Rock Addiction (Rock Kiss 1)

“You just say stop if it isn’t.” His mouth was on hers as soon as she nodded, his kiss intoxicating.

By the time their lips parted, her hands were under his T-shirt and on the hot skin of his back, her ni**les rasping against the fabric of her bra. She was acutely aware of his hands on her backside, the hold blatantly sexual. When he shifted to undo the button and zip on her skirt, she allowed the black piece of clothing to drop to the carpet, the style loose enough that it didn’t catch on her hips.

Nudging away her hands, he tugged her sweater over her head himself. “Beautiful.”

Molly knew she wasn’t beautiful, not like the starlets and models who lived in his world, but he made her feel that way, his voice gritty with appreciation. Clasping his hand over her nape again, he drew her in for a kiss as wet and as demanding as the need between her thighs. “Take off your bra for me, baby.”

Shivering at the sound of that voice meant for sex and sin, she pulled the straps down her arms, then undid the hooks to drop the black lace bra on top of her skirt. It left her dressed only in matching panties and the thigh-high tights Fox looked at with a smile of pure male approval. It set her skin afire with nerves.

His hands on her. No warning, no hesitation, his palms covering the bare mounds of her br**sts. Shocked into a moan, she arched into him, shuddering at the feel of his rock-hard body against the softness of her own. When he released her needy flesh after a single squeeze, she wanted to whimper, beg for more.

Tracing the top edge of one leg of the tights, his other hand flat on her lower back, he said, “Funny how these make me have the dirtiest fantasies.” He nipped at her kiss-swollen lower lip, his statement making her want to squirm. “In the bed.”

She had no motivation to disobey that order. Slipping under the sheets, she watched him strip with clean efficiency. The T-shirt went over his head to reveal a chest that had her hands fisting on the bedspread, shoes and socks were nudged off, jeans ripped off… underwear, too.

Her body twinged, reminding her she’d had that muscled male body on her, in her. And was about to again. Sucking in desperate gulps of air, she swallowed as he got into bed and leaned on his elbow beside her, his erection pressing against her thigh.

“There go those thoughts again,” he said, tugging the sheet down to expose her br**sts. “I should’ve had you na**d an hour ago, shouldn’t I?” He rolled one nipple lazily between thumb and forefinger.

Biting back a whimper, Molly nodded. “Yes.” Any time to think and she began to wonder what in the world she was doing. “I never thought I’d be here, like this.” Naked in bed with a rock god.

“I’m damn glad you are.” A smile so smoldering it devastated her senses, then his c**k thrusting against her abdomen as he came over her after shoving the sheet totally aside. “It’s just you and me in this bed.” He braced himself on one muscled arm, tattoos bright in her peripheral vision. “Outside world doesn’t exist. So give in and enjoy.”

“Give in and enjoy.”

There were so many things wrong with that statement when it came to the life Molly wanted to live. “I’m not sure I can do that. I’m not a rock chick. I’m a librarian.”

“Stereotypes, Miss Molly?” The eye contact searing, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Tut, tut.”

Her hand clenched on his arm, muscle and tendon moving under the golden silk of his skin as he slid those long, strong fingers through her slick folds, the callused tips lusciously abrasive. Unable to hold the dark intimacy of his gaze as he cupped her with sexual possessiveness, she shifted her attention to his mouth—but her view disappeared the next second, chocolate-dark strands of hair in her vision.

Heart rabbiting against her ribs and body primed for the hot, wet suction of his mouth on her nipple, she waited. She should’ve known Fox would never be predictable. He ran his tongue leisurely up one breast, then the other—as if she were his favorite flavor of ice cream and he intended to take his time and enjoy her lick by lick. Her skin was sheened with perspiration, her hand fisted in his hair by the time he closed his teeth over part of one breast, biting down just enough that it was pleasure, not pain. “Fox.”

Raising his head at the breathy sound, he released her breast to take her mouth, his tongue stroking aggressively past her lips in a kiss that smashed right through her boundaries and insisted she respond.

Out of my depth, I am so out of my depth.

It didn’t matter, not here, not now, with his body on hers, his mouth demanding. Stroking her tongue against his own, she tried to hold him to the kiss, but he broke it to say, “We haven’t finished our conversation,” his tone making it clear that was about to change.

“Anyone ever tell you,” Molly managed to say, “that you like to have control?” It took extreme effort to get the words out, her brain completely scrambled with what he did to her.

“Why do you think I’m the lead singer?” A smile with just enough arrogance to be irresistible.

Molly was unable to take her eyes from the masculine curve of his mouth, the piercing having its usual wicked effect on her senses.

“I like to be the boss.”

She’d already figured that out and part of her, the part that had been forced to become an adult at fifteen, the part that had driven her to carve out a better life for herself through merciless determination and absolute discipline, said she should protest.