Rock Kiss 01.5 Rock Courtship(25)

Overall, the room was pretty bare.

“The light from the windows must be amazing in the daytime,” Thea said at that instant, running her fingers along the back of the sofa.

“You’ll look beautiful in it.” He was so fucking happy to have her in his space, to finally have the right to show her how he would love her, cherish her. All he’d needed was a chance—and this was it. He wouldn’t fuck it up. “Like you do now.”

Shooting him a startled look, Thea smiled slowly. “That’s smoother than I’m used to from you.”

Damn it, he could feel heat crawling up his neck. “Yeah, my moves are legendary.”

“I like your moves.” Thea shifted on her heel to walk toward him.

Lean and toned, her every move graceful, she truly was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. And that was before you got to her brain. Thea’s smarts catapulted her into a whole other category.

Halting in front of him, she met his eyes with the burnished brown of her own.

He should’ve been civilized, should’ve offered her food, drink, but despite his admonitions to himself to not screw this up, what he did was wrap his hands around her waist and haul her against him, his brain short-circuited by a need that had been growing and growing and growing. When Thea’s breath escaped her in a gasp, her breasts crushed against his chest, he took the opportunity to close his mouth over hers, the taste of her a red-hot shock to his system.

She didn’t protest. No, she kissed him back, and fuck, he was losing his mind.

Spreading the fingers of one hand across her lower back, he thrust his other one into the liquid silk of her hair and laved his tongue along hers. Her faint shiver made his cock throb. Sucking on her tongue, he rubbed up against her while a faint voice yelled at him to back the hell off. Then Thea’s own hands clenched tight in his hair, her body moving sinuously against his in a way that was lusciously female, and the voice died to staggered silence.

She wanted him.

He broke the kiss only long enough to suck in a breath, then slanted his mouth over hers again, thrusting his tongue into the wet heat of her in a deep and hard and fast rhythm. It was exactly how he wanted to thrust inside her pussy. He couldn’t go slow, not when he’d been hungry for her for so long—and not when she was responding as if she felt the same wild hunger.

For him.

The woman of his dreams was kissing him back like she wanted to ride him to oblivion and back.

His mind a storm of lust and need and passion, he moved his hand from her back to close it over the taut flesh of her right breast.

She jerked.

“Shit, sorry.” He dropped his hand, broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers, his chest heaving. “I didn’t mean to maul you. I—”

Thea grabbed his hand, put it back where it had been. “I didn’t say stop,” she said and kissed him again, hot and demanding.

What little control he’d managed to regain snapped like an overstretched rubber band. Groaning into the kiss, he rubbed his thumb over the stiff point of her nipple, able to feel it through her top and the bra she wore underneath. It wasn’t enough. Dropping both hands to the bottom of her top, he tugged it up.

“Windows,” she gasped. “Reflective film?”

At least one of them was thinking. “I don’t know.” Walking backward and taking her with him, he managed to get them into the bedroom. “Close blinds,” he said, and the slats slid smoothly shut, enclosing them in dark privacy. “Lights,” he ordered, having no intention of missing out on even an instant of his first time with Thea.

“Fancy.” Thea tore off her top, and then they were kissing again, his hands on the supple warmth of her back. He wanted to taste her honeyed skin, wanted to suck on her nipples, wanted to slide his fingers inside her, wanted to lick her to orgasm. He was a greedy bastard and he wanted everything.

Shoving up her bra, he closed his hand over one pert breast.

Thea moaned. “Sorry, not much there.”

He had no idea what she was talking about. Bending his head, he sucked her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth. She cried out, her spine arching under his hands. Sensitive, he thought, so sweetly sensitive. Scraping his teeth over her to her shiver, he replaced his mouth with his hand only so he could taste her other breast.

She tasted so good, felt so good.

His cock was about to break in half.

“David.” Clawing at his back, she tugged up his shirt.

Naked, he thought, yes, naked was good. Ripping his shirt when he tore it over his head instead of unbuttoning it, he hauled her back against him and realized she’d taken off her bra. The wet tips of her breasts met his chest, and if it had been good before… “You are so fucking hot.” He took her mouth again before she could answer. Her butt was firm under his grip, their kisses ravenous.