Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

My fingers trailed down my neck to the deep vee of my wrap dress. Memories of him peeking under my shirt to taste and to tease slammed into his soft voice.

“I wake up with the ghost of it on my tongue, buzzing along my fingertips.”

I dragged in a hiccuping breath.

“Are you touching yourself, Magic?”

“No.”

“I believe you’re lying.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “What are you wearing?”

“A dress.”

“A dress? That doesn’t seem like you.”

“I had a meeting with my advisor.”

“Ah, is that the reason for the heat before?”

“No. That was because of the call from your manager. She’s a pushy sort.”

“That’s the truth. She’s a damn barracuda in stilettos.”

“Noticed the stilettos?”

“Whenever that whisper of jealousy slides into your voice, it makes me hard.”

“Shut up.”

“That you care enough to sharpen your talons is incredibly hot.”

I hated that I cared. But he was disgustingly attractive, and I knew firsthand how people reacted to him. “Fuck you.”

“Ah, Zoe. I wish. But if you come with me this weekend, I’ll fuck you everywhere.”

I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that meant physically or geographically. I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask.

“But for now, I’ll have to settle for your strong fingers doing the job for me.”

“Or my vibrator. Did the job well enough before you.”

“No. Nothing except my dick inside you. Your fingers are bad enough. Because it should be me and only me.”

I dragged in a sharp breath. That remark should incite rage; instead, it was nothing but edgy need pulsing between my thighs. “Afraid it would replace you?”

The devil lived inside me when it came to him. I wanted to know his answer.

“It couldn’t make you scream like I can. Make your thighs shake so bad that I have to hold myself steady to thrust inside your tight little pussy.”

My fingers slid to my breast and I hissed out a breath at how sensitive my nipple was. I could barely touch them sometimes. Ian made it ten times worse.

“You remember that, don’t you?”

“Might have to remind me.”

“You’re a naughty bird. My favorite kind. What color is your dress?”

“Green.”