Page 115 of Inexplicable

He smirked as he saw where my eyes had strayed and headed for the shower.

I smiled because he’d known exactly what I was thinking.

Brock would probably always be just a little bit cocky, but I happened to love that trait. That self-assurance had helped keep him safe all these years.

I stripped out of my clothes, shedding my jeans and sweater on the way to the bathroom.

My panties and my bra got dropped on the bathroom floor.

I had zero hangups about being naked in front of Brock anymore.

He thought I was beautiful, and I’d finally internalized that fact as truth.

I was still sexually inexperienced, but I was quickly making up for that lack of experience and getting bolder every single day.

Brock was constantly introducing me to new sensual pleasures, and I enjoyed every second of those explorations.

“I was hoping you’d show up,” he said in a low, sexy baritone as I entered the shower.

I was surrounded by the tantalizing scent of his masculine bodywash as I let the hot water pour over my head and body.

He was completely lathered up and ready to rinse.

I’d already showered earlier in the day, but I couldn’t stay away from him.

“I was going to help you with that,” I told him as I nodded at the bodywash in his hand.

He dropped the bottle back on the shelf and pinned me against the shower stall, one hand on each side of my body, as he let the water rinse the suds from his body.

“That’s not what I need help with right now, beautiful,” he growled against my ear.

I reached for his cock and gave him a sensual stroke. “I want to taste you so much.”

“As much as I’d love to have that sweet, hot mouth on my cock, I wouldn’t last thirty seconds,” he told me hoarsely. “That’s not what I need right now.”

“Then what do you want?” I asked as I moved my hands down his chest, needing to touch him.

He gripped the nape of my neck lightly but possessively. “I need to taste your sweet pussy and hear you scream my name before I fuck you into oblivion,” he said, his voice raw with desire.

God, yes!

“Please,” I said in a tremulous voice.

“You’ll never have to beg, baby,” he said gruffly.

Maybe not, but I actually liked letting him know how much I wanted him.

For him, I’d definitely beg.

I gripped his biceps hard, and his fingers stroked through my slit.

“You’re so damn wet,” he rumbled as he went to his knees.

“I haven’t seen you for two days,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he replied against my pussy lips. “And it’s been complete hell.”

A strangled sound escaped from my lips as Brock buried his face in my pussy, pulling my leg over his shoulder to get better access.