The Rocker That Savors Me(34)

If she hadn’t died when she had I was sure she would have ended up tossing Lana out too. Lana, who was so much more beautiful than I was, would have been serious trouble for Lydia’s self-esteem.

At seven there was a knock on the front door, and my heart moved to my throat. It was crazy that I was nervous. It wasn’t like this was my first date or anything. I have had boyfriends in the past and even thought I was in love a time or two, but this was different. Jesse was different.

When I opened the door, the sight before me took my breath away. Dressed in jeans, a shirt that stretched across that massive chest and biker boots, he was my version of sexy multiplied by ten. Screw the date! I wanted to haul him into the closest bed and devour him whole.

His eyes changed colors as soon as he saw me, going dark and animalistic as he trailed his gaze from the top of my head to my toes. I had left my hair down, with the ends just slightly curled to add some body. My makeup wasn’t all that special except I had paid extra attention to my eye makeup, giving them that smoky with cool grays and metallic blues. His eyes paused momentarily on my chest, obviously liking the way my top clung to my breast. The skinny jeans I had on were a pair of Lana’s, and they hugged my hips tight. The boots that Drake had bought her finished my look, and I could almost see the fantasies Jesse was having in his eyes—imagining me with nothing but those boots on.

He rubbed a hand over his mouth, taking his time as his eyes made the return trip back up to my face. “Killing me here, baby.”

I grinned, loving that I was affecting him so much. “I can change.”

“No.” He shook his head and grasped my hand. “I like that you are killing me.” He tugged me out the door and I called a “good night” to the girls before shutting the door behind us.

I had never had someone open a car door for me, and really I wasn’t expecting it from the big bad rocker, but he surprised me when he did just that. Stopping by the SUV, he opened the door and didn’t let go of my hand until I was seated in the passenger seat. As he closed the door another vehicle pulled up beside of the Escalade.

I didn’t pay attention to who was in the Ferrari because I as too busy checking out the car itself. In the dim lighting, I saw that it was metallic silver. The art work on the driver’s side was sick, with skulls in black and dark shades of gray. I was instantly in love with the car!

Jesse called a greeting to the couple getting out of the car but didn’t stop as he moved around to climb behind the wheel of the Escalade. I caught a glimpse of long dark hair from a woman shorter than I was and the tattoos on the arms of the man as they walked up the steps to the front door. For the first time I noticed who it was… “Is that Axton Cage?”

Jesse glanced back at the beach house as the door opened and Nik stood in the door way. “Yeah… Did you want to meet him? We have time.”

I shook my head. It would have been cool to have met the man deemed ‘Rock God,’ but I was more excited to just be with the rocker beside of me. “I’d rather be with you,” I told him honestly.

His hand stopped in the process of starting the vehicle. Eyes darker than I had ever seen them captured mine, and before I could blink he was reaching for me. I went willingly, desperate for the taste of him. He wasn’t gentle, and it only served to make me want more. His tongue thrusting into my mouth made me wet, and I nearly climbed across the seat to straddle him.

He tasted like toothpaste with something more potent underlining that mint flavor. That something went straight to my head, and I became an instant addict for it. A small moan escaped my mouth, and I clutched his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh through the material of his shirt.

The kiss went on and on. It could have lasted hours and I wouldn’t have been able to get my fill. When he finally raised his head, it was because we needed to breathe. He leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers tangled in my hair to hold me close. “Seriously, Layla. Killing me here, baby.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from attack his mouth again. “I’m dying a little myself,” I whispered.

We sat there for several minutes. It was soothing the way his fingers, still tangled in my hair, massaged my scalp while we got our breathing under control. When he raised his head, his eyes had changed again. They weren’t as dark as they had been just a few minutes ago, but they weren’t his normal brown. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before turning in the seat and reaching out to start the SUV.

“What would you like to eat, babe? Italian, Greek, Mexican?” He reversed, backing smoothly out of the driveway. “Anything you want just let me know.”