He set her down on the white faux fur rug in front of the fireplace. The room was dark except for the glow from the city lights below the Hollywood Hills, which glimmered like a blanket of tiny jewels, lighting up the night. He pressed her down, onto her back, and all she knew was sensation—his firm hand between her breasts, the fur beneath her bare skin. The sensation of yielding to him—to the man she loved. Had she pleased him? She hoped so. Wanted to.Neededto.
As if reading her mind, he bent and whispered in her ear, “You took it so well, baby.Mybaby. Your ass is a perfect shade of pink… your skin is glowing. It makes me so damn hot, knowing it wasmyhand that did it. Seeing you like this. Feeling you yield to me. Need to be inside younow.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
He kissed her cheek, her eyelids, her hair, then he moved down to her mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips. She breathed in his breath—he breathed in hers, and they made out like mad, kissing so damn hard she knew her mouth might be bruised. Didn’t matter. She needed it. Needed him.
He paused to pull off his shirt and the gloves, kissed her again, stopped once more to stand and yank off his boots, his jeans.
“Dammit. Condom. Hang on, baby girl. Don’t move an inch.”
She kept her eyes on the lights and the stars through the window while she waited, her body blazing with anticipation, like a low fiery hum in her veins, throbbing between her thighs. He was back in a moment, his beautiful cock sheathed and ready.
Then he laid his long, lean body over hers, and it was a symphony of sensation and emotion. She could feel every hard ridge and plane of muscle. She could feel his heart beating against hers. When he kissed her this time, something between them shifted, and they breathed each other in—one breath, one body as he entered her.
Pleasure suffused her, slipping up her spine, then down, deep into her sex as he filled her. Her arms wound around his neck, her legs around his hips, pulling him in.
“Cole… I can’t… can’t get you close enough.”
“I’m right here, baby. I’m a part of you. Feel me…”
He tilted his hips, pressed deeper, and his rigid flesh inside her was exquisite. Sensation seared her as they came together, body to body, and for the first time in too many long years, open heart to open heart.
“Love you, my baby,” he whispered as he surged into her over and over.
“Love you, babe,” she whispered, losing herself in the heat. Inhim. In the distance, the jeweled city lights faded into the night.
“God, it’s loud in here,” Celine shouted in Janie’s ear as they hugged.
“I know. Isn’t it awesome?”
Ink & Iron’s new album played, the songs so recognizably Cole’s writing, full of rage and love and power backed by his growling vocals, Chase’s unique guitar work, Jaden’s primal drumming and Ryan’s heavy bass. The record release party at their L.A. studio was already at full throttle and packed with people.
“It’s some really great stuff. What an exciting night for them—and for you. Love looks good on you, Janie. And those leather pants are gorgeous.Youlook damn good, sexy little mama.”
“So do you, hon, as always.”
Celine truly always did. At five-foot-nine, she could have been a runway model instead of an art teacher. And tonight, she was dressed all in slinky black—a short knit dress, knee-high boots, and a little leather vest that showed off the sleeve of roses and thorns down her right arm. Janie knew she’d been in an accident as a kid, that she hadn’t been expected to use her arm again, but Celine had triumphed over her injuries and gone on to study art—and to have her scars tattooed over, roses and thorns to represent the beauty and the tragedy that was life. It was her beautiful tattoo work that had first started them talking.
“Where’s your man?” Celine asked.
“Here somewhere, I’m sure. Want me to introduce you around?”
“Hmm, yes. Especially tohim.”
Celine gestured with her chin and Janie turned to look.
“Ah, Jaden. He’s a doll.”
“Yes, he is,” Celine murmured. “Love the locs. And that beautiful skin. He’s so tall… and so unbelievablyhot.”
Janie grabbed her friend’s hand. “Okay, get your hormones under control and I’ll introduce you to him.”
“No promises.”
Janie laughed and pulled Celine across the room.
Jaden was talking to one of their record producers, but the moment she walked up with Celine in tow, he stopped and simply stared. Of course, Celine got that kind of attention a lot. But Jaden could have any woman he wanted, and it was very obvious he wanted Celine.