Rock All Night(35)

OH MY GOD.

I looked through the peephole just to confirm that it was him – and that he didn’t have any of his little hoes along with him, looking for a threesome.

No, he was alone in the hallway, and still wearing his sunglasses. He looked pretty tense.

My heart pounded as I undid the chain, the lock, and opened the door.

There he was, chest and arms delicious under his tight-fitting tee.

Well, well, looks like one of his bitches gave his shirt back to him.

“Do you know what time it is?” I asked angrily, the image of him half-naked on the dance floor fueling my ire.

He looked at me from head to toe, a little surprised.

I was suddenly aware that I had no makeup on – and that the only thing I was wearing was an oversized t-shirt that barely reached halfway down my thighs.

He hadn’t seen me without makeup since, oh, the very first time we’d met.

And he hadn’t seen me in this little clothing since the night we’d spent together.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable and a little self-conscious…

…until he pulled off his sunglasses and smiled, turning the full force of those emerald green eyes on me.

“You know, you look great with makeup on… but you’re absolutely stunning without it.”

Heat rose up inside me, and the iceberg inside my chest thawed a little.

But he wasn’t getting off that easy.

“I said, do you know what time it is?” I repeated, annoyed.

“Yeah. It’s time to talk,” he said, and pushed past me into my room.

“Hey!” I almost yelled, but dialed it down when I realized my neighbors next door were probably sleeping. “I didn’t say you could come in here!”

He looked around the room, peeked in the bathroom – almost like he was searching for someone. When he turned around, he looked a lot more relaxed. Relieved, almost.

“What the f*ck are you doing, barging in here at two in the morning?” I demanded.

“I saw you talking to Ryan.”

I shrugged like, Yeah – AND?

“What did he say?”

“Stuff,” I snapped. “What the f*ck do you care?”

“I want to know.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I want to know, what did all of those little hoochie mamas out on the dance floor say to you, exactly?”

He waved my words off impatiently. “That didn’t mean anything.”


“Oh, I’m so glad to know that a bunch of naked women throwing themselves at you doesn’t mean any– ”

“What did Ryan say?” he said, almost angry now.

“None of your business! Maybe if you hadn’t been dancing with your skanky groupies you could’ve stuck around and heard for yourself – ”

He stood there and listened to me talk, but I could tell his impatience was building – and then the dam broke.

“Fuck this,” he growled, and stepped forward and kissed me.

Slammed me up against the wall and just owned me.

I was so stunned at first that I didn’t even realize what was happening – I was just overwhelmed by the adrenaline rush, the smack of my back and ass against the wall, his warm, hard body against my curves, his lips pressing insistently against mine, no tongue yet, but his mouth feverishly moving over my own –

After the shock passed, my first reaction was… complicated.

Part of me was going YES!

My heart was racing, my blood was boiling, my insides were fluttering with joy and desire.

But part of me was yelling NO!

Not in a ‘feeling threatened’ way – more like an outraged way. Like, You think you can just waltz in and have me this easily?

So I fought back. I wriggled against him, pushed my hands against his chest –

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall next to me.

And he kept on kissing me, his tongue slipping softly between my lips.

Ohhhh DAMN.

I wanted this.

I wanted it so bad.

So I opened my mouth and let him in.

Ohhhhhhhh God.

He slipped inside me, kissing me passionately, our tongues caressing. He pressed his pelvis against me, and I could feel him, thick and large and getting harder, his cock quickly growing, getting longer and bigger, pressing forcefully through his jeans against my belly.

If I wasn’t wet before, I was now.

Damn I wanted him inside me so bad.

He let go of my left wrist and dropped his hand down to my thigh, reaching up under the hem of my t-shirt. I felt his fingers clutch at my bare ass, squeezing me, gripping me. His fingertips brushed lightly against my *, sending my desire soaring even higher. He moved his hand down my ass cheek, the tips of his fingers caressing the wetness of my lips, toying with them, stroking them.

I gasped with pleasure when he did that –

And immediately breathed in the cloying smell of perfume.

Women’s perfume.

Lots of it. A whole barrage of different scents.

The image of him on the dance floor suddenly leapt back into my mind, with those women writhing all over him – except now, in my imagination, they were naked, and he was naked, and they were servicing him and laughing at me, all of them, even Derek.

Everything inside me went cold and angry all at once.

I started struggling and squirming, trying to turn my face away from his – but he just forced himself on me more, maybe thinking it was all still fun and games –