CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I need you,” Rock whispers against my skin. His lips trace my collarbone, to my shoulder, sliding my shirt down my arm.
“Rock, wasn’t one brush with the law enough for tonight?”
He glances up and down the beach. In the distance someone’s having a party around a bonfire, but other than that, the beach is empty.
“Rock!” someone shouts behind us. “Hope?”
Rock lets out an unholy, unhappy growl and turns. Wrath and Trinity are kicking up sand on their way over to us. Rock stands and pulls me up with him.
“We’re going back to the hotel. You want to stay here?” Wrath asks.
Half an hour later, we’re tucked safely inside our room and Rock’s no less wound up than he was on the beach. He stalks me across the room until the back of my knees hit the bed and land on the mattress.
“I really wanted to fuck you on the beach.” He strips off his shirt, slower than usual, putting on a show for me.
“Rock, is your shoulder still—”
“I’m fine.” He works his belt loose. “Although, I’d start taking those clothes off if you don’t want them shredded.”
I crawl up into the center of the bed and watch him undress. Fire races over my skin when he tips his head up and focuses on me.
“Hope,” he warns. “I’m fucking you one way or another.”
“Is that right?”
He strokes his hand up and down his cock a few times and meets my eyes. “Nah, you’re right. On second, thought, I’ll go take care of myself.” He struts off to the bathroom leaving me staring after him.
“Rock?”
I scurry off the bed and just as I turn the corner, he grabs me, lifting and flipping me in the air.
“I can’t believe I fell for that,” I shriek.
He tosses me on the bed. “I can’t either.”
This time, I slowly lift my shirt and toss it aside.
“Much better. Still too slow.” He leans down and yanks my boots off, then drags my jeans down my legs. “Open your legs.”
I hook my fingers in my underwear and lift up. He helps by slipping them off.
Despite his rough tone and crude words, he’s achingly gentle as he covers me with is body. He cups my face with his hands and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. His steel-gray eyes take in more than my face.
He pushes inside me slow enough to make me moan for more, harder, faster.
He’s controlled enough to deny my request and take his time. Gathering me in his arms, cradling me as he thrusts into me again.
I open my mouth and he captures my lips in a kiss. Every shared breath, every roll of his hips sends me spiraling.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hands clutch my hips, holding me tighter as he thrusts into me harder. Satisfied primal growls rumble from his throat with every roll of his hips.
“Whose pussy is this?” Rock whispers against my neck. His lips travel over my shoulder, teeth sinking into my flesh.
My mind’s blank except for one word. “Yours.”
“That’s right.” His frantic thrusts slow. “Give it to me any time I want, right, baby doll? Is that right? Tell me.”
“Oh!” I scream and groan at the same time. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
I whimper as he sits up and captures my ankles in his hands. He spreads my legs obscenely wide and hammers into me, leaving me no choice but to twist my hands into the comforter beneath us and hang on.
“I’m not fucking stopping. Don’t worry ’bout that. Look how pretty you are.”
He shifts so he’s holding my ankles in one hand and squeezes his free hand between my thighs to play with my clit.
“Nooo. Too much.”
Streaks of white-hot pleasure race down my body tossing me into my own personal blissful nighttime moonlit ocean waves. My wild moans of orgasmic joy give way to high-pitched broken laughter as the sensations overwhelm me.
Rock rides out my climax until my wild, breathless laughter turns to satisfied sighs.
He releases me, pulls out and throws himself down next to me.
“Come ride my cock, my dirty little doll.”
I waste no time throwing my leg over him.
“Greedy tonight,” he teases.
“Yup.” My eyes squeeze tight as I take him inside me and slowly work my hips up and down.
“That’s it,” he encourages, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Oh fuck.” He closes his eyes and throws his head back. “Keep going. Come on. Don’t slow down now.”
“Oh, Rock,” I gasp. “I’m gonna… again… Oh!”
“There it is. Keep coming for me.”
I’m breathless and limp when he pulls me down, burying my face against his neck. His arms clamp around me, holding me tight, shoving his face against my neck and sucking at my skin.
He stills and groans deep, the sound vibrating through me.
“Hope.” His voice is rough-edged with both love and need.
“I’m here.”
He doesn’t loosen his hold on me, keeping me anchored to his body so we can trade soft kisses and murmured declarations of love.
Something thumps against the wall our bed rests against.
“I hope you’re done for the night! We need sleep!” Sparky shouts.
I burst into giggles and roll to the side. “Oops. I thought they were still out.”
Rock lazily tucks one arm up behind his head and turns to look at me. “You think that would’ve stopped me?”
“No.” I slide closer and run my fingers over his chest, stopping to look at the bruises blooming over his right shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
He blows out a breath. “You’re the cure for everything that ails me.”
“That’s sweet, but I’m worried about you. We have a long ride home.”
“I’ll be fine in a day or two.”
“If we stay out of trouble.”
“Yes,” he agrees. “If we stay out of trouble.”