Rock Kiss 02 Rock Hard(81)

Then he was there, his tongue swirling a delicate circle against her skin just as her fingers brushed the plump bud of her clitoris through the lace of her panties. Her clit felt as if it had swollen to three times its usual size, the space between her thighs humid and hot.

“Nudge aside your panties and tug on your clit,” Gabriel ordered as he continued to suck and kiss her throat. “Imagine it’s my fingers doing that to you. Be rough.”

Skin tight and breasts aching, she pushed aside the gusset of her panties.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers finding the slippery plumpness of her clit.

“Tug,” he said, his voice harsh. “Harder than you usually would.”

Because she could deny him nothing, she did exactly as he’d ordered. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her lower body clenching in convulsive shivers as her eyes squeezed shut.

The pleasure was deep, sinful, sublime.




CHEST HEAVING, CHARLOTTE STARED at Gabriel after the last ripples passed through her body.

He’d stopped kissing her, was just watching with glittering eyes, a red flush brushing his cheekbones. “You are so sexy, Ms. Baird.”

Blushing, she slipped her hand out from under her dress. She couldn’t believe she’d done that, but even more, she couldn’t believe she’d orgasmed from nothing more than his kisses and a single purposeful touch. And words. Gabriel’s words. That, she thought, was the most important thing.

It had been Gabriel with her.

Closing his fingers around the wrist of the hand she’d taken from between her legs, he tugged it closer, drew in a long breath. “I can smell you, and it makes me want to lick you until you come on my tongue.” Molten silver eyes met her own. “Let me.”

Her thighs clamped together again, pleasure splintering her body. “I don’t think I can take it today,” she said when she could speak again.

He brushed the back of his hand over her breasts. “Next time.”

Nipples hard and pebbled, she nodded. “Yes.” Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Richard wasn’t going to steal Gabriel from her. No way in hell.




AFTER CHARLOTTE LEFT HIS office to head to the bathroom, a hot-pink blush coloring her cheeks, Gabriel shut the door and stood with his back to it. Then he went through a step-by-step mental replay of the last professional game he’d ever played. He’d been injured two minutes before the final whistle, right after the best fucking try of his career, so he had plenty of mental footage.

Just as well.

It took the entire game to get his hard-on under control. But the agony was worth it. He’d never seen anything as hot as Charlotte coming so sweetly in his lap. And he most definitely could not think about that again while he was at the office.

Opening the door to see that Charlotte had returned to her desk, he smiled. “What’s on the schedule, Ms. Baird?”

Her nape flushed before she turned slightly in her chair to narrow her eyes at him. He felt his smile deepen.

“Can you fit in a meeting with Geoff before your conference call?” she asked, her lips tugging up at the corners. “He says he only needs ten minutes.”

“Send him in.”

The ensuing workday was a merciless one. He broke for only a half hour, and that was to spend time on the phone with the principal of the school where he volunteered as the coach for the school’s top rugby team—their first XV. One of his players had been caught with weed and the principal wanted to know if Gabriel would back him on a suspension from play as well as school.

“Yes,” Gabriel said without hesitation. “Team’s got a strict no-drugs policy.” He then tore a strip off the player himself; the kid was an amazing fullback, might go all the way, but not if he fucked up.

He hung up after getting a genuinely contrite, “I’m sorry, Coach. I messed up.” The boy was now aware that as a result of his error, his team might well lose its upcoming match against their greatest rivals; that knowledge would work more effectively as a deterrent than anything else.

Other than that interruption, the day involved challenge after challenge—exactly what Gabriel liked in business. Charlotte called in lunch that they both ate at their desks, then kept going. He would’ve pushed on if she hadn’t booked a seven-o’clock appointment to view the sublet. Since there was no way he was about to let her do that alone, they headed out.

His building wasn’t far from the office, and with rush hour having eased, it took them under ten minutes to make it there. Bringing the SUV to a stop in his parking space in the underground garage, he stepped out. Charlotte was already opening her door by the time he came around.