The Rocker That Savors Me(24)

“Starving.”

I nearly dropped the skillet at the sound of Jesse’s deep voice. I yelped and turned my head to find him standing in front of the island in nothing more than a pair of jeans that sat almost indecently low on those narrow hips. My mouth went dry as my pussy flooded with desire.

Good God! He was something from a dark fantasy. Sure, I had seen his chest when we were swimming on Saturday, but that didn’t mean I was any less affected right now. That broad, thickly muscled chest with the black heart over his left pectoral. Those abs that were all hard angles and deep ridges. The little trail of dark hair that trailed from his belly button down his flat stomach and disappeared into his jeans…

I closed my gaping mouth and tried to steady my racing heart as I turned away from the devastating sight of the sexy man behind me. “Um…I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” I got out in a voice that only slightly shook with my need.

“Em has a doctor’s appointment and I was the only one free to go.” I heard his footsteps as he came around the island. My already crazy heart rate accelerated as I sensed him stop just behind me. I could actually feel the heat radiating from his big body. “Can I join you for breakfast?”

“Of course. Just let me make some more eggs.” I reached for the carton of eggs with a hand that trembled.

His hand caught my elbow, and carefully pulled me around to face him. All the oxygen seemed to leave the room as I looked up into those eyes that changed with every emotion that crossed his endearing face. Right now, they were darker that I had ever seen them. “I was hoping for something a little sweeter than eggs, Layla,” he murmured as his head lowered toward mine.

It was stupid. It was crazy…but I had never been all that smart or sane. At least that was what I told myself as I stepped closer. He towered over me, but I thought we fit perfectly against each other. His erection pressed against my stomach, my breasts against his chest in just the right spots. I could see the pulse beating at the base of his throat, and I ached to suck on it.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” He growled, his head making a slow dive toward mine as if he were giving me time to reconsider letting him kiss me.

The first brush of his lips across mine was soft and gentle, but no less intoxicating. His lower lip was fuller than his top, and before I could think about it, I latched on to it, sucking it into my mouth to get the full taste of him. It was like a drug, that sweet addicting taste of passionate man. Large fingers gripped my pony tail, holding my head still while he explored my mouth with his tongue.

A moan escaped us both when he pulled back. I pressed closer, wanting his mouth. He turned his head away, cursing softly while he tried to suck in deep breath after deep breath. The kiss hadn’t been long, maybe twenty seconds or so, but it had stolen his breath completely. I thrilled in the knowledge that I had affected him so completely.

One big hand rubbed over my jeans clad hips and pulled me into his hard body. His erection throbbed against my stomach, making me burn for him. I laid my head on his chest, loving the sound of his out of control heartbeat. It matched my own and let me know that I wasn’t the only one fighting for control over this thing that was between us.

After a few minutes of him holding me like that, he stepped back enough so there was a few inches of space between us. His hand was still on my hip, though, and I looked up at him through my lashes. “I knew you were going to blow my mind, Layla,” he murmured in a passion filled voice, “but I had no idea that you would bring me close to blowing my load with just a kiss.” He brushed a soft kiss across my forehead. “I’ve never been that affected by a kiss. Not even when I was fifteen and experimenting for the first time.”

“I’m pretty affected myself,” I assured him in a quiet voice.

Those eyes darkened even more, and I longed to chart them, to watch while he experienced every emotion known to man and witness how many colors they could actually turn. “Have dinner with me tonight.” He lowered his head to brush a tender kiss across my cheek. “I promise not to seduce you unless you ask me too.”

That could be a problem; because I was sure that I wanted him to seduce me. I licked my lips. “I…I can’t tonight.” I whispered, regret clouding my voice. “Lucy has school in the morning and I…I want to, but…”

“Shh... Sh.” He kissed my other cheek, just the barest touch of warm damp lips to my soft skin. “Okay, not tonight. Saturday then. Dinner. Maybe a few drinks at this bar that has live bands?”

Slowly I nodded. “I can do Saturday.”