Rock Me Two Times (11 page)

A rush of cool air hit her overheated skin as she yanked the lace free, and the front of her top sagged open. Her thin top was transparent, allowing him to clearly see her nipples.

“Because we’re too old to hold hands and smooch on the back of your bike while we work up the nerve to justify our actions and give in.”

He groaned, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening. “I want to do that…later.”

He tore off his shirt, and it ripped as he yanked it over his head. The sound hit her heightened senses, driving the heat up another few degrees. Getting out of her clothing was a necessity. She felt trapped by her pants, the leather too thick, too hot to tolerate.

He was chiseled.

And bulky with muscle.

A fatal combination.

She tore at her pants, knotting the lace with her clumsy fingers.

“I want to do it,” he growled; then he scooped her off her feet and dropped her back onto the bed, savage enjoyment glittering in his eyes as she bounced in a jumble of limbs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about dragging these off you…”

He captured her ankle and pressed a kiss against the inside of it. She gasped, arching her back as sensation took complete control of her. There was no thought, just writhing as he pulled her ankle boot off and dropped it.

He chucked her other boot across the room. “I want to tear this leather off you like a Christmas present.”

“Don’t”—the word got stuck in her mouth—“tear it.”

She was panting, desperation twisting up her insides as he attacked the lace keeping her fly closed.

He fought with the knot. “You need to start wearing skirts.”

His lips split with a wide grin when the lace broke. He thrust his fingers into the fly, stroking across the sensitive skin of her lower belly.

She freakin’ purred.

The sound rising up from the contact between their skin swamped her, dragging her down and rolling her in pure enjoyment.

“Yeah…I like that sound.”

He plunged his hand in deep, reaching all the way to her mons. He teased his way through her curls before stroking her belly again.

“Like it a whole hell of a lot.” He gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged it over her hips. She was so eager, she lifted her butt for him. She landed back on the bed as he pulled the garment down her thighs and past her ankles with a grunt of male satisfaction.

“Perfect.”

His gaze targeted her mons. The tip of his tongue slid over his lower lip as he reached out to finger the bikini briefs she had on. Expectation showed brightly in his eyes as he hooked the elastic waistband with his index finger and pulled it down to expose her.

“Hot damn…
ginger curls
…”

His tone made her shiver, anticipation punching her in the gut as he dragged her underwear down her legs and threw her panties across the room.

“I fucking dreamed about seeing these…”

He dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs.

“Wait…”

He looked up her body, searing her with the glint in his eyes. Her insides liquefied. The promise glowing those orbs set her clit throbbing at an insane rate.

He moved his hand along her inner thigh, stroking her, petting her with a touch that sent a little moan past her lips.

“How long?”

He had made his way to her hip, her clit begging for its turn to be under his fingers.

But he pulled his hand down her leg, to her knee, and then back down in a slow caress to her hip again.

“How long should I wait?”

She jerked, her hips lifting, but he held her down with both hands on her thighs.

“You smell so
hot
…”

He was hovering over her spread body, his breath teasing her open slit.

“So…sweet…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her belly, right above her mons.

“Don’t…” Her voice was nothing but a rasp, speech darn near beyond her grasp. She just needed…needed to be touched. “Don’t…wait…”

She curled up, reaching for his shoulders. She wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t close enough. She caught his shoulders and let out a little sound of victory. She used the grip to pull herself to the edge of the bed and flatten herself against his bare chest.

The contact was catastrophic.

Every bit of thought she had was laid to waste. There was nothing but a flood of sensation sweeping through her. She lifted her hips, certain she could climax by just grinding against the bulge still covered by his leather pants.

“We’re not fucking rushing this.”

He pushed her back down and held her there with his body. He was hard and heavy, and he hovered just an inch above her lips.

“I’m going to eat you out.”

“I can’t—”

He shoved her protest back into her mouth with his, kissing her with a hard passion that broke something loose inside her. She arched and dug her nails into his shoulders, sucking his tongue and thrusting hers up to tangle with it.

“Ah…yeah…claw me…”

He surged up, arching his head back so she was staring at the corded muscles running up his neck. She pulled her hands down his arms, hesitant at first, but his chest vibrated with a growl of enjoyment.

“Again,” he ordered her, pressing forward and making contact with her clit.

“Oh…damn…”

She was on the edge, a breath away from climax. Desperation made her crazy. She wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him against her as she reached up and raked her claws down him again.

Sweat was popping out all over her skin. Her nipples contracted into tight little pebbles. She was straining toward him.

“Not yet, baby.”

He sounded like he was a thread away from losing control. She slapped his shoulder.

“Yes…
now
,” she insisted.

He rose up off of her, enraging her with the separation. “Don’t tease me, Syon.”

He flattened his hand on her belly, easily putting her back on the bed. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I’ve never been so ready.” She was pretty sure she was baring her teeth at him, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass. “Get your cock out.”

He reached down and opened his pants. She froze, mesmerized by the idea of getting a look at what she’d thought about so vividly. Time was moving like molasses, flowing in a thick, sweet ooze that tantalized her senses.

“Like this?” He’d opened his fly and reached inside. She’d never realized what a turn-on it could be to see a man handling his own cock. Syon pulled his length into view, his fingers just as hard as his penis. It was huge with thick veins running from head to base.

“Yeah…like that…” She wanted to taste it, stroke it, lick it, but most of all, she wanted it deep inside her. She was spread wide-open and didn’t care a bit what she looked like. Just so long as she got what she wanted.

“I want to fuck you, Kate.”

He clasped his cock, the huge, swollen head making her insides ache. Her mouth was dry, and she had to lick her lips before forcing a word past them. “Yes.”

It was more of a moan.

A needy, hungry little plea.

He leaned closer, guiding his cock toward her spread body. His forearm muscles were corded, the veins standing out as he touched his cockhead to her labia. She hooked her heels around his thighs, pulling him toward her, lifting her butt off the bed to get in position to take him.

He thrust two thick fingers inside her instead.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes popping open.

He used his body to pin her down again, hovering over her lips as he worked his fingers in and out in a slow motion that was driving her mad.

“Getting you ready, baby…and you aren’t ready…just yet.”

“I sure as hell am!” she snarled, rolling her eyes at him.

He bared his teeth at her in response. “Not until I find your G-spot.”

He was stroking her insides, slowly teasing all sides of her passage and pausing when she gasped.

“There it is…”

She had no idea what he was saying. She was only aware of what his fingers were doing to her. He’d found some spot that pushed her into a completely new realm of sensation. It was so intense, she wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain. But the motions of his fingers made it impossible to clear enough of her mind to think about it.

All she could was moan.

And moan louder.

She was being twisted and pulled and jerked from the inside out. Her clit was an insane throbbing point, wanting attention just as much as the spot Syon’s fingers were on. It was building, like the roar of a train coming down the track straight for her. She was lying across the tracks, waiting for impact, knowing that she was going to scream when it happened.

“
Now,
” he snarled.

She opened her eyes, trembling with excitement. She lifted her arms in welcome, but he didn’t press down on her. He lifted one of her legs and slid onto the edge of the bed. He pushed up against her, his legs scissored with hers, and drove his cock straight up to the spot he’d been massaging. Every thrust rubbed against her clit and finished with a hard connection to her G-spot.

She strained toward him, desperate for the next thrust. Her heart felt like it was going to burst, and she didn’t give a damn if it did, so long as he kept moving, kept hammering into her, kept bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Sex had never felt so good.

So absolutely necessary.

There wasn’t a single force on the planet that would have gotten her to stop.

It was obsession. Complete. Total. No holds barred.

“Yes…” she yelled. “Oh…fuck…yes!”

“Right there?” He ground himself into her so deep, his balls slapped against her thigh.

“Yes!” There wasn’t any other word left in her vocabulary.

She was twisting, straining against him, the bed rocking insanely as everything inside her ripped apart. Pleasure slammed into her harder than she’d ever experienced. She clamped him against her, her thighs burning with the effort.

“Oh yeah!” he growled, pumping hard and deep into her. “Scream for me, baby…”

She didn’t have any choice. Pleasure was searing through her. It was so intense, she cried out, feeling like her spine might just snap.

He growled low and deep, his cock hard enough to break. He was stretching her, plunging deeper than anyone ever had, pumping into her harder and harder until he yelled. His come spurted inside her, sending another wave of pleasure through her. She started gasping for breath when it hit, and she flailed as it gripped her. Syon held her in place, pumping through his climax until he ground out a soft word of profanity.

* * *

“He was jerking my chain?”

Kate winced. The question was a reminder of how reckless she’d just been.

It was reality tsunami time.

The impact was going to sting.

“Does reality really have to return?” she asked.

Syon stroked her back, moving his hand along her spine in a slow, sensual motion. It felt so tender, she buried her face in a pillow and just willed the night to swallow them.

“Does it bug you that I didn’t use a condom?”

She groaned. Feeling like her stupid level was at an all-time high.

Syon snorted. “Yeah, color me a dumb ass.”

“I’m on the pill but—”

“I’m clean,” he offered. “Get tested every month, and you’re the first time I’ve ridden bareback.”

She lifted her head and locked gazes with him. “Really?”

He nodded, looking away for a moment. Syon was lying on a stack of oversize pillows, his bare chest a portrait of perfection.

“Me too.”

He looked back at her. “Then why the pill?”

She smiled at him. “Most girls go on it to regulate their cycles, not so they can have unprotected sex. But I can see how you probably only meet the type who do it for the sex factor.”

“Don’t discriminate against me because I’m a rock star. I know what a quality girl looks like. Why else would I ambush you into coming on tour with us?”

She bit her lower lip, trying to decide if she wanted to go anywhere near that topic. He reached out and used his thumb to pull her lip from between her teeth.

“It would have been within my contract rights to make the original artist produce more pieces.”

Danger…

Oh hell, she was in dangerous waters now. The kind that could get her a massive heartache.

“I wanted the chance to get to know you. Couldn’t cancel the tour.” He shrugged, looking unrepentant.

“So you…kidnapped me?” she asked.

“Persuaded.”

“Ambushed,” she corrected.

His gaze lowered to her bare breasts. “You don’t look too unhappy for a captive.”

“I was pretty pissed off a little bit ago,” she reminded him. “And great sex doesn’t trump that issue.”

His expression became guarded. There was a hint of stubble on his face, giving him a less-than-civilized look. It made him seem more male, if such a thing were possible. One thing it definitely did was blur the line between what she thought she wanted from relationships and what was making her blood boil. He was pushing her out of her comfort zones, and she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit she liked it.

“It did,” he said in a low whisper.

The intensity in his tone touched something deep inside her.

“Did…what?”

“Hurt. Seeing you on the back of that dude’s bike…the sight…tore something,” he offered at last, his jaw tight with the admission.

At least she wasn’t alone.

That thought sent a tingle of guilt through her. “Conan was just taking advantage of the opening you gave him to dick with you. He’s the sort who thrives on that kind of buzz.”

“Where were you going with him?”

His gaze had slipped down to her breasts. Hunger softened his features as he reached out and cupped one. She still had on her thin chemise top, and she really loathed it just then, because it left her wide-open. His fingers sent a thrill through her, her skin ultra-aware of the connection. Her heart was accelerating.

“Where?”

“Ummm…” She tried to keep her brain from disengaging. “Just dinner. He’s a client and noticed I was in the area. He called and asked me to share supper with him.”