Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

I bit my lip. Instead of following his directive, I rested my hand on my belly and slowly inched it up until the edge of the hem teased the little triangle of hair on my mound.

His eyes were hooded as I peeled away the deep vee of the shirt to tug at my nipple. He’d told me to play with myself, but I’d never been good at taking orders. I rolled it between my fingers, my eyes closing as the sizzle of pain made my hips rock lightly.

He bit the skin along the inside of my thigh. “Eyes on me.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” I kept my eyes closed and plucked at my nipple as if I was alone. When the night was too intense and the dreams were too much. As if he wasn’t right between my damn thighs.

His grip tightened on my fingers and a steady cool puff of air floated over my pussy. I dragged in a sudden breath. But I didn’t open my eyes.

If I did, I’d give him anything—everything.

Instead, I focused on the night sounds drifting in from the window over us. Music from one of the clubs a few buildings down, the murmur of people walking by, the hiss of surf under it all.

My hips slowly moved in time to the tide that always seemed to be a low hum in my periphery. And still his breath teased me. Everything seemed heavier and closer between us. We were trapped in a vortex of stubborn pride and discovery.

I was dripping.

I knew if I slipped my hand down between my thighs, it would only take a few strokes to give me relief.

But then this thing between us would change again. I’d have to face the fact that I wanted more than just an orgasm.

And maybe he wanted more than just to watch me come.

Then what?

I opened my eyes and my thighs shook. I reached for him because I couldn’t do anything else. The curls framing his face twisted around my fingers and urged me closer. He leaned into my hand then bit the meaty part of my palm, then sucked my thumb into his mouth.

The strong draw seemed to tether straight to my breast and down to my pussy. He brought my hand back between my thighs and he used my thumb to trace down the seam, then up and around my clit.

I let out a shaky breath as my whole body tightened. Then he leaned in and closed his mouth over my swollen lips.

He was relentless. The gentleness that

had bloomed between us was ash. Instead, there was only the bonfire of pleasure reaching higher and higher into the vaulted ceiling of my studio.

He gripped my legs as my knees came up to clamp around him. I arched off the bed and tried to climb away from his mouth.

But he wouldn’t let me go.

He was determined to make me fly.

I must have screamed, because suddenly, he was up and over me, his mouth on mine to swallow the last of my sobs. He curled around me, holding me tight as the release rolled into something bigger.

Into everything I was afraid to face.

I curled onto my side and he spooned around me, murmuring sweet things that I couldn’t comprehend just then.

“Don’t go.” I hated that my voice sounded so small and unsure.

“I won’t.”

“Okay.” With that, I let the exhaustion of the last few weeks drag me under.

Sixteen

“No. You gotta give me a break here. I haven’t had—”

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Ian was sitting on the edge of my bed, his hair a wild halo of curls in the sun streaming through my huge window. He was curled forward with his phone at his ear.