Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(109)

“Say it,” he demanded.

I held on to my denial. “No.”

He did a repeat of the pull and slam.

“Say it.”

“No!” I shouted, lifted my head, pressed my lips to his and kissed him, sliding my tongue in his mouth.

That’s when it went wild. He didn’t stop between the pull and slams, just kept pounding into me again and again and again and, it must be said, I loved every, single, mind-blowing stroke.

I lifted my legs at the knees, pressing them into his sides as my hands roamed, my nails scratched. I kissed, licked and I may have gotten out-of-control and given him an actual Junior High School love bite at the base of his neck.

With his hands at my ass lifting my h*ps to take his thrusts, I finally got so close, I called his name, ready to finish.

And he stopped.

I’d arched my neck in preparation for cl**ax but my chin jerked down and I stared at him. “Don’t stop!” I shouted.

“Do you belong to me?” he asked.

Even in the throes of pre-orgasm, my mouth dropped open. Then I snapped, “I hate you Lucas Stark!”

I saw his white grin.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “You belong to me.”

Then he started moving again. And he didn’t stop this time.

And he left me believing that regular-position sex definitely had its merits.

* * * * *

We were face-to-face, my hands pressed against his chest, my leg wrapped around his hip, his fingers stroking the back of my thigh.

I had my eyes closed and even though I’d come down from my post-getting what was between us orgasm, my heart hadn’t stopped beating too fast. In fact, it was pounding so hard I was certain Luke could hear it and feel it.

“You scared?” he murmured.

Yep, he could feel it.

“Yes,” I whispered and do not ask me why, I told him the truth.

I was scared. I was scared out of my mind.

“Of me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered honestly again and I actually started trembling.

He stopped stroking my leg, his fingers slid over my bottom, his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to the heat of him.

“Finally,” he muttered, “I’m gettin’ somewhere.”

I was so screwed.

He certainly is getting somewhere and I like where he’s getting! Good Ava said dreamily.

I don’t think your f**k buddies idea is working, Bad Ava told me on a huff.

I ignored Good Ava and Bad Ava and Luke held me tight until the tremors slid away.

Then I called, “Luke?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“What was with the handcuffs?”

His arm got even tighter. “If I had to, I was gonna cuff you to me again.” His head came up and he kissed my shoulder then he settled again and said softly, “I didn’t have to.”

Hell and damnation.

I just kept giving myself away.

Chapter Twenty

Straighter

It had been a long and emotional night so when I woke up, I still felt asleep and thought I was dreaming. Either that or I was in my pretend happy place. Those were my excuses for what I did and I was going with them.

See I woke up before Luke. I woke up happy (yes happy, it was morning, I hadn’t had the chance to put my defenses up yet), warm and post-night of mind-boggling life-altering sex relaxed, curled into his side and the first thing my eyes saw was the wall of his chest. There were a lot of things about Luke I liked (read: pretty much everything), but I liked his chest especially. So, since I liked it so much and I was living a dream, I leaned down and kissed it.

I decided I also liked his neck so once I was done kissing his chest I shifted up and kissed his neck. Since I was at his neck, I saw that I had, indeed, given him a hickey the night before and even though that was silly, juvenile and highly embarrassing, secretly I liked my mark on him so I kissed that too.

You also like his jaw, Good Ava reminded me.

She was right. I did like his jaw. Luke had a great, strong jaw.

So I kissed Luke’s jaw.

You also like his… Bad Ava started but Good Ava threw her halo at Bad Ava, it bonked off Bad Ava’s head so Bad Ava snapped at Good Ava, Hey!

“Babe,” Luke said softly, his voice husky with sleep, his arms coming around me.

I lifted my head to look at him, planting my hands on his chest, moving closer to his face and still in my dreamy, pretend happy place, I smiled and whispered, “Good morning.”

That’s when I noticed his face. It was soft and his eyes were sleepy, warm, inky and completely unguarded.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop right there.

Before I could react, retreat or even take the moment to memorize that look leveled at me, his hands came to my hair, pulling it off my shoulders to bunch it the back of my head. One hand shifted my hair to his other hand and the fingers of his free hand drifted down my back. His head came up and he brushed his lips against mine.

He settled back into the pillows and his warm, unguarded eyes roamed my face as I lay there frozen. Good Ava was twirling with delight, a la Maria in the mountains at the beginning of The Sound of Music while Bad Ava had her face in her hands and was shaking her head.

Luke’s eyes settled back on mine and, softly, he murmured, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”