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Rock Chick (Rock Chick #1)(61)
Author: Kristen Ashley

This was all well and good, in fact it was beautiful. The problem was, Lee was acting like we had all the time in the world. He was acting like, at any moment, the door buzzer wasn’t going to buzz out some secret code tearing him away, leaving me high and dry, or, more to the point, panting and wet.

I pushed up, changed position and straddled his hips. I yanked his t-shirt free of his jeans and pulled it over his head, throwing it wherever. I slid my hands down his chest, scratching his abs just a touch with my nails, watching his muscles tighten reflexively, and I went straight for the button fly on his jeans.

I got the top button undone when his hands grabbed my wrists and stopped them.

My eyes went to his and I saw the crinkles deepened at the corners.

“In a hurry?” he asked.

“Uh…” I said in a “duh” tone, “yeah.”

“There’s no need to rush.” He pulled my hands away, let them go and slid his up my sides.

“You were in a rush this morning,” I told him as he watched his hands slide up, then stop at the sides of my br**sts. His right hand curled and he slid his knuckles along the side right to the nipple. It hardened and he watched that too.

I bit my lip at the shock that went from nipple to nether region then said, impatiently, “Lee.”

His eyes moved from my br**sts to my face.

“This morning was different.”

“Different, how?”

“I’m a guy,” he said as if that explained it and it kind of did. I’d never known a man who didn’t wake up with one thing on his mind, usually ready for that thing before his eyes opened.

“Well, how it was for you this morning is how it is for me now,” I told him, my hands going back to his fly.

His hands went again to my wrists and he pulled them behind my back.

“I thought you wanted to take this slow,” he said.

I could swear I heard laughter in his voice.

Bastard.

“How about this? You do it your way, I’ll do it mine,” I suggested.

His eyes locked on mine.

“This should be interesting.”

“Damn straight,” I muttered.

I kissed him. I knew he liked the way I kissed, he’d told me so and, so far, he hadn’t lied to me.

He responded immediately.

He let my wrists go and put his arms around me.

My hands went back to his fly, but instead of opening it, I slid my palm against it, feeling the length of him. It felt nice, real nice.

His hands went to my waist, he flipped me on my back on the couch and covered me with his body. I grabbed at his shoulders to hold on and lost my previously won position.

He kissed me, topping it by his hand going to cup my breast, his thumb sliding across my nipple, his finger joining his thumb and he began a delicious roll using the satin of my dress to deepen the friction.

Wow.

As in, wow.

I lifted a knee for leverage, his h*ps fell between my legs, I wrapped the other leg around him, held on to his shoulder with one hand, pushed my other elbow in the couch as I braced my weight with my foot, bucked and rolled.

We fell off the couch, him with a grunt on his back, me on top.

I lifted up before he could recover, straddling him again. I bent over, arching my back, my mouth on his chest, sliding my lips, scraping my teeth, across, down, my tongue tracing the definition in the muscles of his abs. He tasted good, his skin felt nice over hard muscle.

It was glorious.

My fingers pried another button loose at his fly and my mouth went lower, my fingers working the next button just below my waiting lips. I was looking forward to this.

All that time, his hands were under the dress, holding my ass. As I moved down his body, they slid out and up, forced my back and torso straight, then went under my arms and yanked me up over him, then he flipped me.

Our legs and h*ps hit the coffee table, it flew to the side, teetered and toppled, remotes, magazines and phones flying everywhere.

His body on mine, he captured my wrists and pulled them over my head and he looked at me.

“You really are in a hurry.”

“I said I was, didn’t I?”

His mouth brushed mine. “Relax.”

“You relax! Can you guarantee that the buzzer isn’t gonna go on the door?”

“No.”

“Can you guarantee that your phone’s not gonna ring, my phone’s not gonna ring, that the whole western part of the United States isn’t gonna fall into the Pacific Ocean?”

I felt as well as heard him give a soft laugh.

“No.”

“I’m sorry about your man, I really am. That sucks and I’m not blaming you but I didn’t get my buzzer rung while you had my mouth between your legs. Catch my drift?”

He nuzzled my neck, still not letting go of my hands.

“I’m beginning to see your point.”

“Well?”

“We’re still gonna take it slow.”

I gave an impatient noise.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“What about what I want?”

His head came up and he looked at me again, his eyes warm.

“You’ll get what you want.”

I glared at him thinking, you bet your sweet ass I will.

He went back to nuzzling and I started squirming. I couldn’t help it, his mouth on my neck felt good.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in a race for an orgasm because this was Lee Nightingale or because I hadn’t had one for awhile (which I hadn’t, at least not one that wasn’t self-induced) but because I was seriously aroused and had been nursing a slow burn for days.

Lee was good with his hands, with his mouth, his body was so warm it was hot and it not only felt good because of the warmth, but because it was hard and heavy. He was strong which made me feel safe. Something else was hard and pressing against my thigh and I knew what that something looked like and I wanted it. First in my hand, then in me and if there was time in between, there were other things I was considering doing with it.

His hands slid down my arms and his mouth went lower, he skimmed my br**sts over the fabric with his lips, then he came back up to kiss me.

My hand went to his ass, inside his jeans, grasping it. When his lips broke from mine, my lips went to his neck, using the tip of my tongue I explored his throat and jaw.

My hand moved from his ass around the side to the front.

“Indy,” he said, part warning, part growl, part laugh.

I didn’t bother with the buttons, my hand dove in and while I kissed him, I found him. With what little room I had between his jeans and his package, I wrapped my fingers around him.

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