Page 81 of Hard Rock Temptation
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
“Great way to go, though,” I replied with a saucy grin, then moaned as he bent down and nipped at my collarbone, swiping his hot tongue against the skin. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I pulled back long enough to rip off my tube top and strapless bra, tossing them to the floor. I tugged impatiently at his Henley until it joined my clothes, discarded carelessly.
I ran my hands over his firm chest, enjoying the shifting of muscles over soft skin as I ran my nail lightly down his torso. His eyes burned as he drank in the sight of my bare breasts, cupping each one in either hand. He circled his thumbs over my nipples, making me shudder and whine.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, before darting forward and sucking one nipple into his mouth.
I cried out and grabbed at his shoulders as tingles of pleasure shot straight from my chest to the apex of my thighs and warm, liquid heat pooled between my legs.
He went back and forth between my nipples, lavishing attention on each one equally. It felt so,sogood, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I need so much more from him than just this.
I tugged at the zipper of his jeans.
“Off,” I demanded.
I lifted my hips long enough for him to shove his jeans and boxers down his legs before immediately returning to his lap, grinding down against his now naked length. He hissed and dug his fingers into my thighs.
“Fuck, if you keep squirming like that…” he warned.
“…you’ll end up doing exactly what I want you to do,” I finished for him breathlessly.
With a growl he took the elastic of my panties in both hands and pulled, ripping at the fabric until it tore in two, seams splittingopen and leaving me bare to his gaze. A desperate hunger flared up in his eyes.
He threw my now-ruined panties to the floor and circled my clit with his thumb, making me squeal and squirm with delight, just I imagined he’d been aiming for. Then he plunged two fingers into me, pumping in and out, making me moan and quake in his arms. My hips bucked wildly, wanting everything he could give me, and more.
He pressed his lips to the center of my chest.
“You want this?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yessss,” I hissed.
“You want me?” he asked, doubling his efforts as he continued playing with my clit.
“Y-Yes,” I stuttered out with a moan, unable to keep my hips from rocking back and forth.
He shifted his hips until the head of his length parted my folds. He held himself there, until I was writhing and whining.
“Micah…” I pleaded. “Stop teasing.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’m waiting.”
“For what!?” I exclaimed wantonly.
“For you to be so desperate you’re dying for me,” he said with a wicked lilt. “I want you to feel as wild and out of control as I feel every time I touch you. I want to wait until you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you fall apart in my arms.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed, wetter than I’d ever been in my life, that liquid heat dripping out of me and coating the head of his cock. “I think I’m already there.”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Micah!” I protested loudly.
He went back to sucking my nipples and rubbing my clit with deft fingers. I moaned, and squeaked, and cursed him until I was aching painfully.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I took the base of his stiff length and bucked my hips to place him exactly where I wanted him.
“Now!” I demanded. “Micah, I need it!”
