Rock Hard (Rock Kiss #2)(70)

Chest rising and falling in jerky breaths, Charlotte stayed shamelessly close. Gabriel continued to feed her sensual hunger, playing his fingers over her hip at the same time. Each kiss seemed to tug on her nipples, stroke her between her thighs. Charlotte found her hand was on the back of Gabriel’s neck again, her throat arched for him.

Stroking his own hand over the curve of her waist and to her hip, he nuzzled the spot just below her ear. Charlotte moaned, her panties damp.

“I like that sound.” It was a deep rumble against her. “Makes my cock so f*cking hard.”

Another moan slipped out of her throat, her nails digging into his nape. “Gabriel,” she said, the single word breathy.

He kissed his way down her throat in response, each kiss accompanied by a wet little suck. By the time he worked his way back up to that spot under her ear, her panties were so wet they were sticking to her flesh, her breath coming hard and fast, her chest tight with anticipation. He paused, hot breath against her skin. “Touch yourself for me, Ms. Baird.”

She bit down on her lower lip, but the moan escaped anyway. The combination of his words and the fact he’d used her professional name, it had her heart thumping even harder, her skin so hot it felt as if she’d catch on fire. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” A kiss just below that delicious spot she needed him to kiss. “I want you to come on my lap, want to watch you take your pleasure.”

Lungs aching, she clenched her hand on his nape.

Another wet kiss that ratcheted up her arousal without easing it. “Put your hand under your dress.”

Charlotte’s heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, her mind filled with Gabriel, his scent—hot, masculine, arousing—in her every breath. And his voice, that deep voice telling her to do such a carnal thing. She didn’t know where she found the courage; maybe in the protection of his arms, maybe in the fact she was so close to a pleasure that promised to be bone-searing when she’d been a wreck minutes ago.

She slid her free hand below the hem of her dress.

“Oh f*ck.” Gabriel’s body shuddered. “Higher, sweetheart.” Each word was accompanied by a kiss to her neck.

Charlotte had tried this before Gabriel came into her life, but it had never worked, as if there was a toxic block inside her made of fear and the memories of Richard’s denigrating words. Then had come those dreams and erotic fantasies. Today, as she inched her hand up her thigh, it felt as if her entire body was alive with arousal, her nerve endings sizzling just below the surface. Breasts rising and falling in an erratic rhythm, she moaned at the feel of Gabriel sucking on her neck as he made his way back up to that spot that felt so good.

Then he was there, his tongue swirling a delicate circle against her skin just as her fingers brushed the plump bud of her clitoris through the lace of her panties. Her clit felt as if it had swollen to three times its usual size, the space between her thighs humid and hot.

“Nudge aside your panties and tug on your clit,” Gabriel ordered as he continued to suck and kiss her throat. “Imagine it’s my fingers doing that to you. Be rough.”

Skin tight and breasts aching, she pushed aside the gusset of her panties.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers finding the slippery plumpness of her clit.

“Tug,” he said, his voice harsh. “Harder than you usually would.”

Because she could deny him nothing, she did exactly as he’d ordered. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her lower body clenching in convulsive shivers as her eyes squeezed shut.

The pleasure was deep, sinful, sublime.




CHEST HEAVING, CHARLOTTE STARED at Gabriel after the last ripples passed through her body.

He’d stopped kissing her, was just watching with glittering eyes, a red flush brushing his cheekbones. “You are so sexy, Ms. Baird.”

Blushing, she slipped her hand out from under her dress. She couldn’t believe she’d done that, but even more, she couldn’t believe she’d orgasmed from nothing more than his kisses and a single purposeful touch. And words. Gabriel’s words. That, she thought, was the most important thing.

It had been Gabriel with her.

Closing his fingers around the wrist of the hand she’d taken from between her legs, he tugged it closer, drew in a long breath. “I can smell you, and it makes me want to lick you until you come on my tongue.” Molten silver eyes met her own. “Let me.”

Her thighs clamped together again, pleasure splintering her body. “I don’t think I can take it today,” she said when she could speak again.

He brushed the back of his hand over her breasts. “Next time.”

Nipples hard and pebbled, she nodded. “Yes.” Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Richard wasn’t going to steal Gabriel from her. No way in hell.




AFTER CHARLOTTE LEFT HIS office to head to the bathroom, a hot-pink blush coloring her cheeks, Gabriel shut the door and stood with his back to it. Then he went through a step-by-step mental replay of the last professional game he’d ever played. He’d been injured two minutes before the final whistle, right after the best f*cking try of his career, so he had plenty of mental footage.

Just as well.

It took the entire game to get his hard-on under control. But the agony was worth it. He’d never seen anything as hot as Charlotte coming so sweetly in his lap. And he most definitely could not think about that again while he was at the office.