bush my Grammy is under at the graveyard. I stayed a while and remembered all the good things.”
“Great idea.”
“Then, I almost text you to say I was coming to visit the dogs, but I deleted it.”
“Why?” Brock really wished she’d sent it.
“I’d just told you this morning I needed space. It seemed stupid to be begging for attention that same afternoon.”
“Needing some company doesn’t count. I wouldn’t have assumed anything from it. I’d still give you your space.”
“I think I was more worried about me. I should be able to handle these things without running for help.”
“I used to think that. I was wrong. So are you. You should ask for help when you need it.”
“I just feel so useless. I couldn’t even hug my own mother today.”
“Understandable.”
“She never hugged me a day in her life, and I’m the one who feels guilty.”
“It sucks.” Brock kissed her forehead. “But you’ll get through this and be a better person for it. One day, when you have your own kids, you’ll be a perfect mom.”
“I won’t hold my breath on that one. I can’t find a man to make love to me and mean it, let alone want to have kids with me.” It became crystal clear to Brock in that second.
If he wanted Sarah for life, he had to show her he loved her, show her what she meant to him, and how his days were crap without her in them. He would make love to her. He’d throw all his emotions on the line and be the man she needed him to be.
Chapter Eleven
Sarah hated to admit how much better she felt when Brock was around. It was good of him to come over. She’d lost it bigtime but talking about it helped so much. She should’ve went with her first instinct to go to Brock’s.
Now, here they were together talking like an old married couple. Well, how she’d imagined old married couples would talk. She did trust him, after everything. She did. He’d proved himself since she’d found out he was married, but then she’d seen why and a lot of why Brock was the way he was fell into place.
They were so much alike. He’d kissed her forehead and gone quiet. She just laid there enjoying the moment. Then, his mouth sought hers in a tender kiss. Tender and soft, coaxing her lips and tongue to surrender. Sarah relaxed into the most romantic kiss she’d ever experienced. Must be his goodnight kiss.
He kissed her deep and long, bringing the fire to life within her slowly but surely. Sarah toyed with the idea of stopping him, but it was so good. Wrapped completely in his arms, she opened her mouth to give him maximum access. He took advantage, his tongue and lips dancing with hers with increasing tempo.
God, she wanted him so badly. She just had to have him. But this must be the goodnight kiss. He was giving her the kiss he thought she needed. This wasn’t Brock’s style at all. He pulled away from the kiss, planting tiny ones on her nose and cheeks.
“Sarah. You’re beautiful.” His lips were on her neck now, as he kissed his way to her erect nipple. “So beautiful. You nipples are like honey. I could suck them all night.” He placed his mouth over one and drew on it gently, rolling his tongue around the tip. Sarah arched her back and groaned.
He sucked a little harder, and the pleasure shot straight to her core like a laser. Then, he moved the other. Treating it just as gently at first—and then drawing a little harder inside his mouth until her body arched under his expert mouth on her sensitive nipple.
“Oh God. Brock.” Sarah gasped out the word, and his hand rubbed over her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“Breathe, Sarah. Feel. Feel me as I make love to you.” His low voice sent shockwaves
“Ouch. You know about that?” Brock felt like the village idiot going off on his big crime theory like that. “Epic conspiracy fail on my part.”
“I thought it was cute.”
“That’s one word for it.”
“I went to the rose bush my Grammy is under at the graveyard. I stayed a while and remembered all the good things.”
“Great idea.”
“Then, I almost text you to say I was coming to visit the dogs, but I deleted it.”
“Why?” Brock really wished she’d sent it.
“I’d just told you this morning I needed space. It seemed stupid to be begging for attention that same afternoon.”
“Needing some company doesn’t count. I wouldn’t have assumed anything from it. I’d still give you your space.”
“I think I was more worried about me. I should be able to handle these things without running for help.”
“I used to think that. I was wrong. So are you. You should ask for help when you need it.”
“I just feel so useless. I couldn’t even hug my own mother today.”
“Understandable.”
“She never hugged me a day in her life, and I’m the one who feels guilty.”
“It sucks.” Brock kissed her forehead. “But you’ll get through this and be a better person for it. One day, when you have your own kids, you’ll be a perfect mom.”
“I won’t hold my breath on that one. I can’t find a man to make love to me and mean it, let alone want to have kids with me.” It became crystal clear to Brock in that second.
If he wanted Sarah for life, he had to show her he loved her, show her what she meant to him, and how his days were crap without her in them. He would make love to her. He’d throw all his emotions on the line and be the man she needed him to be.
Chapter Eleven
Sarah hated to admit how much better she felt when Brock was around. It was good of him to come over. She’d lost it bigtime but talking about it helped so much. She should’ve went with her first instinct to go to Brock’s.
Now, here they were together talking like an old married couple. Well, how she’d imagined old married couples would talk. She did trust him, after everything. She did. He’d proved himself since she’d found out he was married, but then she’d seen why and a lot of why Brock was the way he was fell into place.
They were so much alike. He’d kissed her forehead and gone quiet. She just laid there enjoying the moment. Then, his mouth sought hers in a tender kiss. Tender and soft, coaxing her lips and tongue to surrender. Sarah relaxed into the most romantic kiss she’d ever experienced. Must be his goodnight kiss.
He kissed her deep and long, bringing the fire to life within her slowly but surely. Sarah toyed with the idea of stopping him, but it was so good. Wrapped completely in his arms, she opened her mouth to give him maximum access. He took advantage, his tongue and lips dancing with hers with increasing tempo.
God, she wanted him so badly. She just had to have him. But this must be the goodnight kiss. He was giving her the kiss he thought she needed. This wasn’t Brock’s style at all. He pulled away from the kiss, planting tiny ones on her nose and cheeks.
“Sarah. You’re beautiful.” His lips were on her neck now, as he kissed his way to her erect nipple. “So beautiful. You nipples are like honey. I could suck them all night.” He placed his mouth over one and drew on it gently, rolling his tongue around the tip. Sarah arched her back and groaned.
He sucked a little harder, and the pleasure shot straight to her core like a laser. Then, he moved the other. Treating it just as gently at first—and then drawing a little harder inside his mouth until her body arched under his expert mouth on her sensitive nipple.
“Oh God. Brock.” Sarah gasped out the word, and his hand rubbed over her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“Breathe, Sarah. Feel. Feel me as I make love to you.” His low voice sent shockwaves
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