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Rock Addiction (Rock Kiss 1)

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His lips… his lips should’ve been illegal.


Vaguely aware of him undoing her bra and tugging it down her arms, she moaned into the kiss as he pressed her closer with one big hand on her lower back, her bare br**sts crushed against the tensile muscle of his chest. She whimpered, sensation prickling through every nerve ending in her body to pool between her legs.


“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he said into the kiss, his lip ring rubbing over the wetness before he gripped her jaw to hold her in position and thrust his tongue into her mouth.


The audacious intrusion startled her, made her realize once again that she’d taken on more than she could handle. Far more. Then Fox licked his tongue over her own, his hands sliding down her back to squeeze her lower curves, and reason fractured under a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that drove her to the edge of sanity.


She bit down on his lower lip.


“Fuck!”


A second after that single brutal word, she found herself lifted up as if she weighed nothing and pressed against the hallway wall, her legs around Fox’s waist, her ankles crossed at his lower back, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Then he was kissing her again. And again. And again. Each kiss was as open and as sexual as the last, one of his hands fisted in her hair, the other molding and squeezing her breast.


Gasping when he released her just long enough that she could suck in a breath, she fell back into a kiss that made it obvious her paltry experience of men had in no way prepared her for being taken by Zachary Fox.


Chapter 3


A lick, a suck, and Fox lost it. Breaking the kiss, he reached down between them to undo his belt buckle. The goddamn zipper threatened to cut his c**k in half, but he got it down, sheathed himself, his fingers trembling. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come on the first thrust.


That was when Molly pushed at his shoulders. “Wait, wait.”


Fox froze, his chest heaving. “You want to stop?” He couldn’t think of a worse hell.


“No”—her throat moved as she swallowed—“but I have to tell you something.”


Fingers tightening on her thigh, he bent until their foreheads touched. “What?”


“You”—a jagged breath that rubbed her ni**les against his chest—“may need to go in a little slow. I’m not… hugely experienced.”


He shuddered. “Are you a virgin?” Fox didn’t do virgins; he didn’t have the patience for it… but he’d make an exception for Molly. Fuck, he’d make every exception for Molly.


A pause before she nodded. “Sorry.”


“Baby, you don’t ever have to be sorry in bed with me.” Kissing her hard and deep and long, he squeezed her nape. “I won’t hurt you.” He wanted Molly with him all the way, and he suddenly realized he goddamn liked the idea of initiating her into sex.


Addicting her to it, to him, sounded even better.


So, even though his brain was hazed by lust, he kissed her until she grew soft around him, her breathing erratic and the juncture of her thighs liquid with heat. Shoving aside the gusset of her panties as he broke the kiss with a suckling taste of her lower lip, he circled the sensitive flesh around her entrance with a callused fingertip. She shivered, muscles fluttering and pupils hugely dilated.


Loving the unmistakable honesty of her response, he kissed her again, then nudged one finger just inside her. She clenched tight and slick around him, and he wanted more. He wanted everything. “Yes?” A question asked against lips swollen from his kisses.


Fingers digging into his shoulders, she simply nodded.


“Say it, baby.” He didn’t want any doubts in Molly’s mind about their first night together, now or later.


“Yes.” Throaty and breathless, the single word threatened to snap the ragged leash around his instincts, but he’d promised not to hurt her and Fox didn’t break his promises.


He pushed deeper, slow and relentless, adding a second finger when she moaned. Sweat breaking out over his skin, he spread his fingers inside her, moved gently… and she began to rock instinctively on him. “Yes,” he said, his voice rough. “Move on me.” Withdrawing without warning, he pushed his fingers back into her in a single thrust, her body slick enough to take it.


She cried out his name, burying her face against the side of his, her breath a burn over his skin. Hauling her back with his free hand in her hair, he ran his lips down her jaw to her throat, pumping his fingers into her the entire time.


Her muscles fluttered around him, her nails cutting tiny half-moons into his shoulders, her breathing soft pants.


Groaning, he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her, even as he placed his thumb on the plump, slippery bud of her clit. “Open for me, baby.” He bit her lower lip as she’d bitten his, caught her startled whimper in a kiss. “I want in.”


He flicked her clit.


Back arching, she came in a shocked spasm that left her melted and ready in his arms. He kept his hand where it was, pressed his body close to kiss her again. Seduce her. That orgasm had been beautiful, but he knew she had more inside her, his sexy little librarian. And he intended to see it, coax it out of her.


His c**k throbbed.


Gritting his teeth, he reined in the driving need to pound into her. That would come. Right now Molly was back with him, that first short, sharp orgasm having left her ripe for another, this one darker, deeper, tighter. Her body twisted on his, her ni**les pebbled points he fully intended to bite.


Later.



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