Rock Addiction (Rock Kiss #1)(36)

“I…I’ve never…” Sucking in air, heat rising up her body in a lush pink wave that made Fox cuddle her closer, she admitted the truth. “Not on my own.” He’d always helped her. “Teach me how.”

He used the hand he had on the back of her neck to haul her down to his mouth, his tongue thrusting aggressively between her lips. “You’re gonna kill me,” he said afterward, cheekbones painted with a red flush. “I never was into the whole professor-student deal, but I’ve changed my mind.”

“Fox.” She tugged at his lip ring in retaliation for the sensual teasing, playfully threatening to pull it off.

Smile deep, he positioned her until the blunt head of his cock nudged at her, but he didn’t allow her to push down. “Use your hand to guide me.” He cupped her jaw, holding her in place for what she’d come to think of as a “just because” kiss, indulging himself in her.

It made her melt.

“Professor Fox,” he said against her lips, “promises to grade you fairly.”

“You,” she said, a wild sensual joy within, “shouldn’t be set loose on unsuspecting women.”

An unrepentant look. “Class is in session, Miss Webster.”

So wet it would’ve been embarrassing if she weren’t with Fox, with whom nothing was taboo, she reached down between them to close her hand over his thickness.

“Ah, damn, that feels good.”

Her breasts aching at that masculine growl, Molly discovered a long-hidden streak of wickedness within herself. “Enough for an A?”

“The exam”—the tendons in Fox’s neck strained taut—“is ongoing.” He hissed out a breath as she took the first inch of his rigid length inside her, her tissues stretching deliciously.

“Oh.” Removing her hand, she pushed down, eager to feel all of him.

Fox shuddered, one strong arm locked around her upper back, his other hand on her thigh. “Move on me, baby.”

He kissed her endlessly as she rocked on him, his free hand shifting to lie on her butt, urging her into a faster rhythm. She might’ve been the one on top, Molly thought before thinking became a vain hope, but Fox was in charge. The insight only made her wetter, needier, and soon the only sounds in the room were those of their rasped breaths and of skin slapping on skin.

When she came apart in his arms on a breathless scream, her vision hazing, he held her close and whispered, “My beautiful Molly.”

Another piece of her heart splintered away.

A second later, he thrust deep, holding himself there as he came in an intimate pulse inside her. One hand in his hair, her other arm around the width of his shoulders, she held him through his pleasure, emotion a knot inside her chest… and spluttered with surprised laughter when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat and said, “We need to schedule a retest as soon as possible—it appears Professor Fox has difficulty grading and f*cking at the same time.”




Molly spent the rest of the week attempting to come to terms with the fact she was about to fly off for a secret weekend with Zachary Fox, rock star, and the most intriguing, complex, and gorgeous man she’d ever known. Charlotte, when they met for lunch on Thursday, dragged her off to a designer lingerie shop. “You have a smoking-hot man who wants to do you six ways to Sunday. I say this calls for ridiculously expensive French lingerie.”

A fluttering sensation in her abdomen, Molly spent the next ten minutes touching the rich fabrics and laces, buttery and soft. “I can’t afford most of this.” She kept her voice to a whisper so the sales assistant wouldn’t give them the evil eye.

“Liar.” A poke in the ribs. “You might not be rich, but you hoard any extra money you have.”

That was the trouble with having a best friend who knew her so well. “What’s the point of buying lingerie that’ll stay on for five seconds at most?” she muttered instead of thinking about why it was so important to her to have a nest egg tucked away.

“Five seconds?” Charlotte put a hand over her heart with a dramatic sigh. “Wait while I have an orgasm.”

“What, you still haven’t jumped T-Rex? Even now that you two are attached at the hip?” To her best friend’s shock and Molly’s glee, Charlotte had been promoted to T-Rex’s personal assistant without warning.

Anya, meanwhile, had been given her marching orders.

Charlotte made a face at her. “Why would I want to jump a man who yells at me one minute and leaves chocolate cake on my desk the next?”

“What?” Paying for the decadent bra-and-panty set she hadn’t been able to resist, Molly pointed a finger at her best friend. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Hah! More like I’ve been protecting you from the madness,” Charlotte said as they walked out, her eyebrows drawn ominously together. “This is only my second day in the position, but he’s already driving me insane. Yesterday he made me work till ten at night, caused me to miss a date with Ernest—”

Not giving herself time to second-guess her reaction, Molly said, “What you and Ernest are doing isn’t called dating, Charlie.”

Charlotte folded her arms, a mutinous expression on her face. “So maybe he hasn’t made a move—”

“After a year.” Molly didn’t normally push Charlotte on this topic because she knew why her friend made the choices she did, but Charlotte was definitely reacting to T-Rex, and it was the first positive sign of deep healing Molly had seen in her. She’d be no kind of best friend if she didn’t nudge that healing along. “Doesn’t Ernest spend the whole time telling you about his model-airplane collection?”