Page 20 of Hard Rock Fling
"I think there's something different about you. Something smoldering inside. Damon is ferocious like a wildfire. Out of control. You're different from your brother. You're more of a slow burn. You scorch people from the inside out. Turn people to ash before they notice you've burned them, and when they do, they don't care. Your fans love it. Your fans want it."
"Fans?" He trailed the back of one finger along my cheek, from temple to jaw. "Or you?"
"Ah—" All I could make was the tiniest of sounds. Nothing else would leave my lips.
He continued down my throat, until he reached the gap in my shirt covering the swell of my breasts. I tensed up. I didn't know if I should ask him to stop or beg him to continue. Instead of moving lower, he cupped my face with both hands and raised my head up.
"How else am I different?"
I parted my lips, not knowing how to continue.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"You're more intense," I blurted out. "Damon only looks at the surface. With you, it's like you're seeing something deeper." I glanced away, embarrassed, and tried to think of something less personal I could tell him. "You're less rash. Damon jumps in without thinking. You're more thoughtful."
I went quiet, not knowing how much more I should say. I didn't want him to think I was some sort of stalker who watched him every minute of the day, who dissected his every move, his every word.
Even though I sort of was.
"You really think all that?" Ian's voice was soft, quiet. I glanced back up at him. His eyes flicked from left to right, as if they were searching mine.
"Yes. I really think all that."
He stared at me silently for several long moments.
With no warning, he captured my lips in a crushing kiss. I almost jerked back in surprise, but I didn't dare move away.
Ian was kissing me. The thought made my head swim. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, every nerve ending on fire.
If I expected soft kisses and romance, I would have been mistaken. Ian forced my lips open with his tongue, assaulting my mouth with fervent heat. I let out a soft moan. It only urged him on. I clutched his shoulders to keep my balance. The force of his kiss made me lightheaded. I was afraid my legs would fall out from under me.
He must have noticed. Ian pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around my waist, keeping me upright. He tugged me until his hips were angled into mine, tight against him.
"God, I love your mouth," he murmured against my lips. "Such a sweet girl."
I froze. Ian and the L word in the same sentence? My heart couldn't handle it.
As he continued kissing me, I slowly relaxed. I knew this meant nothing to him. I knew I was his newest plaything. I could accept that. That was all I wanted from him, anyway.
The kiss slowed. He stroked his tongue against mine. They slid together softly. Each flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting through my spine. He bit lightly on my lower lip. I let out a soft sound in the back of my throat. The taste of him, the smell of him, was driving me crazy. Warm and spicy. It was innatelymasculine.
After several long minutes, I finally had to break away for air. He continued the kisses, sliding his lips to my neck, leaving a blazing hot trail. He applied a soft suction and I nearly whimpered out loud. Then he bit down and I couldn't stop a gasp from escaping, bucking my hips against his in surprise.
He returned to my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine, his lips pulling moans and whimpers out of me.
I jolted back at the press of one hand against my bare stomach. My shirt had come untucked from my skirt. Ian took advantage, sliding one hand up until fingers brushed the edge of my bra. He stopped. Waiting for my permission? I couldn't speak. I didn't want to tear my lips away from his. Instead I arched my back, pushing into his hands.
He accepted the invitation, cupping one breast in a gentle hand. Through thin cotton a thumb rubbed idly back and forth across my nipple. That motion sent a wave of heat soaring through my body. My insides clenched. The ache between my legs grew stronger. My panties were getting damp.
He must have felt the shudder running through me. One knee found its way between my legs, hiking my skirt around my waist. The press of his thigh against my very center caused my brain to fizzle out. My hips rocked unconsciously, trying to get more friction.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.
I pulled away with a gasp, pushing at Ian's chest. He barely moved an inch.
"What—"
I cut him off with a sharp hiss.
