Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

“You let me put my mouth on your pussy, but not your lips. I get it.”

I hopped down with a huff. “I don’t know why.”

“I get it. You got off. Maybe I should leave.”

“No.” I grabbed his shoulder. “No, I don’t want that, either.”

His face lost the sweetness I was growing accustomed to. Now it was angles and darkness. I shivered. “Funny, you just said you wanted that a moment ago.”

“I don’t know what I want. And I hate that.” It was a metaphor for my goddamn life. I didn’t know what I wanted in so many ways. But I liked how he felt in my space. That was new and different for me on a number of levels.

I came from a big family who got into each other’s business. One of the reasons why I came out to California was to get away from that. One of many reasons. He was beyond complicated and I didn’t have time for any of it.

But it didn’t stop me from leaping into his arms again. I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled his face to mine.

He resisted for a moment. I almost stopped, but then he crushed me to his chest and slanted his mouth over mine. He tasted of sharp cheddar, the cool grapes, and something separate. Smoke?

Ian.

Me and Ian.

I’d never kissed a guy after he’d gone down on me. It seemed unnecessary in so many ways, but now I wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe that was the worst part of this man. I had no answers about how he made me feel or react to the most basic things.

He backed me into the counter again, setting me on it so he could ravage my mouth while he buried his hands in my hair. He took my mouth with the single-minded attention he’d used between my thighs. Not one corner of my mouth was left untasted. It was dirty and real and overwhelming enough that I lost my breath.

I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist tighter. I scraped my nail around his nipple and he groaned into my mouth.

I was tempted to let him fuck me.

To fuck him.

Whichever, whatever—anything to crush this buildup that was making my head ache. Yeah, not my head. More like the crazy hormone-drunk place between my thighs that was already ready for more.

He hauled me up into his arms. The glass rolled and shattered into the sink. He paused for a second, but I tugged on his hair.

“Fuck the glass. I think you need to go for round two.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He practically flew over to my bed.

He dumped me again, and I lifted a foot to rest along his belly. “You gotta stop doing that. And lose the shirt.”

His eyebrow went up. But he dragged the shirt over his head. Buttons were beyond him, evidently.

I inched up to the top of my bed and settled into the stack of pillows against the wall. I tucked my shirt between my legs with a teasing grin of my own.

He crawled onto my bed and settled onto his belly. He twisted his fingers around mine and started kissing his way up the arch of my foot to my ankle. “Touch yourself for me.”

My breath stalled in my chest and I was pretty sure my heartbeat was located between my ears.

Not your ears, girl.

I swallowed. “What?”

He laced our fingers together, then stroked his thumb along my skin. “Show me what you like. I promised to make sure my contribution exceeded all others, remember?”

Sweet Jesus, what was I going to do with this man?

“Lift that pretty shirt, Magic.” His voice was rough.