Page 33 of Hard Rock Temptation
I was stiff with arousal, and tempted. So,sotempted.
“Kay, I want nothing more than to take you into my bed and lavish attention on every single inch of your skin.” My voice was heavy with arousal.
She let out a small moan and pressed her hips closer, her heated core bumping up against the hardness in my jeans.
“But I also want to take things slow,” I told her. “I want to do this right.”
This time the sound that left her was one of disappointment, lips curving downwards and gaze lowering.
I tucked a red curl behind her ear and tilted her face to the side to press a kiss to her cheek.
“I want to savor every moment,” I murmured into her skin. She shivered under my hands. “I want to draw out every single kiss and touch. I want to treasure you. To worship you. I want to tease out every bit of pleasure from you that I can, even if it means teasing myself to the edge at the same time.”
“How can you be so mean when saying something so sexy,” she said with a shaking breath.
“I guarantee I’ll make it worth the wait,” I said in a low voice.
“I don’t doubt you at all,” she said, repeating my earlier words back to me.
I put my hands on her hips and shifted until we were sitting side by side.
“How about this…” I put a hand on the small of her back and leaned in to murmur in her ear. “If we work hard now, I’ll give you a little reward later. Would you like that?”
Kay’s body trembled under my touch, her thighs pressing together.
“I think you know exactly how much I’d like that, you tease,” she replied breathlessly.
I hid a smirk in her hair. “Then we better get started.”
FIFTEEN
KAYLEE
Ididn’t know how Micah thought I’d be able to concentrate on our song, not with the way he was acting. He was the one who wanted to go slow, who wanted to focus on work, but from the look in his eyes, from the expression on his face, it was obvious his attention was on something else. Or, maybe it was more apt to say his attention was focused on a few certain somethings, namely, my legs and ass.
“I can feel your eyes on me, you know.” I turned to Micah with a smirk as I knelt on the carpet in front of the coffee table, hunched over the music production software on his laptop to play around with the EQ settings. “It’s hard to concentrate when someone is staring with such a lecherous gaze.”
“It’s an appreciative gaze.” Micah didn’t even look abashed as he lifted his eyes to my face. “I’m appreciating all the gifts my beautiful girlfriend has to offer.”
“My ass is a gift, huh?” I laughed.
“Damn right it is.” He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me up until I was on his lap.
“I thought we were supposed to be working,” I reminded him, even though I really didn’t want to protest.
“You can work from here just as well.” He picked up the laptop and perched it on my thighs, tapping to edit a few custom presets. His one hand was on the keyboard while the other drifted to caress my hip.
I tried to focus on what he was doing—I’d configured my presets that way for a reason, dammit!—but his hand on my hip was distracting as hell. I tried not to squirm as warmth settled between my legs, not unlike the warmth in my cheeks, aside from the faint aching that accompanied it.
“Micah—” I started hesitantly, then paused, surprised at myself.
I was never hesitant. I always went for what I wanted, without reservations. Sometimes to a fault, some might say. But with this…
I’d already asked Micah if he wanted us to take things to his bedroom, and he’d said no, albeit in the sexiest way possible. He said he wanted to savor me. To treasure and worship me.
It was appealing, the thought of that much devotion, that much single-minded attention. In most of my daydreams I’d imagined that all our pent up yearning and desire would result in a burst of raw, unrepentant, frenzied passion. I supposed that wasn’t entirely out of the question, but that wasn’t how Micah wanted things to go. Not yet, at any rate.
The anticipation might have been sexy as hell, but it was also frustrating, and a little disconcerting. Going slow hadn’t been on my Micah-and-Kaylee bingo card. I wasn’t really sure how to go forward from here. I didn’t just want to wait for him to make all the moves. My own desires were important, too.
