Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

“Jesus.” His voice was ragged in my ear. “I can’t. I can’t go slower.”

“I can take it. Look at me.” His wild storm-surge eyes were beyond control. There was madness there. Need uncoiled between us as if he’d been given permission.

And I’d give it again.

Every time.

Endlessly.

He was my perfect drug. Ian unleashed was pure electricity. I took every thrust, every groan, every droplet of sweat and absorbed it, giving back my softness and my passion. I was strong enough to withstand it all.

“Zoe. Please.” He jerked up my shirt and his mouth ravaged my breasts, shoving material out of his way as he sucked my nipple into his mouth with such ferocious intent that I had no choice but to go over.

I shouted his name and he roared out a single word.

“Mine.”

I shuddered around him, my fingers buried in his hair as he slowed, jerking against me as he finally emptied himself inside me.

Our breathing finally slowed and his heart stopped thundering against my sternum.

Hurricane Ian had taken me for a spin and dropped me back to earth with a destroyed foundation. Everything I thought I knew about sex, about myself, about whatever this was between us—it was in chaos.

“Oh, God.” He dropped his forehead against my shoulder. “I—I can’t believe I didn’t. I…” He slowly lowered me to my feet. “Zoe.”

“What?”

“We didn’t…I didn’t.”

“Oh. Well, crap. I’ve never forgotten before.”

He shoved his hands through his crazy curls. “Neither have I. I promise you. I’ve never without— I…” He jerked up his bathing suit and whirled away from me.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

My eyebrows shot up. “I believe you told me you had no diseases.”

“Not that. God, I’d never forgive myself if I gave you something like that. And I might be a right bastard, but I wrap my shit up. I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I righted my clothes and crossed to him. I was fairly certain my feet would hold me, although there were a fair bit of black dots still floating in my periphery. “I’m good. I mean

, I don’t go around doing…what we just did, but I’ve got an IUD. You can rest easy, pal.”

He bent at the waist and breathed out a relieved breath.

I patted his shoulder. “All good now?”

He stood and scooped me up against him. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you’re just about to take on the world. I get it.”

“You too.” He nodded toward my shrouded painting in the corner. “You’re going to take on the world.”

“Maybe.”

“No maybes about it. We both are on the cusp of something amazing. I just wouldn’t want to…”