Page 98 of Inexplicable

Brock: I have some very specific plans today.

Okay, I was intrigued.

Me: I thought everyone there would just hang out there and each too much turkey.

My doorbell rang, and I thought about ignoring it, but I grabbed my phone and walked to the door.

My doorbell didn’t ring very often.

What if it was an emergency or something?

Brock: They probably will.

I frowned as I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Didn’t he know what they were doing?

My mouth dropped open as I saw the most incredible thing I could possibly see today on my doorstep.

“You’re supposed to check to see who it is before you open the door,” Brock complained, but he was grinning at me.

“Brock!” I said in a stunned voice.

He dropped the duffel he was holding, and I immediately squealed way louder than I should have and threw myself into his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and then put my legs around his waist.

He was here, and I needed to get as close to him as possible.

I hugged him and breathed in his masculine scent, savoring the feel of his muscular body plastered to mine.

He held my weight easily, picked up his bag, and walked into the house.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he closed and locked the door behind him and dropped his bag. “It feels like forever since I’ve touched you, Stargazer. I had to come. I couldn’t go another damn day without touching you again.”

Elation filled my soul as he kissed me like we hadn’t seen each other in years.

I’d missed him.

I’d missed this.

I’d missed every single thing about us.

Brock plundered my mouth with the same desperation that I felt.

Our tongues tangled with a savage need, and I moaned as Brock grasped my ass hard and pulled my core against him.

He was so hard that I had to grind against him.

Brock slapped my ass and released my mouth before he said hoarsely, “If you don’t stop, you’re going to get fucked up against this wall.”

I made a mewling sound that I didn’t recognize and I worked to get my feet on the ground. “That sounds incredible,” I told him in a sultry voice when my feet touched the floor.

“Clothes. Off,” he ground out and reached for the hem of the Henley he was wearing.

My heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon, I got out of my clothing in record time.

Naked, we reached for each other, and I moaned as we came together, skin-to-skin.

Brock stroked his hands over my body while he captured my mouth.