I continued resting on my stomach with Brack splayed half over my back. He'd pulled my legs down to make me more comfortable but at the same time, he was heavy, and I loved it. His breath feathered through my hair and his palm made soothing motions on my thigh. We'd been this way for maybe ten minutes. Brack wasn't in a hurry to move, which was nice for a change. I was like most other women on the planet and enjoyed cuddling after sex.

"You awake?" he finally whispered.

"No," I immediately replied. That earned me a stinging pinch to my backside. "I don't think I can move," I added with a giggle.

"Mmm, me either."

He made me smile. "You mind if I roll over?"

He shifted and helped me resituate myself so I faced him with both of us on our sides. I think I could look into his unique eyes every day for the rest of my life. His fingers trailed down my cheek before placing a section of hair behind my ear.

I had to ask, "So why now?"

His eyes left mine for a split second before returning. "A million reasons." His hand traveled from my thigh to my lower belly. "Your amazing body." He surrounded my breast next and squeezed just to the point of pain before transferring his hand to the other one and giving it the same treatment. "These, which I haven't yet tasted."

The arch of my back was completely involuntary- well, maybe.

"You're beautiful." His other hand went to my head and he gently knuckled my skull. "I think I like this best, though. You're intelligent, driven, and a sex maniac."

I laughed. "A sex maniac? You couldn't come up with something better to go with intelligent?"

His eyes burned into mine. "Believe me, baby, there is nothing on earth better than a female sex maniac."

I reached over and tossed a pillow at his face. A wrestling match ensued. We both laughed as I tried to get my legs around his hips and pin him down. Not that I tried very hard. This was one match I had no intention of winning. When he tried the same move on me, we ended up with him holding my shoulders down and his lips on my breast. I sank my fingers into his hair and moaned as he pulled my nipple with his teeth.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Don't stop."

"You'll beg me to stop," he whispered as he sucked my breast for the first time. He was so wrong. The suction on my nipples went straight to my pussy. He stopped sucking and flicked just the tip with his tongue. I would never tell him how funny he looked doing it. Why? Because it felt so damn good. He feasted on both breasts. The smell of sex permeated the room. It blended with his heady musk adding to the stimulation of his teeth which had joined the action.

Okay, maybe he was right. Minutes passed and it was only my breasts getting attention. I liked it. No- I loved it, yet another part of my body that needed immediate consideration. I pulled back on his hair, which only caused him to take more of my breast in his mouth.

"Okay, you win," I said with another tug to his hair.

He looked up. "I'm not nearly finished, but if you say I win a few more times it might help me move along."

Laughter in bed was new to me. Hell, sex like this was new to me. Was this what I'd been missing by having sex exclusively with tennis pros? They were safe and had reputations to maintain just like I did. Tennis is the sport of kings. Prestige and class, or at least the perception of both, were important.

He skimmed his fingers down my ribcage before smoothing his palms over my belly and lower. He repositioned himself onto his knees and I knew what he intended.

"I need to shower," I said as I clenched my thighs tightly together, locking him out.

His hands firmly pried open my legs. "Why?" he asked throatily. He looked at me with infinite patience. His eyes told me he planned to get his way.

I always felt confident in bedunfulfilled most times, but always confident. Heat tinged my cheeks and I didn't answer him.

Brack placed one finger against my slit and pushed about an inch inside me. He pulled his wet finger out and brought it to my lips. "It's both of us, baby. Taste."

I opened my lips as he slid his finger in. We tasted incredible.

Ever so slowly he drew his finger out, returned to my pussy and this time brought it to his own lips. "Delicious," he whispered. "Hold on to the covers, baby, because I'm about to rock your world again."

Fuck. Did nothing this man say during sex sound corny? Hell no. It fucking turned me on. He pushed my thighs wider and dipped his head. Slow laps licked me clean followed by flicks of his tongue against my clit. When I thought I couldn't take more, he added a finger. My ass came off the bed and his low chuckle quivered against me sending pulsing waves up my torso. He rocked my world completely as I skyrocketed into my third orgasm. No other man had ever come close to doing what Brack accomplished today.

He used another finger to push against my asshole. "This is where I'll be eventually. We'll take it slow, but I promise you'll like it."

I pried open my eyes. His smoldered. I would have sworn seconds ago that I couldn't take more. "Please- God, don't stop," I begged.

For that I got another deep chuckle. He rubbed his prickly chin against my inner thighs in torture before returning to my clit. He sucked it between his lips while pulling the sensitive skin upward. He added another finger to my aching pussy pushing against that perfect spot inside of me that I loved using my vibrator on. I was lost. This orgasm thrummed against the walls of my pussy spreading outward. I writhed as my belly clenchedhell, my teeth clenched as the pulses went on and on.

I finally released Brack's hair after the last waves faded. I never wanted to move again. "You're better than any vibrator I've ever used," I said groggily.

His laughter had me smiling. He rose, settling beside me, and pulled me back into his arms. His lips met mine for a brief kiss. "You taste," he bit my lower lip. "So good."

I closed my eyes in contentment and that's all I remembered until a dream took over.

Running.

It was the day Ty hit me with the van. Cement beneath my feet and terror in my heart. I knew what was coming. Before impact, I was suddenly in my bed at my apartment. I opened my eyes to an odd sound. Ty's terrifying outline stood in the darkened doorway of my room. I scrambled to get out of bed. Someone was there. Bethany's lifeless eyes stared at me. I pushed away, but someone cold and lifeless rolled on top of me. It was the old man. I screamed.

"Olivia, wake up. You're okay."

Brack's voice barely registered through my panic. Wrenching sobs broke loose as I curled into a tight ball. Brack's warmth settled against my back as his hands rubbed my skin.

"You want to talk about it?" he whispered into the dark.

"No. I want you to teach me to kill."