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taken was a simple touch, a soft whisper, or the scent of everything that was Brock.
    Suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was turning her around. With her back to his chest, Izzy felt his defined pecs and his abdomen that felt like he had paint rollers under his shirt. His hard, huge cock dug into her lower back, but Izzy wanted more. She stole a glance over her shoulder and saw Maria was back at the table with Caleb. They both watched her. Caleb’s eyes were trained right on her, his brotherly affection written clearly on his face, but also a smirk covered his mouth. Maria’s eyes were wide with feminine appreciation.
    They continued to move together.   His hands were big, his fingers long, and she felt as though he encompassed her entire waist when he tightened his hold on her. She felt wholly feminine since she wasn’t small by any means. Her shirt rose up so a strip of flesh showed, but before she could reach down and cover her rounded tummy, Brock was stilling her hands.
    “No, Izzy, I like being able to touch your skin, and to feel your curves. It drives me fucking crazy, and makes my cock harder than hell.” Everything stilled inside of her: her movements, her heart, even her breathing. “Let’s not play coy and pretend that there isn’t this fucking insane attraction between us, baby. It was there when we kissed, and I was too much of a scared jackass to realize it.”
    He kissed the side of her neck, so, so softly. Had she heard him right over the loud thumping beat of the music? He didn’t need to repeat himself, because a second later he was sliding his fingers along the small area of skin exposed. Chills wracked her body, and Izzy closed her eyes and absorbed that this was really going on.
    “I just … I don’t know what’s going on.” The song switched to something a bit slower, more seductive, and that just made what they were doing even more sexually charged.
    “What’s there to understand, Izzy? I want you, and you want me.” When he turned her around this last time it was to cup the back of her neck and bring his mouth down on hers. That first touch of his lips to hers had her heart pounding so fast and hard that it drowned out the sound of the music. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, stroked her into opening for him, and then plunged in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her. The kiss they shared in the kitchen didn’t even compare to what they shared right now. Her clit throbbed, and she felt wanton as she pressed closer. A low growl left him, and she felt the vibrations all the way to her toes. “Just tell me what I want to hear, and what I know you want to say.” Although he spoke he didn’t move his lips from hers.
    Could she actually do this, give herself to her roommate and quite possibly ruin what they had? Could she finally allow herself the release of feeling him inside of her body, of letting go and going after what she really wanted when she knew of his violent career? He was dangerous in every way, but the pull of wanting him made no logical sense, and that was why she nodded.
    “Yes. I want you Brock. I want you now.” He slid his hands up her sides and framed her face with his big hands and kissed her deeply, passionately, and like a man who couldn’t get enough. Everything was going so fast, but there was no denying it felt like everything fell right into place. Their tongues dueled together, sliding off each other and mimicking exactly what she wanted him to do between her legs. Her knees were weak, her head was foggy, and beads of sweat lined the dip of her spine.
    He broke their kiss only long enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, that there won’t be any doubt that you’re mine.” His words were heated, determined, and filled with so much promise she knew without a doubt he spoke the truth. He branded her, and it had only taken a few choice words and his wicked kissing skills.
    She had thought of doing this a