The Rocker Who Shatters Me (The Rocker 9)

Stepping between the newcomer and Natalie, I made sure he knew that there would be no willing partner found here. “She’s already promised this dance and every other one to me tonight, man. Beat it.”

The man raised thin, blondish brows, glanced around me at Natalie who was standing there with her mouth gaping open like a cute little fish and then shrugged before walking away. I watched until he disappeared into the crowd before turning and grasping Natalie’s wrist, tugging her onto the dance floor just as the one song ended and another slowly started up.

As soon as I heard the first strings of the song I nearly groaned, but then realized that it worked in my favor. The piano and violin version of “A Thousand Years”, a song that I knew was one of Natalie’s favorites because she had every version known to man on her playlist, would keep her in my arms for at least one dance.

Like I had expected, she was stiff in my arms for the first few chords, but then she relaxed against me and started to sway to the prissy beat. I held her close, burying my face in her hair while the song went on and on. For the first time since that stupid song had been recorded and those sparkly vampires had taken over crazy chicks’ minds worldwide, I actually enjoyed the song.

For four minutes and thirty-one seconds I was in heaven while I held the only person who seemed to matter to me against my chest. The smell of her hair, the way it brushed my face as I lowered my head to press my lips to her temple was a slice of paradise in and of itself. It was also pure torture, my body hardening more and more with every soft brush of her hips against mine while we danced.

She was no more immune to me than I was to her. I could feel her trembling, her heart racing, and her breath coming in little pants as we continued to move to the music. If the room had not been overflowing with so many people, I would have made love to her right then and there. It was what she wanted, what I needed. I could already picture pulling up her dress, tearing away her panties, freeing my aching cock and thrusting into that wet little body of hers. The little kitten-like whimpers that would escape her as I pumped into her over and over again. I could even imagine how my back would ache as she sliced her long nails into it as she quickly reached her first orgasm. I could see it all clearly, because we’d done it like that more than once during our all-too-short time together. Had a few scars from her slicing nails to remember it all by.

But this wasn’t the place.

The last note of the violin faded and we both stopped dancing, reluctantly. Natalie raised her head, almost hesitantly, but met my gaze with a boldness that never failed to make me burn for her. I couldn’t stomach a weak chick, and Natalie had never been one. The desire shining out of those blue-gray eyes matched my own and I didn’t utter a word as I took her hand and pulled her through the crowd. Out into the main hotel we went and I said a silent thank you as I saw an elevator opening just a few feet in front of us.

When the last person was free of the elevator I jumped on, taking Natalie with me. When someone else started to board the elevator with us, I shot the man a hard glare that had him quickly backing away. I hit the button to close the doors and pushed the correct floor number for my room before turning to face the very quiet woman next to me.

I could see that the effects of the dance were slowly fading and I wasn’t going to let her think clearly for a least the next twenty-four hours. I needed this night with her more than I needed air to breathe. Her mouth opened to say something, probably to start making catty little remarks, but I stopped anything she might have been about to say by sealing my lips against hers.

“No…” She moaned, pulling her head back just a little.

I ignored her protests, trailing my lips down her throat and across her collar bone to one of the straps of her dress. There was probably a camera in the elevator, but I didn’t give a damn as I pushed the strap down Natalie’s arm and exposed a braless piece of perfection that would have any man on his knees begging to touch, taste, and worship them. But I wasn’t getting on my knees tonight. Not yet. I lifted her until her tits were right where I wanted them and sucked her pretty pink nipple into my mouth like a starving man.

Natalie made a choking sound, her hands thrusting into my hair to hold me against her. My hair hid her from any prying eyes of the hidden security camera. I devoured her perfection, nibbling, biting, sucking until the elevator slowed and the doors began to open. I refused to let her go. No way was I letting her feet touch the ground and that brain of hers to start functioning again right now.

Fixing her strap, I cupped my hands under her sexy ass and held her against me as I stepped off the elevator and right into the penthouse. As the door closed behind us, I placed her on the first flat surface we came to and started tearing her dress off her. There were no protests when I ripped the expensive garment. Her attention wasn’t even on what I was doing, but on tearing my dress shirt open so that she could rake her nails down my chest.

The shudder that raked my body as her nails bit into my flesh wasn’t of pain but pure bliss. Natalie’s goal had never been to hurt me with those nails of hers. She just got carried away and I loved it. Fucking. Loved. It. Sometimes she broke skin, making me bleed, and I loved that even more because I would be left feeling those wounds for days and remembering how I got them always made me hard as rock.

With her dress now gone, I stepped back to look down at my girl. Air got trapped in my throat as I took in the beauty before me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The sight of her was so perfect, my chest actually ached. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders, covering her tits and hiding those pink nipples that tasted like berries. Her eyes were wide in her elfin face and her skin was flushed with passion. The only thing she wore was little, black briefs that couldn’t hide the dampness of her pussy.

This was my girl. My woman. I wanted, needed—loved her more than anything on the planet. Without her I had nothing, was nothing.

A groan broke free of my throat and I was able to breathe again. Muttering a curse, I lifted her into my arms and ran to the bedroom. No way was I making love to my girl on a damn table tonight. Not this time.

Natalie

The feel of a firm bed underneath me wasn’t enough to make the passion haze I was in fade. As soon as Devlin released me I crawled backward so that I was on the pillows, watching him as he watched me while he undressed down to his simple black boxers. The sight of his cock straining against the cotton material caused more liquid desire to pool between my legs. I quickly lifted my gaze, not wanting this to be over before it began if I followed through with my sudden need to suck that engorged cock until he begged me to let him come.