Page 60 of Hard Rock Fling
"How about I prove it to you?" His eyes glinted, playful yet heated. "I'll give you ten kisses for every one I gave her." He lowered his lips to my neck. "I think I kissed her about two dozen times."
"Th-that's a lot of kisses."
"Then I guess I'd better get started."
Ian licked and sucked and nipped at every exposed inch of skin on my neck, shoulders and collarbone. The press of his teeth, lips, and tongue drove me crazy. I reached up to bury my hands in his hair. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of my head. Trapping me.
"Keep them there."
"But—"
His eyes flashed. "Keep. Them. There."
My heart fluttered. The words were commanding. Powerful. Something inside me flickered to life. Some part of me wanted me to do what he said. Wanted to obey.
I nodded my head to show I understood, not fighting against his hold. His eyes narrowed, humming in satisfaction.
"Good girl."
My knees went weak, a flood of warmth rushing to my very core. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to please him.
But his own pleasure was the last thing on his mind.
Ian placed soft kisses down my neck, along my collarbone, until he reached the swell of my breasts. As his lips moved downward, his hands slid upward. He untucked my blouse and skimmed along the skin of my stomach. My muscles clenched. His fingers left a blazing hot trail.
Large hands engulfed both breasts. Two thumbs brushed my nipples through the thin cotton bra. I gasped as a jolt of pleasure went through me. He kissed along my cleavage and massaged with soft touches until I was squirming.
I started to reach down and clutch at his hair. His words echoed in my ears. I clenched my fists instead and kept my arms where he'd placed them.
As if sensing my inner struggle, Ian chuckled darkly. He picked me up with one arm around my hips, the other around my shoulders. Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on a desk. Ian was between my spread legs. My skirt was bunched up to my waist. I blinked at the suddenness of it.
I didn't have time to protest. Ian went straight for my panties, hooking his fingers under the elastic and tugging. I automatically lifted my hips, not thinking twice. Once my panties were gone, he placed both hands on my inner thighs and spread them obscenely wide.
"Your body is amazing." He murmured the words against the skin of my calf. "I don't think a ratio of ten-to-one is good enough. Let's make it a hundred-to-one."
If anyone walked in, they'd have seen Ian on his knees in front of me, head between my thighs with my legs sprawled out on either side. I should have been embarrassed. I should have been protesting.
Instead, I closed my eyes and whimpered as Ian sucked my clit into his mouth.
He more than made good on his promise.
Chapter Twenty-One
By the timeIan was done with me I was a frazzled mess. A frazzled, happy, satisfied mess.
We put ourselves together and went back to the studio. The rest of the band members were gone, but the crew was still taking down all the sets.
"Shit, I missed my ride," Ian said.
"It's your own fault."
"Worth it."
I had to pull myself together and get back to work. "I need to get my purse and stuff."
I could tell he was going to pull me in for a kiss. I side stepped away. I couldn't let him do that in front of everyone.
Ian narrowed his eyes in a fake pout.
