Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(35)

I loved grape soda, and once he had found that out, he made sure I had it often. Another thing I loved about him.

Normally, I would want a grape soda. But I didn’t want that right now. I had been daydreaming for so long about the moment I would tell Rock I loved him. I had known how I wanted it to happen. I had fantasized about it so many times I wasn’t even nervous when I turned to face him. I couldn’t say the words because in my daydreams he just knew. I had never prepared words for this.

I kissed him.

It only took him a moment to respond. His hands were on my hips, pulling me up against him tightly as his mouth began to work its magic on me. His minty taste always excited me. I slipped my arms up as high as I could and stood on my tiptoes so that my fingers could slide into his short hair. My br**sts pressed against his chest, and the ache in them only intensified. Since the first time Rock’s hands had settled under my br**sts and his thumb had grazed the undersides of them, they had started getting very excited when he got anywhere near them.

Not begging him to touch them was hard. It scared me and excited me to think about it. I had seen him looking at my boobs a lot. He liked them. It made wearing shirts that were too small bearable, knowing he liked the view.

When his hands slid up my sides and stopped just below my br**sts again, I let out a frustrated whimper. He stopped kissing me for a moment, but his mouth stayed hovering over mine. His warm breath bathed my lips, and I wasn’t sure I could breathe.

His hands slowly began to move, and I opened my eyes to look up at his warm ones. He was watching me closely as he inched his hands up until he was touching the undersides of my br**sts. So close to the centers, which ached for attention.

The moment he moved higher and his fingers ran over my sensitive ni**les, I sucked in a breath and grabbed on to his shoulders. This was what I wanted. What I had wanted for a while.

“Can I take your shirt off?” Rock asked, his voice raspy and low.

I nodded. I couldn’t form words.

He closed his eyes for a minute, and his nostrils flared before he reached down and pulled my T-shirt up my body. I lifted my arms, and he moved the shirt up and then tossed it aside. I wanted to close my eyes now. But I also needed to see him look at me. I would see the disappointment in them if he didn’t like what he saw.

His eyes flashed and he swallowed so hard I could see his Adam’s apple move in his muscular neck. “Damn,” he whispered reverently. “So perfect.”

My body hummed with pleasure from his words. The fear that I’d been holding on to about this drifted away, and I wanted more. I was ready for Rock Taylor to make me feel good. His large hands covered the satin bra I was wearing. It wasn’t anything special, but it worked. It was one Fandora had given me after she no longer wanted it. It was one of the few things she’d ever given to me.

“Can I take off the bra?” he asked me. He was breathing hard.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

His hands slid around the back of me and undid the hook with ease. I closed my eyes this time. I was about to be bare to him, and I wanted that but I was also not sure how to handle looking at him while he looked at me.

“Oh, f**k, Trisha. God, I’m so f**king ruined,” he said as his hands grabbed my waist. I wanted his hands somewhere else. My now bare br**sts throbbed, in need of attention.

“Come here,” he said as he began to move me. I opened my eyes as he backed me up against the bed. “Lie down.”

I was ready to do whatever he asked of me. I scooted back and lay my head on the pillow. He pulled his shirt off with one fluid movement, and I had only a moment to process the perfect view of his chest before he was moving over me.

He held himself over me and kissed me less gently this time. There was a hunger to his kiss that made my heart pound. I lifted my body and grabbed his head to pull him against me. I wanted to feel his chest against mine. But he held himself off, then pulled back, breaking the kiss.

His eyes were on my br**sts. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. I’ll stop. I swear it.”

I didn’t believe he could do anything that I wouldn’t like. But I nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t move to touch me, and the throb in my br**sts had made its way to between my legs, too. The ache was making me feel frantic.

“Please, Rock. Touch me.” Those words came out before I could stop them. I was getting desperate.

A low growl vibrated in his chest, and he swore under his breath before his hands slid up and covered my br**sts. Then he squeezed them, making me squirm at the pleasure that came with it. “Ah,” I cried out.

Rock’s eyes burned with a brightness I’d never seen before as he looked from my chest to my eyes. His thumbs brushed over my ni**les and I bit my bottom lip to keep from making any more embarrassing noises.

Then I watched as Rock lowered his head to my chest while his eyes stayed locked on mine. When his tongue flicked out and over my right nipple, I let my bottom lip go as a soundless gasp came from my mouth, which was now wide open in wonder.

When he pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked, I had to close my eyes to ride the wave of pleasure. Seeing him do this and feeling it at the same time was too much. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more. My body felt so tightly strung, humming with a delicious ache that would drive me mad if it lasted too long.

“Not only are they the prettiest, most perfect titties on earth, but they taste like honey. And I f**king love honey,” Rock said before licking my tips again.