Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

The hulking pink stucco building that encompassed J Town was just ahead and Ian picked up the pace. I was laughing as I flew behind him. Racing against our clock and some other indescribable madness that took us both over. We got to my keypad with a breathless laugh. I had to dig into my bag for my keys, but before I could find them, he’d already bypassed the keypad.

“Not cool, Ian.”

He shrugged and dragged me in after him. A sharp buzz emanated from his pocket. All the teasing pleasure drained out of his face. The light bronze he’d picked up from a day at the beach seemed to follow suit.

“Ian?”

He turned away, the phone up to his ear. “I told you I’d be in touch.” His shoulders hunched forward and his guitar fell from his fingers, thudding on the carpet of my hallway. “I can’t talk. Yes. I understand. No, I haven’t forgotten. How could I?”

His voice was almost a snarl. Hard-edged and so unlike the man I was used to.

He slapped the wall by my door. “I’m doing the best I can—” His fingers curled tight around his phone, and I was sure it was going to crunch under the force of his grip.

“Ian?”

He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned to me. That cold, hard glitter to his eyes made me take a step back.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cupped my face and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Who was that?” I curled my fingers around his wrists.

“No one.”

“Sure didn’t seem like no one.” He opened his mouth then closed it, then repeated it.

“Just tell me it wasn’t a girl.”

“No. God, no.” He caged me against the wall. “There’s no one but you.” His mouth was on mine and there was no laughter this time. No sweet passion that had followed us from the boardwalk.

His mouth was hard and hot and his teeth scraped down my chin to my throat. His cock dug into my belly and his hands were fast and furious across my skin. He drew my knee up over his hip and ground against me.

I’d never been so turned on so fast in my life. I’d always been more of a slow burn. Figuring I just wasn’t that interested in sex, I’d never really questioned it. But there was no normal when it came to my reactions to Ian.

His hand snaked up my shirt and grasped my breast. Almost too rough, but at the same time, not nearly hard enough. He jerked over my bikini top to get to my nipple. The calluses of his thumb from playing his guitar rasped over my skin.

I arched against him, my hands racing up his back, desperate to touch, to map out the fluid bunch of muscles that networked up his back and shoulders. We were wild for each other.

This morning had been teasing then intense. This?

This was just raw.

He jerked open the snap of my skirt, his long fingers pushing at my bikini to thrust into me. I careened through the fastest orgasm of my life. I didn’t even see it coming. As if I’d been primed for it just by being in his airspace.

He closed his mouth over mine to swallow down my cries. I shook under his hand and he was relentless. He didn’t let me move. I was pinned against the wall outside my damn apartment, but none of that seemed to compute.

There was nothing but his fingers and my throbbing sex and the surge of blood roaring between my ears as he spun out the tearing release into something more feral.

Distantly, I was sure I heard him say something. His accent was so thick, his voice so guttural.

The slam of a door in the hallway snatched away his words as he stepped back. “Fuck.”

I tipped my chin up and dragged in a ragged breath and nearly sagged to the floor. Somewhere I’d dropped my keys. He scooped them off the floor and hauled our bags and his guitar case into the apartment then came back for me.

He scooped me up against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. We didn’t even bother trying to find the bed.

He shut the door and hauled me up against it. He flipped up my skirt, dragged his bathing suit down enough to get himself free, and shoved my bikini aside to get inside me. I cried out, too sensitive and yet too close to another orgasm at the same time.

I needed him to fill me up. Fill all the empty spaces I didn’t realize resided inside me. My nails clawed along his shoulders as I held on while he battered me into the door.