Rock with Me (With Me in Seattle, #4)(13)

Who has time to examine tats when he’s inside me?

Not I.

There’s script that says Never Kill What Burns Inside over a heart held in two hands with flames. It’s totally rockstar, but I have a feeling it means more than that. Maybe I’ll ask him about it later.

My eyes travel down his torso, over his sculpted washboard abs, to his stars, and damn, I just want to lick them.

I look up into his face to find him patiently watching me with those stormy gray eyes. His teeth are clenched, a muscle twitches in his jaw, but otherwise his body is completely calm and quiet, watching me explore him. In this moment, I forget about Leo Nash the rock god, and he’s just a man, standing in my kitchen with me.

I pull my hands around his waist, brushing along the top of his jeans, and follow the outline of the stars with my thumbs.

He sucks a breath in through his teeth and his stomach seizes, and I grin to myself and sink down to my knees, so his hips, and the erection straining against the zipper of these sexy, ripped jeans, are eye level with me.

“Sam,” he begins but the words catch in his throat when I lean in and lick the star on the right side, following the path my thumbs took moments ago, and then lave the scar from his surgery. “Sonofabitch,” he whispers.

I plant tiny kisses over the blue and red ink, over the white scar of the incision, like I’m kissing it better. I kiss my way along his lower belly, over his pubis, and switch sides, paying equal attention to the other star, enjoying the muscular line of his hip.

Any woman who says that V in a man’s hips isn’t sexy is a f*cking liar.

Leo gently tucks my hair behind my ears as I run my hands up the outside of his thighs and to the zipper of his jeans and lower it slowly, allowing the denim to fall off his hips to his ankles and his impressive cock to spring free.

He pushes my robe apart and I let it fall off my shoulders and to the floor.

I grip his cock in my fist and pump up and down loving how it continues to harden in my hand, and lean in to lick a drop of dew off the end.

“Samantha,” he whispers and buries his hands in my hair, gripping the strands in his strong hands as though he needs an anchor. I look up as I sink down over him, pushing him all the way to the back of my throat and then I grip him tightly with my lips and pull all the way up.

His eyes are on fire, watching me intently, panting as if we’d just run three miles. I smile up at him and repeat the motion, up and down on him, teasing him with my tongue and the tips of my teeth, and then sucking vigorously.

“Fucking A, Samantha,” He pulls me to my feet and into his arms, stomping out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a chuckle as I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his neck.

“Bedroom. I’m going to have to stock every room of your apartment with condoms,” he mutters and sets me down on the bed, pulls a foil packet out of the drawer and makes quick work of suiting up as he crawls onto the bed beside me.

I straddle him and run my hands up his arms to link our fingers and pin them to the bed beside his head, raise my hips and impale myself on his hard shaft.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“You sort of turn me on,” I respond with a sassy grin.

“I’m so happy to hear that, sunshine,” he replies sarcastically and chuckles and then groans as I grip my intimate muscles around him and pull up, then push back down and begin to ride him, circling my hips, grinding my clit against his pubis, and I feel the pressure begin to build, my stomach tightens, and I break out into a sweat.

“Damn you feel good,” I whisper and move faster, chasing the orgasm that’s almost in my reach.

“Let go of my hands, Sam.”

I comply and he palms my breast with one hand and his talented thumb finds my clit and sends me over the edge in an overwhelming climax. Before I can resurface, he lifts me off him and flips me onto my stomach, pulls my ass in the air and shoves himself into me roughly.

“Oh God, yes!” I cry and push my palm against the headboard as I rock back onto him. He grips my hips tightly and f*cks me hard, growling and panting, in the most deliciously primal way I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck.” He chants as he pulls me back onto him and empties himself inside of me.

I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.

Jesus, what is he doing to me?

He collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress, and I don’t even care if I can breathe. I think he may have just killed me anyway.

And what a way to go.

He slowly pulls out of me and rolls to the side and off the bed to discard the condom, then crawls onto the bed and covers us both with the blankets, tucking me against his side, with my head on his chest.

“Meow.” Levine jumps onto the bed, eyeing Leo for a second and then nudges Leo’s hand with his head.

“He likes you,” I whisper and smile as Leo pets his head.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m fantastic, thanks. You?”

Leo laughs and shoos the cat aside, who then flips his tail at him and curls into a ball at the end of the bed and begins to take a bath.

“Fantastic is a good description.” He kisses my forehead lightly.

“Are you leaving now?” I ask, ready to put some distance between us, yet hoping he says he wants to stay.