And it felt incredible.
“Jane.” His eyebrows rose. “You have ninety seconds.”
She hobbled out of the room with a laugh and up the stairs just as a smirk spread across his face.
His phone went off in his pocket.
He glanced down at the text from Bentley.
Don’t be a yes man…unless you’re looking in the mirror, then say yes. Or with Jane. Say yes with Jane. We’ll keep Grandfather occupied.
Well, maybe his brothers were good for something.
He stared at his phone then put it back in his pocket, and then very slowly took the stairs one at a time, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it before walking into the bedroom.
Even though he’d told her what he wanted, he was surprised to see Jane waiting for him, completely naked as requested, a stern expression on her face. It was cute as hell, and he found himself falling a little bit harder in that moment as she arched an eyebrow. Then he noticed she was trembling slightly.
He prayed this wouldn’t end badly.
For either of them.
Because his heart was already invested—and if hers wasn’t, he was going to try his damnedest to convince it to beat for him.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jane shivered as Brock’s gaze darkened. His slow perusal of her body left her feeling so nervous she almost ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.
She was shy!
She didn’t normally take chances or strip naked because a man had asked her to.
What the heck was she doing? Standing naked in front of Brock, a man she’d only known a few days.
This wasn’t like her.
But he made her feel brave.
He made her feel like he was someone she’d been searching for her whole life.
“You’re beautiful.” He took a step forward, his abs flexing with each inhale. He was shirtless, all golden skin and muscles
“Wait.” She quickly covered herself up, then slowly removed her hands and sighed. “I uh, we need some sort of…rules or something.”
“No.” He said it so quickly that she nearly stumbled backward. Then he ran his large hands across her shoulders and lower, cupping her breasts gently before moving his fingers down to her hips and pulling her body against his. “Do you want this?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters.” He captured her mouth again and again, his kiss going from aggressive to soft in a matter of seconds. His hands spread across her ass, fingers flexing against her skin as he deepened the kiss, his lips hungry in their pursuit.
He kissed her like he wanted her.
He touched her like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Jane reached up to touch his face. A shadow of a beard was already making an appearance, giving his skin an erotic roughness that made her clench her thighs together.
A small area of chest hair drew her attention away from his face. She trailed a finger down the middle of two impressive pecs to his perfectly chiseled abs. They didn’t make men like Brock anymore, ones who weren’t waxed and fake, or so thin and wiry that a curvy woman would be afraid of breaking them.
In his arms, she was small, perfect.
“Keep doing that and this is going to be over really fast,” he grumbled as she trailed her hands along his sides.
“Sorry.” She gulped. “I guess I didn’t think my touch would cause—”
“This.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection. “But it’s more than your touch; it’s every damn conversation, every look, every smile, causes this painful need to be inside you, to fuck society and my grandfather and every other person on this godforsaken planet that dares to tell me what I should be doing with my life rather than being in this bedroom, right now, with the only woman who’s ever made me want to say no.”
With each word, he seemed to grow beneath her hand, until she was sure he was going to spring free from his jeans.
With a gruff curse, he backed away from her and swallowed. “You do that to me. Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”
“I do,” she whispered.
He reached for her hips and then slid his hand between her thighs. She let out a moan. “You feel so good.”
“Let me make love to you.” His voice had changed, shifted, as his fingers started to press into her. “Please?”
Another jerky nod and then she was reaching for the button of his jeans, helping him undress while standing there like a naked hussy.
He shoved off the jeans, almost stumbling into her in an effort to be free from them. His boxers were next.
“Come here,” he growled, his mouth hot on her neck. He pinned her hands back against one of the bedposts as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her back pressed against the hard post as he assaulted her with his mouth making it impossible for her to escape.