“You live HERE??” I blurted out. Brock laughed and shut off the car.
“Come on, Red let’s give you the grand tour.” He got out and ran around to open my door. I was still in stunned silence as I automatically placed my hand in Brock’s. I let him lead me through the front door, taking in the bigness of the place. It was immaculate. The white marble floors shone in the entryway. I slipped off my shoes, not wanting to get a speck of dirt on anything.
“Oh my stars and garters, Brock! It’s like Scarlett O’Hara threw up in here!” Brock threw back his head and laughed.
“Yeah I guess you would know, being southern,” His eyes twinkled as he looked at me.
“That staircase alone is a thing of beauty,” I whispered. The wide sweeping mahogany banisters flanked marble steps lined with aristocratic crimson carpet. I could imagine myself sweeping down the stairs in a hoop skirt and crinolines layered under yards of taffeta. A grand entrance it would be, complete with elbow length satin gloves and an intricate lace fan. I sighed at the fantasy.
“Come on, I’ll show you the upstairs.” He tugged my hand. We ascended the stairs and I stopped to look behind me.
“Oh yeah, I can totally see her sweeping down that staircase right into Rhett’s scoundrel arms,” I giggled. Striking my best Southern Belle pose, I strutted down the hallway. “Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.” At the last bit of the phrase, I dramatically threw myself against the wall, hand on my forehead and batting my eyes.
“You are something else, Amber,” Brock laughed.
“I’m sorry, my inner Southern Belle couldn’t help herself,” I giggled. We laughed and joked as he showed me the library and study. The more we walked through his house, the more I found I liked about him. We clicked. I’d never felt this kind of connection with a guy before. This one with Brock was instant and electric.
The last door was his bedroom. He opened the door, not sure what to expect but was surprised when I waltzed right in. The walls were navy and grey with dark navy curtains over the large picture windows. The king size four poster bed was draped in period fashion with navy bed curtains drawn at all four posts. The comforter was a dark silver with navy and grey accents. All in all it was very elegant but very masculine.
“Woah,” I gulped. “Your decorator is fabulous!” I giggled. I tended to giggle when I was nervous. And right now, standing in the middle of his bedroom staring at the monstrous bed, I was extremely nervous. I hadn’t thought when I stepped over the threshold. I knew I shouldn’t be in here but I just couldn’t help myself. All my good sense left me when I was around him.
“Yeah my sister Calista is responsible for it. Between her and Allegra, they redecorated the whole house while I was gone last summer.”
“How many sisters do you have?”
“Four – Calista, Allegra, Raven and Harlow. I’m the baby,” he grinned. “They like to spoil me since my parents are nonexistent. This is their way of saying they love me.”
“All my brothers do is make fun of me,” I sighed. “You’re lucky. Sounds like they really love you.” I was still looking around the room and hadn’t noticed he was standing right behind me. Suddenly, I could feel the heat of his body against my back and my heart threatened to stop in my chest. His large hands came to rest on my shoulders, stroking the sides of my neck with his thumbs.
He rested his chin on the top of my head. And just as suddenly as he touched me, he backed away as if he were burned. “Come on, beautiful,” he rasped, “before I do something stupid.” He took my hand again and led me out of the room. We descended the staircase in silence and out to the car without a word spoken.
“Brock?” she asked, her voice small. “Did I do something wrong?” Her luminous green eyes stared at me with such innocence. Shaking my head, I started the car.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Amber.” Capturing her gaze, she saw the raw desire in my eyes. “I was way too tempted to do something wrong with you standing in my room.”
“Oh,” she said softly. I reached up and stroked her cheek with my knuckles.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” She sighed and leaned unconsciously into my touch before she caught herself.
“Oh goodness, Brock. I’m just an ordinary girl. Surely you can have your pick of any girl you want.” She ducked her chin down, staring at the floorboard.
“No you aren’t.” I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, raising it until she looked me in the eye. “You are extraordinary, Amber.” Her lower lip began to tremble.
“Why are you saying these things to me?” She barely got the words out. I let my thumb brush along her bottom lip.
“Because they are true.” Before I could stop myself, I claimed her plush lips with my own. God she tasted as sweet as she looked. She gasped as our lips met and I took advantage of the movement, slipping my tongue inside her mouth. I moved to cup her cherubic face in my hands, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her tiny hands came to rest against my chest and I knew she was about to push me away. I felt the pressure but quickly felt her grip change as she fisted my shirt.
I continued to drink deeply from her mouth, sliding a hand into her glorious red hair. It was softer than silk and cascaded over my knuckles like fire. She leaned into me, opening herself more for me. When I broke the kiss, we were breathless. As I trailed kisses down her neck, I nipped gently at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. That seemed to be the catalyst to shake her from her lust induced haze.
“Brock let me go,” she breathed heavily. “Please.” Her quiet plea caused me to release her and move back into the driver’s seat. She was shaking visibly but it wasn’t from fear. She was struggling to get her desire under control. “I hope you know I’m not that kind of girl.” Her voice was getting steadier.