Rock Chick Renegade (Rock Chick #4)(50)

I gave in to get it over with. “I tried, last night but things got…” I started then stopped, “and this morning things were advanced –”

“I didn’t use protection,” he interrupted me.

I blinked at him then my eyes got wide.

“Fuck.” The word was a gentle explosion under his breath and then he got further into my space, his face close to mine. “I didn’t expect it to go that far.”

This was not good.

“What did you expect to happen?” I asked.

“I expected to make you come with my hand and have time to get protection before I f**ked you. But Christ, your face when you came…”

He stopped speaking and I stopped breathing.

Then he went on. “I also expected you to be the kind of woman with enough experience and brains to keep herself protected.”

My mouth dropped open then I snapped it shut then I said, “You make it sound like my fault.”

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin. Things would have gone differently if you had.”

I didn’t know what that meant and I didn’t get the chance to ask.

He kept talking. “How in the f**k does someone who looks like you remain a virgin until you’re twenty-six f**kin’ years old?”

Okay, so, I was getting the impression that my virginal status was a turn off. Instead of this making me angry, it hurt me someplace private, someplace there was no way in hell I’d ever let show.

I pretended his words didn’t affect me and looked for an excuse.

“I’ve been kinda busy,” I told him.

“That’s not it.”

“I’m a lesbian?” I tried.

He stared at me like he thought it might be a good idea to call a certain kind of doctor.

Then he twisted his torso around, turned off the faucet, came back and put his hands on the wall on either side of me.

“No one has ever touched you?” he asked, his voice still sounding angry, intense and I didn’t know how to react.

I mean, this wasn’t exactly the end of the world, was it?

Was I that bad?

“No one’s ever touched me,” I answered softly.

“No one?”

I shook my head.

“Put their mouth on you?” he went on.

“Vance!” I exclaimed.

“Answer me, god dammit!” he clipped, his eyes flashing, the intensity escalating and my heart began to race.

“No!” I yelled, confused and beginning to get freaked right the hell out.

When I said no he moved quickly, yanking my body to him and his arms went around me tight, his mouth came down on mine in a hot and heavy, full-on-tongue-action kiss.

It took my breath away.

He pulled away but only to yank my nightgown over my head and throw it aside. I noticed his nakedness then, forgetting my own, and stared in amazement at his body for the second he gave me before it was against mine, pressing me to the wall, hands everywhere, mouth on mine.

My belly was fluttering again, wildly, and I went with it, exploring his skin with my hands.

Okay, so, maybe I was wrong about my virginal status being a turn off.

It was out of control, even though we’d just finished, we started again and it was not like before. I thought that had been intense but this was. It was violent, unrestrained, we were all over each other and it was f**king amazing.

Within minutes I was alternately panting, kissing him, tasting his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders and my hands were running over his ass when he bent, lifted my leg, swung it around his hip and slammed into me.

My head went back when he filled me and cracked against the wall.

He heard it, picked me up with his hands at my behind, still inside me. I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and my arms around his shoulders. He moved us into the hall, his head tilted back and mine tipped down, our mouths locked together.

He went to his knee on the floor and dropped me to my back. He moved over me, I kept my legs and arms around him and he started immediately moving inside me, hard, fast, deep, my body jolting with his thrusts. It felt good, beyond good, straight to magnificent.

His hands went to the sides of my head, fingers in my hair and he looked down at me while he moved. I tried to kiss him but he dodged my mouth.

“Never,” he said, his voice gruff, his h*ps stopping their thrusts and grinding into me.

“Never what?” I murmured, one of my hands sliding down his back, the other one went into his hair.

“Outside my bike, never has anything important in my life been just mine.”

My body stilled, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his.

He started moving again, slowly, deeply and he kept talking. “Always castoffs, leftovers, used, sometimes even food from dumpsters.”

My heart started beating again, only to trip over itself; my breath came fast, not only from what was happening to my body but what he was saying.

“Vance –”

His lips came to mine, his hands moved out of my hair and went to the sides of my face and he stared in my eyes, pressing deep inside.

“Mine,” he muttered, his deep voice hoarse, that fierce undercurrent there.

His tone caused a shiver to run through me, straight through to my soul.

Then he kissed me.

* * * * *

“I’ve got to get to work,” Vance said to me (or, more appropriately, against my neck).