Rock the Band
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I shoved her tank top up and bent down to take one of those perfect nipples into my mouth. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. And damn, if that didn’t get me even more excited.
Her skin blazed beneath my lips as I kissed a trail up her chest to her lips. All of my fingers found their way into her hair as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. The fabric of my red t-shirt strained against my skin as she yanked a handful in her fists. This side of Lane turned me on more than anything. The way it seemed she couldn’t get enough of me thrilled me because it mimicked the exact feeling I had for her.
I walked her backwards towards my couch, and when the back of her knees hit it, I laid her down.
I tore my shirt off my body, anxious to have the feel of her skin against every inch of me. Lane panted while peering up at me through sex-hazed eyes as I stood over her. There was nothing sexier than a woman in need of a good fucking, and right now, Lane was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
That was the last coherent thought that flowed through my brain before I made quick work of tearing off her clothes to give her just what she needed.
Chapter 3
A soft snore was the only sound bouncing around the four familiar walls of my loft bedroom. Lane’s head rested against my chest while she curled her fingers into a loose fist on my stomach. I played with a strand of her hair between my fingers as my eyes roamed over every inch of her exposed olive-toned skin. The fact she was comfortable enough to sleep practically right on top of me made me grin like an idiot. She was truly my soul mate. It was practically like we were the same person.
I wasn’t sure how long I laid there and stared at her perfection, but it was long enough that the sun rose a little higher and struck my bed at the perfect angle to shine right on us.
My God, she really looked like a fucking angel. I still had a hard time believing she came back to me. She’s really too good to be mine.
Lane stirred a little in my arms, and I rubbed the bare skin of her shoulders with the pads of my fingers. “Good morning, sleepy-head. Do you want breakfast?”
She snuggled tighter into me and giggled. “Mom’s not here to supervise your pancake flipping skills this time.”
“Hey.” I nudged her a little. “I resent that. I’ll have you know I’ve mastered the perfect pancake now.”
She sat up and pulled the quilt around her chest before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
The bed suddenly felt colder without her in it. “Where are you going? Come back.”
She shook her head. “Oh, no. I have to see the master of pancake making in action.”
I sat up in bed and pulled her back against my chest. I kissed the soft skin on her neck while I inhaled the scent of her fruity shampoo mixed with her perfume.  “Are you sure you don’t want to come back to bed?”
I continued to tease her and allowed my lips to linger at the pressure point just below her ear. She cocked her head to the side, giving me better access, while she squirmed against me. This newly found little area seemed to be the spot of her undoing. Every time I went for it, she went a little crazy, which in turn, excited me even more.
“Please come back to bed?” I whispered roughly, as I ran my hands up her sides before reaching around and slipping her breast into my palms. “Please?”
I knew it seemed crazy to crave someone so much, but I couldn’t help it. I was fucking addicted to her.
“Noel…” The way she said my name made me bite the inside of my lower lip. It was rough and slightly breathless. I knew she wouldn’t be resisting me too much longer. She enjoyed sex just as much as I did. Hell, she liked it so much she forgot to eat half the time.
“Come on. A morning quickie, then I promise to keep my hands to myself until tonight.”
She whipped her head towards me and raised an eyebrow. “You? Keep your hands to yourself? Sounds like an easy bet I’d be able to win.”
A grin tugged at my lips. She was right. I probably wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her completely, but I’d be damned if I let her see just how much of an effect she had on my self-control. Damn it. I needed to keep some fucking man cards here.
“Careful, you’re opening yourself up to a dangerous situation. I don’t think you can go an entire day without touching me either,” I quipped right back at her.
She turned to face me while still holding the blanket tight around her chest. “I think I can.”
I tilted my chin and stared down at her. “You do, do you?”
Lane nodded with a smug smile. “Absolutely.”
The stubble along my jaw was rough as I ran my hand across it. “I say we make a bet.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Set your terms, Mr. Falcon.”
This was getting interesting and could work to my advantage. “If I win, you have to hold off on moving back to Texas and come back on the road with me.”
Her gaze roamed over my face as she bit her bottom lip. I knew this look, too. It was her ‘weighing every option even though I really want to do it’ face, which meant she was considering it.
After a couple long moments, she tilted her head to the side. “Deal. But if I win, you don’t get to complain about my job anymore, regardless of what it is.”
Hmmm. I was not expecting that curve, but I had faith in myself that I would be the victorious winner in the situation and get my way. After all, I would do anything to keep her with me, even if it meant restraint on my addiction of touching her for one day. In trade I’d get another couple months of her constant companionship on the bus. The longer I kept her on the bus, meant the longer I had to work up the nerve to pop the question of marriage and let her get comfortable with the idea of becoming mine forever.