Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour 2)
Page 41“We should probably go back to the tour bus and get a change of clothes,” he said to Jessica. “Take a shower.”
“Whatever.”
Sed’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Are you pissed off about something?”
“Oh no. I like to be completely ignored while you’re fondled by dozens of women.”
He had the audacity to grin at her. With both dimples showing. The jerk!
“Where to?” the cab driver repeated.
“Mandalay Bay. There are a couple of black and gray tour buses parked behind the events center. Drop us off there.”
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe she didn’t want to go back to the tour bus. Did he ever consider that?
“I wasn’t ignoring you, baby,” Sed said. “I could never ignore you.”
“Well, you sure as hell weren’t ignoring all those touchy-feely women.”
He chuckled. “Dear God, Jess, you’re actually jealous.”
He grabbed her and had her sprawled beneath him in the backseat within seconds. He kissed her, feasting on her mouth and stealing her senses. When he squeezed her breast, she slugged him in the shoulder. He pulled away to gaze down at her.
She glared up at him. “Do you always have to be such a beast?”
One dimple appeared as he grinned at her crookedly. “When you’re pissed and jealous? Yes, I have to be a beast.”
“Get off me.”
“You wanna be on top?” He shifted her again and she found herself straddling his lap. His hands slipped beneath her skirt to stroke the bare skin of her ass. “Fine by me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His mouth descended on the side of her neck. Her fingers pressed into his scalp, meaning to push him away, but he suckled that perfect spot just beneath her jaw, so she drew him closer instead. God, why couldn’t her stupid body stop responding to him? It was downright annoying at times. She should be very upset with him for being so irresistible to his stupid fangirls.
The sudden lurch of her body brought her back to her senses. Well, sorta.
Sed stopped sucking and glanced out the cab window. “We’re here.”
Sed paid the cab driver and hauled his large frame from the backseat, dragging Jessica along with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to the bus. She knew she was supposed to be mad at him about something, but kissing him as he struggled to climb the bus stairs without dropping her was much more enjoyable. She wanted this. Wanted him.
“No.” She choked on her own lie.
Forcing her attention from his distracting body, her gaze landed on the dining table and the laptop sitting there beneath the stack of work she was supposed to be doing for Myrna. Jessica hadn’t thought about it once since she’d succumbed to Sed’s lovemaking the night before. She almost felt guilty. Almost. “Now that we’re here, I should get some work done.” She looked at him for his reaction.
Sed shrugged and then turned to enter the bathroom. Alone.
What?
She didn’t really want to work right now. She wanted him to be as distracted by her as he was by him. Jessica followed him, completely under his spell.
Sed stood at the sink, lathering his face with shaving cream. She watched the play of muscles beneath the skin of his back and shoulders as he moved. Did the man have any idea how sexy he was? Yeah, probably. As he drew his razor up under his chin, Jessica moved to stand behind him. She ran a single finger down his spine. His body tensed, but he gave no other indication that he knew she was there.
She pulled off her top and tossed it into the hallway, followed by her skirt. Naked, she moved closer, pressing her br**sts against his back, and wrapped her hands around his body. She wasted no time getting right down to business. She took his c**k in both hands and stroked him, rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive head until he was rock hard. He had paused in his shaving routine while she’d been stroking him, but when she moved away and stepped into the shower, he continued drawing the razor over his skin. He rinsed his razor in the sink, tapped off the residue, and moved to the next section.
Why was he ignoring her now? Damn him for getting her all worked up and then playing it so cool. She could play it cool, too. She turned on the shower and wet her hair. By the time she’d finished washing it, she expected him to have joined her. With her arms suspended over her head, he had to be checking out her exposed body—the way her br**sts moved and the water followed her contours. So why was she still showering alone? She glanced outside the shower door and found him clean-shaven, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was watching her. His massive c**k stood at full attention in front of him, hard as granite, yet ignored. At least by him.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked.
“Do you want me to?”
He stepped into the shower with her. “I’m not sure. You haven’t jumped me yet.”
“Is that what you’re waiting for?”
“Maybe.”
She moved against him, pressing her br**sts into his chest, running her hands over his firm ass. “Maybe I was waiting for the same thing.”
“Seems we’ve reached a stalemate.”
“There’s nothing stale about our mating.”
Sed chuckled and pressed her up against the wall. He slid her back up the slick surface until she was at hip level. His c**k brushed against her thigh.
He shifted his hips, seeking entrance into her body. God, she couldn’t stand it. She’d waited far too long as it was. She reached between her thighs and directed him home. He slipped inside, possessing her completely with his glorious thickness. He let her slide down the wall a couple of inches to drive his huge c**k unbearably deep. Yes. Finally. She gasped in delight and rocked her hips slightly to take him deeper still. Oh Sed. Make that ache go away.
His hands shifted to her hips to hold her steady as he started to withdraw slowly from her body. He rubbed his open mouth against her throat and murmured three syllables against her throat that she couldn’t make out.