Rock Addiction (Rock Kiss #1)(15)

“So, should we…”

Fox knew she was attempting to wrench this night back under control, push them into the bedroom where it was safe. He could even guess at the reasons why she didn’t want to become any further involved with him. Hell, he wouldn’t date himself. Not with the reputation he’d earned as a young musician, a rep that had never quite worn off—and that didn’t take the relentless media attention into account. No sane, intelligent woman would want to be caught up in his world, her every action scrutinized, her life put under a microscope.

Fox had nearly punched out a reporter last month, and he’d been living this reality for years. So yeah, he understood. He just didn’t plan on allowing any of that to get in the way of his pursuit of Molly and the nameless but increasingly powerful thing between them—because he’d protect her. She wouldn’t be thrown to the wolves, would be safe with him and the band.

“Takeout,” he reminded her instead of speaking his thoughts aloud. The instant he did, Molly would realize he’d never actually agreed to her one-month time limit and pull away. He couldn’t allow that; he needed the time to coax, cajole, and pleasure her into trusting him. Enough to give them a real shot.




An hour and a half later, Molly found herself uncertain of what to do. She’d never had a passionate affair before, felt gauche and lost.

Closing the distance between them, Fox took her hand, led her into the bedroom. “Such big brown eyes.” He cupped her face between those rough-skinned hands that felt so exquisite against her skin. “What’re you thinking?”

That voice. Hard rock and pure sin, it made her breath catch, her stomach somersault. “That I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, since he already knew the exact breadth of her experience.

Fox rubbed his thumb over the plump flesh of her lower lip. “We do what feels good” was his simple answer. “First”—his eyes intent on her face—“you tell me if I need to wait till tomorrow.”

It took her a second. Then, fingers curling on his T-shirt, she shook her head. “No, I think it’ll be okay.” Her muscles ached, but there was no pain.

“You just say stop if it isn’t.” His mouth was on hers as soon as she nodded, his kiss intoxicating.

By the time their lips parted, her hands were under his T-shirt and on the hot skin of his back, her nipples rasping against the fabric of her bra. She was acutely aware of his hands on her backside, the hold blatantly sexual. When he shifted to undo the button and zip on her skirt, she allowed the black piece of clothing to drop to the carpet, the style loose enough that it didn’t catch on her hips.

Nudging away her hands, he tugged her sweater over her head himself. “Beautiful.”

Molly knew she wasn’t beautiful, not like the starlets and models who lived in his world, but he made her feel that way, his voice gritty with appreciation. Clasping his hand over her nape again, he drew her in for a kiss as wet and as demanding as the need between her thighs. “Take off your bra for me, baby.”

Shivering at the sound of that voice meant for sex and sin, she pulled the straps down her arms, then undid the hooks to drop the black lace bra on top of her skirt. It left her dressed only in matching panties and the thigh-high tights Fox looked at with a smile of pure male approval. It set her skin afire with nerves.

His hands on her. No warning, no hesitation, his palms covering the bare mounds of her breasts. Shocked into a moan, she arched into him, shuddering at the feel of his rock-hard body against the softness of her own. When he released her needy flesh after a single squeeze, she wanted to whimper, beg for more.

Tracing the top edge of one leg of the tights, his other hand flat on her lower back, he said, “Funny how these make me have the dirtiest fantasies.” He nipped at her kiss-swollen lower lip, his statement making her want to squirm. “In the bed.”

She had no motivation to disobey that order. Slipping under the sheets, she watched him strip with clean efficiency. The T-shirt went over his head to reveal a chest that had her hands fisting on the bedspread, shoes and socks were nudged off, jeans ripped off… underwear, too.

Her body twinged, reminding her she’d had that muscled male body on her, in her. And was about to again. Sucking in desperate gulps of air, she swallowed as he got into bed and leaned on his elbow beside her, his erection pressing against her thigh.

“There go those thoughts again,” he said, tugging the sheet down to expose her breasts. “I should’ve had you naked an hour ago, shouldn’t I?” He rolled one nipple lazily between thumb and forefinger.

Biting back a whimper, Molly nodded. “Yes.” Any time to think and she began to wonder what in the world she was doing. “I never thought I’d be here, like this.” Naked in bed with a rock god.

“I’m damn glad you are.” A smile so smoldering it devastated her senses, then his cock thrusting against her abdomen as he came over her after shoving the sheet totally aside. “It’s just you and me in this bed.” He braced himself on one muscled arm, tattoos bright in her peripheral vision. “Outside world doesn’t exist. So give in and enjoy.”

“Give in and enjoy.”

There were so many things wrong with that statement when it came to the life Molly wanted to live. “I’m not sure I can do that. I’m not a rock chick. I’m a librarian.”