Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

“Well, you have been backing off the modeling lately.”

He sat up and raked his hands through his hair. “The band is more important.”

“Don’t get all defensive about it. I agree.”

“I get it. It’s a business and Roman needs to get his collection out. He’s not just using Ian. He’s also got James and Lindsey in the rotation, like always. Even started using their bassist from Brooklyn Dawn. Big fucker named Oz? He looks like he’s made for leather. And possibly might use it for more than his pants and vests.”

“Too much info.”

He shrugged, then plucked the phone out of her hand and tossed it on the carpet. “Can we go back to the sex part now?”

“I would love to.”

He curled his arms around her waist and rolled her back onto the carpet. “Where were we?”

“We were discussing your preoccupation with your brother.”

Simon sighed and fell on top of her, burying his face in her hair. “Oh, shit.” He inched down her body, making sure he wasn’t letting his full body weight crush her before tugging up her shirt to kiss her slightly distended belly. “You okay there, lemon drop?”

She laughed and smoothed her fingers into his hair. “Being cute isn’t going to stop this conversation.”

He rubbed his chin along her lower belly and tugged her yoga pants a little lower. When he flicked his tongue along the top of her seam, she groaned.

“Not fair.”

“I’ve learned I don’t necessarily have to play fair.” He tucked his knuckle along her swollen clit. “Ah, babe. You’re so fucking ready for me.”

She threw her arm over her eyes. “This will reconvene.”

He dragged her pants down and covered her seam with his stupidly talented mouth. She didn’t even have time to choke out a disgusted laugh before he had her climbing up and over into a shredding orgasm. Her fingers went right into his hair. His thumb strummed her like a damn master and she was fully lost in his touch.

“More,” he demanded.

She arched up, cupping her breasts. “Simon.” His tongue lashed at her clit and he filled her with two fingers, then a third.

“Yes. Tug on those nipples for me.”

“Sadist.” But she did it, and it was just what she needed to go over again.

“I’m going to keep you pregnant forever. You’re like a damn sex machine.”

The surprised giggle bubbled up. “Oh my God, don’t ever say that again.”

He jerked down his zipper and hauled her up to straddle his lap. She barely had time to grab his shoulders before he thrust up inside of her. “You’re so fucking hot.”

She arched her back, and he took the opportunity to latch on to her breast as he cupped her ass and increased the tempo. She rode him like the goddamn rockstar he was. Always perfectly attuned to her body, he kept a firm stroke until both of them were racing for the end.

“I’m not going without you,” he growled into her neck. “Come for me, goddammit.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”

“A-fucking-gain.”

She gripped his shoulders and upended him until he was flat on his back on the carpet. She lost him for a second, but she reached between them and stuffed him back inside. She didn’t realize she was crying when she pushed his shirt up so she could fasten her mouth on his skin. When she bit his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her hips and thrust up inside her harder.

“Fuck.”

It went from sex to fragmented groans and growls as they practically attacked each other. He dug his fingers into her flesh, into her ass, for fuck’s sake. She wanted it all. Hell, she may have demanded it. She was a little fuzzy on the details. All she knew is that it wasn’t enough. They were in a hot clench, chest to chest in the middle of the strewn parts of his bookcase. Her knees were raw from the carpeting and sweat rained down between them.