Page 73 of Rock

TWENTY

“So this is your apartment…” Lyla wandered around the set of rooms Rock apparently called home when he stayed at the clubhouse. It was really two rooms. The main room was sectioned off—his bedroom area was on one side and the living area was on the other, complete with a mini-fridge and a microwave. The second room was the attached bathroom.

“Yep. It’s hardly smaller than my house.”

She shrugged. “I like your house. It’s cozy.”

“It’s a bachelor pad. It’s tiny. We’ll sell it and get something larger.”

She might have panicked if he’d said something like that even ten hours ago, but she found she liked him including her in his future as if it were a done deal.

She came to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and tipped her head back. “You’re not selling your house. I like it just how it is.”

He rubbed her arms, brows furrowed. “Baby girl, I wouldn’t care if we shared a two-hundred-square-foot room for the rest of our lives. I like the thought of always having you in my sight and close enough that I can reach out and touch you or grab youand haul you onto my lap, but I bet you’ll eventually like to have some space.”

“Nope. I like you watching me. I like you snagging me when I pass you. All I need is some art supplies in a corner, and I’ll be happy.”

He nuzzled her neck. “When are you going to let me see your sketchbook? It’s always in your satchel, but you haven’t pulled it out much in the last few days.”

“We’ve been kind of busy.” She smoothed her hands on his firm chest. “I’ve never let anyone see it.”

“Never? No one?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not the sketchbooks. Other things, yes, but not that.”

“Now, I’m even more intrigued.”

“Mmm. Maybe someday.”

Rock guided her toward the bed and began removing her clothes, starting with her shirt. “We need sleep.”

“I think we’re still two orgasms short for the day,” she joked. She was pretty tired herself.

He chuckled. “You’re making me younger by the hour.” He took her hand and set her palm on his cock. It was fully erect.

She squeezed it through his jeans. “Take your shirt off. I want to see my name on your chest again. I still can’t believe you tattooed my name on you.”

He cupped her face and kissed her gently. “I wanted a piece of you with me forever. Even if I never saw you again, the time we had together was incredibly important to me. A monumental experience. I didn’t want to forget it.”

She sniffled. “I’m not going to cry.”

“Don’t. You’re here now.Mine. Mine forever.” He kissed her again before leaning back a few inches to haul his shirt over his chest and toss it on the floor where he’d thrown hers.

They silently undressed each other, taking their time, kissing each other’s bodies all over until Rock pulled the covers back on the bed and motioned for her to climb in.

Lyla slid toward the center, sighing contentedly when Rock joined her. He pulled her against him, chest to chest. “You don’t have any tattoos,” he commented.

She shook her head. “Nope. Maybe I should get your name on my boob or something so we match.”

He chuckled. “Not your forehead?”

She giggled as she slid her hand down to wrap it around his cock, loving the way he groaned as she circled the thick shaft and stroked up and down.

“You’re going to kill me.”

“I hope not. I have plans for you.”

“Four times a day, apparently,” he joked.

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