Page 55 of Hard Rock Fling
A vice squeezed my heart. The way he looked at me, the way he held me… was it possible he did feel something for me?
"I wish you'd tell me."
He buried his face in my hair. "I can't."
My heart sunk. "Okay. I get it. It's personal." I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I was just a fling to him. There was no reason why he would confide in me.
He shook his head. "It's just, I've never talked about it with anyone."
Whateveritwas. "Even with Damon?"
"Damon knows. We don't bring it up."
I went quiet for a moment, thinking. "I'm worried."
"About what?"
About you,I wanted to say.About us.
But there was no us. Not officially.
"I'm worried I'll say the wrong thing and you'll get upset again."
"I promise I'm not upset with you. I'm dealing with my own shit." He ducked his head, until we were face to face, his hair tickling my forehead. "Okay?" His bright green eyes glittered with sincerity.
"Okay."
I was about to suggest we return to the game when hands slid down my waist. He grabbed two cheekfuls of ass and squeezed.
"So why'd you come chasing after me?" he asked, a playful note in his voice. He rubbed and caressed with magic fingers, causing a warm tingling sensation between my legs.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." My breathing was already becoming heavy.
"Are you sure you didn't want to get me alone in an empty bathroom?"
"If I wanted to get you alone, I would have cornered you someplace classier."
"Who said anything about being classy?" He trailed his lips along my neck, leaving brief, sucking kisses. "Sometimes it's more fun to get dirty."
A fresh flood of heat coursed through my body. Between his lips and his fingers, my panties were at risk of becoming damp.
"We can't—" I stuttered, torn between pulling away and pushing closer.
Ian cupped a hand between my thighs. My legs nearly fell out from under me. "We can't what?" He rubbed his finger back and forth slowly, teasing.
"We—"
He slipped a finger inside the elastic of my panties and pushed inside me. The rough slide of it made me instantly wet. I let out such a pathetic, needy noise I was almost embarrassed for myself.
"You were saying?" He nibbled on my ear, tracing it with his tongue.
I clenched hard, throbbing around him. My hips rocked forward against my will, wanting more of that delicious friction. I moaned and Ian let out a quiet hum of pleasure.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let go."
He was doing this to distract me. To keep me from prying, from asking more questions. But when he slipped a second finger inside me to join the first, I couldn't bring myself to care. I clutched at his shoulders, keeping myself upright.
He slid his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then increasing the pace to match my racing heartbeat, my soft, hitching breaths. With his other hand, he lowered the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulders. His lips followed the path, leaving a trail of kisses.
