Page 128 of Rock Chick

Whatever, I thought and bent to tug the bows on the straps on my shoes. The tight straps immediately came loose so I kicked the shoes off and straightened, pulled my dress over my head and threw it aside.

I put a knee to the bed, started to crawl in and two hands caught me, flipped me onto my back, and in a flash my panties were pulled off my legs. Just like that,poof, I was naked.

I hadn’t been paying attention. Lee’d been watching me and I was guessing he liked what he saw. Lee also hadn’t wasted any time getting himself naked. He came over me, his eyes so melty-chocolate they were glistening.

His hand went between my legs. I felt strong fingers and they were magic.

“We don’t have to gothatfast,” I said, but pressed against him.

“Too late.”

His fingers went away. His hands opened my legs and his mouth went to where his fingers were. The choir had already warmed up, and within minutes his talented mouth and tongue sent me straight to the high note of the aria.

God, it was amazing.

Before I’d finished singing, he was up and over me, sliding inside me, and it felt so unbelievably good that even though the first act was pretty spectacular, the second act followed close on its heels and itrocked my world.

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“I think I’m hungry,”I told him after.

“Again?” he asked. “By my count, you came twice.”

Grr.

Hewouldbe counting.

I did come twice. Well, maybe three times, or the second was just really long.

We were all tangled up so I detangled, slid away from him and searched under the pillow. I found that Judy had not only cleaned but ironed the Night Stalker tee (who irons T-shirts?) and I tugged it on.

“For food.” I turned and looked at him. “Do you want food?”

“What did you make?”

“I was going to make steaks, green beans and au gratin potatoes. I only finished the potatoes.”

His eyes softened when he heard the menu and he said quietly, “I could eat.”

I guess I scored a hit with the meal even if I hadn’t been able to cook it for him.

I padded into the kitchen and went straight to the wine. I was struggling with the cork when he followed me in wearing only his jeans. He took the wine from me and effortlessly uncorked it. I grabbed the glasses, set them on the counter and he poured.

I slopped a mess of potatoes in a bowl and nuked them. To satisfy my own hunger, I decided I would skip the potatoes and go straight to the pie. I sipped my wine and watched the microwave, feeling weird. We’d taken another step towards togetherness. The best step by far, but it still freaked me out.

“How was your day?” I asked, trying to cover my discomfort.

Boy, that sounded lame.

“Progress is better on my other cases,” he replied behind my back.

The dinger went. I pulled the potatoes out, set the hot bowl on a folded towel and handed it to him with a fork. He leaned a hip on the counter and ate standing up.

I sucked down more wine and headed to the fridge.

“I’ve decided to work the Rosie case again. I’m gonna recruit Tex. He has good skills,” I shared.

By this, I meant he wasn’t scared of anything, including breaking the law. Not to mention he thought I was a fun date.

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