Rock Redemption (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3)

My brothers didn’t really know what the word privacy meant.

I reached behind me to the rungs of the ladder and slid away from him. “Up to the loft.”

“Are you sure?” His stormy eyes were an inch away from wild. And that made me love him all the more. Because he really would have stopped. Even with the longing entrenched in his gaze, he would have stopped for me.

“I love you, Ian. I’m sure—” I didn’t even get to finish and his mouth was on mine again.

“You can’t take it back,” he said against my lips. “You said it, you had to mean it.”

I climbed up one rung, then another. “I did mean it. Let me show you how much I meant it. How much I missed you. But you gotta stop with the gentleman shtick, pal. I can’t take it.”

“I always want to treat you with respect.”

So frigging earnest. Out of the gutter and he still had a sweetness to him when he was with me. “In the streets, buddy. In front of my family. Here? I want you raw.” I swung around and raced up the ladder. “I want you to show me just how much you missed me.”

I got to the loft and whipped my shirt off and tossed it at his face. He was right behind me. There wasn’t much room to my loft, but there was a bed and that’s all we needed.

He grabbed my ankle as I tried to get to the other side of my little fortress. I had a dozen pillows on my bed to make me feel less alone. Knowing he was below me for weeks and I hadn’t allowed myself to touch him.

Not even once.

I’d needed the fortress of feathers to keep me in check.

Especially on the long, hot nights.

He dragged me under him and groaned at my half naked state. “Zoe mine, what you do to me.” And finally, he touched me. He cupped my breast and lifted it to his mouth, watching me as he scraped his teeth over my nipple just like I needed him to.

I loved his gentle touch, but right now I needed the fire. I needed the edges and the proof of everything he felt for me.

I arched under him and pulled at his Happy Acres shirt he was wearing. He stopped tasting me long enough to get it over his head. His cross swung between us and the warm metal slithered between my breasts. “Off.”

He froze over me.

“Your clothes, Ian.”

“Oh.”

The relief on his face made me curl my legs around his hips and urge him higher. Until his face was lined up with mine. “Romance me after you take the edge off. I’ve been sleeping up here alone while you were down there every damn night.”

“By your choice, Magic.”

“I know. But now it’s my choice for you to show me how much you fucking missed me.”

I laughed when he rolled off me and shucked his cargo pants and boots, even his socks before he climbed back on top of me. “Oh and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you too. How much all of me missed you.” He dragged the head of his cock along my belly. “Now who needs to catch up?”

I dragged my cutoffs off and rolled him onto his back again. “Don’t worry about me.” I lifted his arms over his head and laced our fingers together on the mattress. I slid down his length. My slit already soaked with wanting him. “Can you feel that?”

He groaned and lifted his head to get to my mouth, but I moved out of reach. “Every night that you were gone I missed you.” I rolled my hips as I reached the base of his cock then traveled up again and dragged my breasts across his chest. “I hated you for making me miss you. That I couldn’t get over you.”

His pupils dilated. “It was the same for me.” His voice was hoarse.

“You don’t understand. You weren’t

in my plan. At all. I had my work.” I lifted my hips to line us up and angled my pelvis to take him inside me ever so slowly. I slowly hissed out a breath as I stretched for him. The months melted away as my body relearned his shape, his girth, and the absolute perfection of how he filled me.

“Now there’s nothing but you inside me. Even when you’re not in front of me.” I let his hands free and sat up. “I feel you inside me, coloring my thoughts and my work.” I slowly rode him as he sat up to surround me.

Even here when I was on top, he had to curl around me. And I loved that about him. That he couldn’t just lay back and let me get him off. That it was always about me in his mind.