Slay Me (Rock Gods #1) (11 page)

             
She stared down at herself. She was also wearing a robe.

             
Oh god- he hadn't! Had he?

             
She peeked under the robe. Her clothes were still on. She heaved a sigh of relief.

             
Nick chuckled and sat down on the other side of the bed.

             
"Come on love, do you really think I'd molest you when you were sleeping like an angel?"

             
He turned toward her and caught the doubtful look on her face.

             
"Well, maybe you're right. Anyway, I resisted the urge. How do you feel?"

             
"What time is it?"

             
"Around eleven. You had quite a nap little girl."

             
She blushed.

             
"I'm sorry- I just got so tired all the sudden."

             
He smiled.

             
"Would you like some tea?"

             
She nodded. He handed her his cup and she sipped.

             
"What is it?"

             
"Chamomile."

             
She started laughing as she handed it back to him. He looked offended.

             
"What?"

             
It was hard to get the words out but she tried.

             
"The great- Nick- Fa-Falcon- drinks cha-cha-chamomile!"

             
He growled and pounced on her, tickling her mercilessly.

             
"You think that's funny do you?"

             
She was laughing even harder now as his fingers danced over her ribs, pinching her.

             
"Ye-yes I do!"

             
He stopped tickling her suddenly. They were tangled up in the bed. She was suddenly aware of how close her was to her. His body felt so warm... He stroked the side of her face while she caught her breath.

             
"There's a lot you don't know about me Sabrina."

             
Her breath caught at the look in his eyes. Then suddenly she was staring at his lips. His sensual, soft looking,
smiling
lips.

             
And then he was kissing her.

             
She sighed as his lips slid across hers. He coaxed her lips open and then his tongue was inside her mouth, tangling playfully with hers. She kissed him back, tentatively at first but then eagerly.

             
Desperately.

             
He moaned and fitted his body to hers, both of them struggling to get closer  to each other. Finally he ripped his mouth from hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He was staring down at her tenderly.

             
"You have a habit of falling asleep on me love."

             
She was trying to catch her breath beneath him.

             
"I'm sorry."

             
He grinned sensually and lowered his head to hers, stopping right before their lips met.

             
"Don't apologize. Let me see if I can keep you awake this time."

             
She moaned as he took her mouth in a devastating kiss. He held nothing back, but he wasn't in a hurry either. This was the kiss on the beach as the waves crashed over you.

             
This was a movie star kiss.

             
He was still kissing her as he reached between them to untie her robe and open it wide. Then he was pushing her shirt up and grasping her breast with one hand. His palm felt hot over her breast, making her nipple stand at attention. He cursed and lifted his head, tugging her bra cup down over her breast.

             
Then his mouth replaced his hand. She gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth, licking and sucking at her nipple.

             
Dear god.

             
She moaned as he worshipped one breast and then the other, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh. She could feel liquid heat pooling in her belly. And lower, centering between her legs. She wiggled beneath him, feeling restless suddenly.

             
He seemed to sense her need because he reached for the button on her jeans. He was trying to tug them off when she started laughing. He lifted his head and glared at her. His gaze was hot and determined.

             
"You laugh?"

             
She nodded breathlessly.

             
He stood up and threw his robe off. He was bare chested, his low slung jeans showing his flat stomach and perfect body. Her eyes widened in appreciation. He saw her looking him over and grinned.

             
And then he pounced on her. She squealed as he wrested her out of her robe. He tossed it aside dramatically. Then he yanked her t shirt up and over her head. She watched as he stared up at her from the foot of the bed. He slowly pulled her jeans down off her body.

             
Her panties came off with the jeans too. Oops.

             
His eyes flared at the sight of her. She was almost entirely naked now, with just her bra still pulled down under her breasts. He slid his hands up her legs and started kissing his way up her body. He paused briefly at her junction and placed a kiss there before sliding up until their bare chests were pressed together. He stared into her eyes as he reached beneath her and unclasped her bra, pulling it free.

             
She almost laughed at the triumphant look in his eyes. But she was too overwhelmed with sensations to do anything except feel. He started touching her then, his expression changing to one of blazing heat. He never stopped watching her as his hands found her cleft and slowly, skillfully started to touch her bare skin.

             
Sabrina closed her eyes and gave in to the inevitable.

**********

              Nick was watching her with a look of absolute concentration as his finger slid up and down the line between her smooth nether lips. His finger slipped easily inside her, his eyes closing briefly in rapture as the tight, warm heat enveloped his finger.

             
She wanted him. Her body told him that. Hell, her eyes had told him that.

             
She was his at last, or she would be before the night was over.

             
He moaned as her hips started circling against his hand. He kissed her mouth softly and lowered himself down her body to his prize. He watched his finger as it plundered her plump little lips. She was bloody tight! He'd have to make sure she was good and ready before he took her. He kept the motion of his hand going as he reached out with his tongue and softly stroked the tiny little nub above her opening.

             
He was rewarded with a soft gasp of pleasure from above. So she was sensitive… that was to his advantage. He was going to drive her out of her mind before the night was over or die trying. Both were distinct possibilities.

             
If he could make her wild for him, then she'd have to admit she wanted him. She'd come back for more. He set himself the challenge to outdo himself. He was going to take Miss Sabrina Newton on the ride of her life.

             
His tongue started to work faster now as he added a second finger to her opening. Her tight slit was squeezing him, tugging at his hand as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her sweet little hips were rocking against his mouth. He groaned and pulled back, wanting to get her as hot as possible. She whimpered and he started again, this time using his finger on her clit and sliding his tongue along her swollen lips.

             
Hmmm… ambrosia.

             
She was tossing around on the bed now, so he used his other hand to hold her hips in place. He slid his tongue inside her and flexed it, using it to open her. Jesus, she tasted sweet! His finger was faster than his tongue, the calloused tip having strummed so many guitars and piano keyboards.

             
She was rising off the bed slightly. He could tell she was close to tipping over the edge again. This time he let her fly, holding her hips with both hands as he ravaged her with his mouth. Her tender flesh quaked beneath his lips and tongue, making them both moan in ecstasy.

             
Gently he eased her back to the bed. He knelt between her silky thighs and stared down at her. His tight laced little A&R girl looked completely undone. Her gorgeous hair was fanned out around her head, her lips were parted and her eyes were out of focus.

             
He reached for the waistband of his jeans. His dick felt like a wild animal clawing to get loose. He unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down.

             
"Love?"

             
She opened her eyes and looked at him with a look of pure adoration. He inhaled sharply.

             
Jesus.

             
He didn't deserve that look. But he would earn it.

             
"I'm going to take my trousers off now. Alright?"

             
She nodded and closed her eyes. He was shimmying his jeans off when he heard her breathy answer.

             
"Hurry."

             
He swallowed and pushed his pants down to the floor. He was on the bed in less than a heartbeat, on top of her, gently arranging her legs to accommodate his hips. He held the tip of his cock against her wet slit.

             
Then he remembered. He'd forgotten the condoms.

             
"Crap."

             
Her eyelids fluttered open.

             
"What is it?"

             
"I'm sorry love. I swore off groupies so I must have forgotten to stock the rubbers."

             
She smiled and said something that warmed his heart.

             
"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

             
He groaned and let himself sink into her welcoming warmth. She was so snug that he had to go slowly, but he didn't mind. He'd never felt anything so bloody good in his life. She was sweetness personified. And her hot little box was the tightest he'd ever felt.

             
But it was more than that. Electricity seemed to jump around between them. His dick felt like it was in heaven, yes, but so did his hands where they clasped her hips. And so did his chest when he finally pressed it against her gorgeous breasts.

             
Slowly he inched his way inside. Nick knew he was well above average at 9 inches. And she felt almost virginal. She was a dainty little thing but it was more than that. He could tell that she hadn't been with anyone in a good long while.

             
And she was letting him in.

             
She'd chosen
him.

             
The thought filled him with a huge swell of pride. More than all the music awards and accolades in the world. She'd chosen him.

             
That was the best and biggest prize in the world.

             
She whimpered beneath him and he froze, staring down into her beautiful face.

             
"Am I hurting you love?"

             
"No- I just want you to- hmmmmffff-"

             
"What is it my sweet?"

             
"Move."

             
Oh Jesus.

             
Nick didn't need to be told twice. Slowly he started rotating his hips, making small circles as he slid in deeper with every thrust. He held that tempo for a while, watching her face as she started to get close again. Then he paused and shifted his position.

             
He sat up and fitted his knees under her firm round bottom. This way he could watch her as he ground his cock into her sweet hole. He kept his pace slow, not wanting this to end. He was fighting back his own rising desire tooth and nail. And hers.