Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

He lashed at my clit harder, and I immediately fisted to match. Like it was a direct conduit to my every reaction.

He jerked down my shorts, tossing them over his shoulder then split me wide open once more. “I need to see you. All of you.” He was still on his knees, but he was tall enough that he could lean against the juncture of my thighs with his raging hard-on. He ground the denim-covered masterpiece against my abused skin.

“Fuck.” His voice was more growl than words.

He shoved his hand under my shirt and groaned when he came into contact with my breasts. I was small-chested, but I was acutely sensitive. So much so that I’d actually had to beg for boyfriends to lay off of them.

But he didn’t.

He lightly undulated his hips so that the slow burn of pressure against my pussy left me on standby. Not enough to let me come again, but just enough that I couldn’t come back down.

He kissed his way under the hem of my shirt to my belly.

I couldn’t see him, or those spooky sea-colored eyes that haunted me.

I wasn’t sure it made it better as he lightly trailed his way up my rib cage to the underside of my breasts. I didn’t know where he would hit next.

And his hair kept tickling me, making me shift against his freaking cock. Oh, I could shift against it. I didn’t just have to lie there and take whatever he was dishing out.

Though it was supposed to be all about me. I could starfish here if I wanted to, but the low hum of frustration was driving me crazy. If I could just have one more little orgasm, I could think again. I needed a little more friction.

He nipped at the skin just under my nipple before his head popped out from the neck of my shirt. I wasn’t sure if I was more horrified at that or the fact he could fit under my shirt with me.

He scraped his scruffy chin along my neck before tugging on my ear. He rose up enough to stretch my shirt to its limit. “Excuse you. I’m dishing out the orgasms here. I’m not your personal scratching post, woman.”

He disappeared again and grabbed onto my hips, holding me still as he took a lazy trip around each breast. We were skin to skin, since he didn’t know shirt buttons were meant to be used.

But I couldn’t really complain. This man, who barely knew me, knew just how much pressure to exert to make every atom in my body sing out like God’s own personal choir.

Finally, he inched out from under my shirt and hooked my legs around his hips. “This floor is as unforgiving as you are.” He stood with me wrapped around him. “I think we need a change of scenery.”

“We do? I believe you’ve set out to do what you said you were here for. You can go now.”

His eyebrow rose haughtily. “Is that right?”

I laced my fingers behind his neck, under his glorious hair. His lips were red from just how hard he’d worked to complete his mission. “That’s right.”

“Sweet Zoe, one orgasm isn’t enough.”

Had it only been one? It felt more like my whole body had been put through the wringer. “Enough for me. I can sleep just fine now. I thank you for your contribution to the Zoe orgasm fund. I’ll make sure to send you a handwritten note.”

He barked out a laugh. “I think I’d like to go for top contributor.”

“You couldn’t get there in one night, pal.”

“Try me.” He curled his hands around my ass. “Jesus, you have the smoothest skin.” He shifted me more securely against his belly. My muslin shirt was gaping at the neck thanks to his fat head. The direction of his gaze told me he wasn’t exactly sorry about it, either.

But then he surprised me and hummed out a few bars of a song that teased my memory banks. Maybe it was his hypnotic eyes, or the fact that he was dancing with me in his arms. Whatever it was, the flush of orgasm faded, leaving a sweet man in front of me.

Holding me.

This wasn’t supposed to be what we were about tonight. It was about getting him out of my system. Instead, I was terrified he was becoming more entrenched.

His eyes were clear now. Not the sleepy drunk boy who had landed on my doorstep. Nope, he was in that weird second-wind space I knew all too well. He sashayed his way over to my bed and dropped me in the center of it.

I yelped in surprise and rolled to my knees. He grinned and hoisted up his jeans. “Be right back.”

I dropped back on my butt, crossing my legs. “Your seduction skills need some work, buddy.”