Rock Chick Reborn (Rock Chick #9)(50)

And we’d go.

“Moses,” I called.

He lifted his head and looked down at me.

Boy, this man was beautiful.

“I don’t care if I ever eat again,” I declared.

Maybe that was dramatic.

But a point needed to be made.

I made it.

A flash of white shown behind his lips as a flash of heat shot through his eyes and he dipped his head and kissed me again.

We went slower. He took his time. In some far part of my mind that wasn’t all about Moses, what he looked like, felt like, smelled like, sounded like, how he was making me feel, all of it so magnificent it was hard to fathom, and gorgeous to revel in, I’d realize that first orgasm was for me, but it was also so we could dial it back and if we carried on, he could give me this.

This intimacy.

These moments.

Being right there, firm in our nows, and doing that in order to make the most of it, but also make this the best memory it could be.

And he made it the best through his touch, his murmured words, his taking my bra and panties off me like he was unwrapping a package that he knew what was inside, and he wanted it so badly he wished to draw out the experience.

And he showed me him and how his strength and beauty were in every inch (and of a few particular inches, there were a lot of them).

And when he slid inside me, he’d given me enough kisses.

He’d given me enough touches.

He’d tasted enough with his tongue.

He’d let me taste enough with mine.

So we were right there, firm in our nows, staring into each other’s eyes, wrapped around each other’s bodies, as he inched inside me slowly and I knew I’d never forget a second of it.

When he’d filled me, when I saw the lazy hit his lids and the possession curl his lips, I stroked his cheeks with both my hands, lifted my head so we were so close there was nothing between our eyes but lashes and whispered, “I love my now.”

Only then did Moses kiss me again as he started moving inside me, making love to me, making my now even better.

And sealing the deal on Shirleen reborn.





“You want me to call the restaurant and see if they still got our table open, or any table open, or you wanna give it up and just go to Arby’s?”

Had to admit, I loved that his go-to was Arby’s.

Moses and I were lying across my bed. The fluffy folds of my dove-gray duvet (with just a hint of lavender) were totally demolished seeing as not only had we had sex on them, Moses had pulled them out from under us to have them kinda covering our bottom halves.

And I was resting down his side, but chest to chest with him, smoothing my finger over the creases at the bridge of his nose.

Up that close, they were fascinating.

“Shirleen,” he called quietly.

I looked into his eyes. “You hungry, honey?”

“I want to leave this bed like I want someone to drill a hole in my head. But your boys—”

“They won’t be home for hours.”

He grinned, rolled me, then he was chest to my chest, sweeping the tip of his thumb against the bottom edge of my lip.

“Right then, I’m good right here with you for hours, sweetheart,” he murmured, watching his thumb move.

I loved that.

Still.

“I should feed you something,” I offered.

I wanted to make him my Coca-Cola ham with my famous mashed potatoes and my momma’s flakey biscuits.

I wanted Roam to grill him burgers.

I wanted Sniff to knock his socks off with something he stole from Bobby Flay.

I wanted everything and I wanted it right then. I wanted it all to happen within the next few seconds. For the first time since I could remember, I could not wait for what was next up in my life.

But even so, I never wanted to move from that bed.

His other hand shoved in at the small of my back and started up my spine.

“I neglected to mention it at the time, seeing as I was occupied, but I like your room, baby. You got style.”

I grinned up at him.

His hand at my spine became a steel arm around my back, and his thumb at my lip became a hand clamped on my neck when a pounding came at the door.

“Who’s in there?” Roam shouted.

“Uh-oh,” I whispered.

Another pound came at the door.

“Shirleen! You okay?” Sniff shouted.

“Fuck,” Moses whispered.

“You got five seconds to open this door!” Roam yelled.

“We’re armed!” Sniff declared.

“Fuck,” Moses whispered, gently but swiftly rolling us both up.

“One!” Roam barked.

I hit my feet and had my panties in my hand as given to me by Moses half a second later.

“Two!” Sniff roared.

I was shoving my feet in the holes when I yelled, “It’s me! I’m fine!”

There was silence while I pulled my panties up.

Moses handed me my bra.

“Whose truck is in the driveway?” Roam shouted.

“Just give us a second,” I called.

“Us?” Sniff thundered.

“Shit,” Moses muttered.

“A second!” I snapped.

I put on my bra double time and saw Moses had his pants and unbuttoned shirt on when he handed me my dress.