Page 110 of Hold Still

I loop my arms around his neck and arch my back. “I like the sound of that.”

He hesitates on the third step, then shakes his head. “Good try. I want you in bed. I want to hear you scream my name all night long. I want to fall asleep connected to you and wake to do it all over again.”

“You can’t say stuff like that.” I wiggle my hips. “You make me all sorts of achy.”

He stops at the landing and kisses me. “That’s the point.”

Taking the next set of stairs two at a time, we turn into a massive bedroom. I barely have time to admire the grey walls, large windows with blue curtains before I’m dumped on top of a crisp, white bedspread covering a humongous bed. Ozzy flings himself on top of me, bracing himself on his elbows.

“I love you,” he says as he rains kisses all over my face, ending on my nose.

Crinkling my now well-loved nose, I reply, “And I love you, rocker man.”

He rears up. “Rocker man?” He bites his battered lip in an exaggerated way. “I can live with that.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, boy.” Pulling him down to me, I say, “Let me do something productive with that big head of yours.”

We kiss for what seems like an hour. Who knew kissing could be such a turn on, even if we have to be careful about his injury. I want to rip the clothes off my body and his, but he has both of my arms outstretched and holds them down on the mattress by his hands.

“I need you naked,” he says in a gruff voice.

“Finally.”

His hands go to my waist and he pulls my top out of my skirt and over my head. The sound of my skirt’s zipper bounces off the walls, followed by it hitting the floor somewhere. My hands make quick work of his T-shirt and shorts, his shoes having come off before we hit the bed.

All that’s between us is his underwear, my bra and panties and my shoes. He stands and strips off his last piece of clothing, his pierced cock beckoning me. Wasting no time, I sit up and lick all around the head, playing with the metal ball.

He groans and his head falls backward. His hips begin to thrust toward me, pushing him down my throat. I grab his ass to keep him closer, but he makes a strangled noise. “No. Not like this.”

Pulling out of my throat, he drops to his haunches and removes each one of my shoes, placing little kisses on my arches before tossing them over his shoulder. Returning to his feet, he looks down on my body. One that isn’t tall or skinny, by any means. I can tell from the expression on his face, though, it doesn’t matter to him at all. Which makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

Smiling, I tip my chin upward and lick my lips. “What’s next, rocker man?”

“Oh, you’re going to like it. A lot.”

He places one knee onto the bed next to my hip and reaches one arm around me. With a quick flick, my bra sails off my body. His lips devour each nipple in turn, nibbling and sucking so hard that I almost forget my name. Only when he’s given both boobs equal attention do his hands slide downward to my hips. He tugs and my panties slide down my legs.

I sigh into his mouth as he looms large over me. “Four corners.”

His good eye crinkles at the corner. “Come again?”

“I hope to,” I reply, winking. “We have to take advantage of all four corners of this bed.”

A wolfish smirk crosses his face. “Plus the center. Be ready, Dulcita.”

He pushes me forward so I’m in the dead center of the bed and nudges his knee between my thighs. “I’m going to like this game.” He kisses my inner thigh. “And so are you.” He kisses the other before his mouth moves upward.

His tongue contacts my clit. “Oh!”

He licks. “Oh, what?”

I wriggle my hips. “Oh, Ozzy!”

“I like my name on your lips.” He licks and nibbles on my clit until the rush of my orgasm screams through each of my limbs. I swear the whole room turns white with stars flickering.

He rolls a condom over his magical cock. “I can’t wait another second.” That’s all the warning I receive before he pushes into my body with one hard thrust.

“You’re mine, McKenna.”

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