Rock with Me
Page 10

Wow.
“I’m single.” I frown again. “But we aren’t…”
“Oh, I think we are,” he interrupts, his gaze challenging me. He grips my ass harder and stands, easily pulling me to my feet. “I can’t let go of you,” he whispers.
“You have to let go of me,” I whisper back and try to pull away but he scowls and tightens his arms. “Let go,” I repeat, stronger.
He sighs and lets go and steps back. His face is grim. His tall, lean body is in his usual black t-shirt and running shorts but the shorts are tented just a bit. I bite my lip and then offer him a small smile before pulling my tank and bra over my head and toss them to the tile floor.
I hear his breath catch, but stay on task, peeling my yoga pants and panties off and onto the floor with my shirt.
He’s frozen in place, his stormy eyes wide and his mouth agape, taking me in. His hands are fisting in and out, like he wants to touch me but is trying to hold himself back.
“Your belly is pierced,” he whispers almost to himself and I chuckle.
“Yeah.” I look down at the diamond hanging from my navel and grin. “It was my one rebellion when I was in high school. Aerosmith’s Cryin’ had just come out, and most girls just had to have their navels pierced.”
“It’s fucking hot.”
“Get naked.” I step toward him, but he puts his hand up, his eyes pinned to my own.
“Are you sure?”
“Leo, I don’t invite many men to my home. I certainly don’t invite many men to get naked. I think I mean it.”
He searches my face for a moment longer and then instead of taking off his clothes as directed, he rushes to me, picks me up and sits me on my sink and kisses me silly.
This man can seriously fucking kiss.
I catch his piercing in my teeth and pull gently, making him laugh.
“You like it rough, sunshine?” he asks me.
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
“Good, you’ll get it. You’ll get it soft too.” He traces my ear with his tongue, sending shivers down my spine.
“Rough works for me.”
He bites my ear, hard, making me yelp, then soothes it with his tongue.
“I’ll take you hard, and soft, and every way in between.” He grips my face in his hands and looks down at me, his nose touching mine. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
Oh God, yes!
“And I’m going to make love to you until you’re shaking and don’t remember who you are.”
His big hands glide up my arms and then cup my breasts gently, his thumbs tweak my nipples, making them pucker even more than they were, and I didn’t think that was possible.
He’s found a direct line to my pussy, and I squirm.
I push my hands under his shirt and find warm skin and smooth muscle.
“Want to see you,” I murmur and nibble his bottom lip, next to his piercing.
He steps back and reaches an arm over his head, grips his shirt at the shoulder blade and pulls it over his head in that sexy way men do. He shucks off his running shorts, toes off his shoes, and there he is.
Buck ass naked.
He steps back between my knees, resting his hard erection against me and kisses me some more. I don’t think I’ve been kissed this much in my whole life.
I like it.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I look up to find him staring at my back in the mirror and smile.
“So are you.”
“I’m a guy.”
“So?”
“I’m not beautiful.” He gives me a mock glare and then bends down to suck my nipple.
“Your art is,” I reply breathlessly and twine my fingers in his hair. “You know, I have a bed.”
“Good idea.”
Before I can hop off the sink, he lifts me easily and carries me to the bed, pulls the covers back and climbs onto the bed still cradling me to his front, my arms and legs wrapped around him.
He lays me down and latches on to my nipple again, his hands roaming over my torso, my arms… everywhere.
Suddenly he flips me over.
“Good idea,” I mutter and try to lift my ass in the air, but he laughs and pushes me back down.
“Not yet, sugar, I’m enjoying you.”
“Just do it. I’m ready.” I squirm under him, ready to feel him inside me, but he covers me with that lean body of his, kisses my shoulder, and nibbles my ear.
“Relax.”
“Just fuck me, Leo.”
He lifts off of me and turns me onto my back again, his face serious. “No. I’m not going to just fuck you.”
“Fine.” I try to roll away, but he holds onto me.
“I’m going to enjoy you, damn it.” He kisses me hard, demanding, rough, pulls my hair free of its band and plunges his fingers into it as he makes love to my mouth. I can’t help but run my hands over his arms, his shoulders, reveling in the smooth skin, despite the riot of color of ink that covers them.
“Enjoy this, Sam,” he whispers and kisses me softly, completely different from his kiss a moment ago, sending me spiraling into a tailspin.
Just when I think I’ve figured him out, he changes it up on me.
I can’t have sex with him in this position.
He kisses down to my breasts, nibbling and sucking and then moves down to my navel.
“I fucking love this,” he mutters and kisses it chastely.
“I’m glad.” I smile down at him. He grins back, kisses it again and then moves south.