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shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them in mere seconds. He shoved them down her slick thighs. “Take them off,” he demanded and knelt down to lift her leg.
    Skye squirmed, freeing her leg. Brock lifted it and placed it against the door jam. A jolt of exhilaration raced through her as his tongue swept between her folds. Her hips bucked against his mouth, seeking pleasure from him. Two fingers impaled her swiftly and she fought to suppress a scream. His fingers continued to please while his tongue lapped over her clit, sending her mind into dreamland.
    Brock’s strokes were measured and quick, pushing her toward the peak. She caressed his face between her hands, moving up to pull his hair and direct his mouth to where she wanted it the most.
    His fingers sped up, fucking her with the anger she knew he was pouring out. It made her hot, insatiable, and she wanted more. “Yes, Brock!” she squealed. “Just like that.”
    “I want to hate you,” he said with a growl, thrusting his fingers in and giving them a wiggle. She cried out as her orgasm built. Her heart ached hearing his admission, but fueled the desire for him she could no longer deny.
    “I want to deny you as you denied me. I want you to suffer as I have,” he shouted and nipped at her swollen clit. “But I can’t. My heart won’t allow me to push you away and out of my mind.”
    “I’m so sorry, Brock.” Skye gasped. Her release rocked her body, sending her through a maze of dizzying colors and shapes. They morphed, pulled and stretched as her body quivered with Brock’s tongue gently swiping her clit.
    Brock released her and stood, wobbling on his feet. She opened her lids, sobering, and noted his misty eyes. Jumping into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, kissing him with all the passion her heart contained. He held her tight, matching her fire as they groped and pulled against one another, seeking to cure the pain their hearts had endured.
    They broke away and held each other. Skye wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him to her chest and began to cry. The emotion had welled up and was now spilling over.
    Brock held her firmly in his arms. “I don’t mean to hurt you with my words, Skye, but you wounded me deeply. I never knew what happened or what I had done to push you away.”
    She sobbed harder. “You loved me.”

Chapter Four
     
    Two weeks later Skye packed the last of her belongings into the moving truck. Brock surveyed the truck and smiled. “Looks like that’s all of it.”
    “Yeah,” she replied, wrapping her arm around his waist and placing her head against his chest. “You’re stuck with me now, forever. That’s a long time, you know. If you want to back out, you better do so now,” she teased.
    “I don’t know. Forever is hell of a long time.” He laughed.
    Skye jabbed his ribs and he captured her in his strong arms. He looked down into her eyes.
    “I love you, Brock.”
    “I love you with all my heart, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Masterson.”
    Lifting her up with little effort, Brock carried her back to the empty house. Inside, he gently put her down before yanking the buttons on the front of her blouse apart.
    “That’s the second shirt,” Skye gasped as his mouth found her erect nipple and she arched her back. Her hands pulled at his hair, demanding more attention. Rough scrapes of his teeth over her nipple made her cry out. 
    “You’ll forgive me when I’m finished with you. I promise,” Brock teased as he backed her through the empty living room toward the bar.
    With gentle hands, Brock lifted her, settling her ass on the edge of the counter. The heat of her desire made her shorts wet with anticipation. She leaned back, enjoying the feel of his lips traveling up her leg, stopping to lovingly nip the tender flesh of her thigh. The slight pain ebbed, and morphed into desire that continued to build.
    She wiggled under his touch, and Brock chuckled as he unbuttoned her shorts. His smile was