The Rocker Who Holds Her (The Rocker 5)

When she just remained silent, looking up at me dazed, I went on. “If you want those things, then I will get them for you. Tonight, tomorrow. Whenever you want them. But don’t get them unless you want them. Because I want you more now, standing there in that too big shirt and those cutoff jeans than I ever would in some dress or lingerie.”

“R-really?” Her voice was shaky and came out a little breathless.

I let my fingers dip into the waistband of her jeans, tracing the silky skin underneath. “Really. So what do you want, Em? Want me to take you shopping?”

“Yes …” I was transfixed as I watched the tip of her pink tongue skim over her bottom lip. “…but, tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I was a little disappointed. If she wanted to wait until tomorrow then tonight was off. I had wanted to romance her, show her that I would treat her the way she deserved. “So our date is off?”

When she shook her head I was relieved. “No, I want to skip dinner and fast forward to the kiss goodnight.” My dick jerked in my jeans the same time my heart jumped painfully in my chest. “And maybe see how talented you are at stripping me with those teeth of yours.”

Maybe it wasn’t what I had originally planned, but what better way to show her how much I wanted and cared about her than making love to her? I grinned down at her, feeling like I was a starving animal presented with a feast. “I think I can oblige the lady.”

I unsnapped her jeans before reaching for the hem of her shirt. She was still wearing the bikini top, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I stared down at her. The top barely contained the heavy contents of her beautiful tits as her chest rose and fell with each breath. I reached for the string at her neck that held the top up.

Goose bumps popped up on her skin as soon as my fingers brushed over her silky shoulder. Through the material of the bikini top, I watched as her nipples hardened. Carefully, I untied the knot and let the top fall. “So beautiful,” I murmured as I skimmed my fingers over her collarbone and down her chest to one hardened nipple.

She was darker there than I remembered, heavier. I cupped her, loving how she fit so perfectly in my hands. A shuddering breath escaped her. “Nik …”

“Shh.” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shampoo. “I’m going to make this so good for you, baby.”

I discovered she weighed close to nothing when I lifted her into my arms. Carefully, as tenderly as I could, I placed her in the middle of the bed and followed her down. Her big green eyes were dilated with desire, her breaths coming in little pants, and I hadn’t really touched her yet. Fuck, I had been just as blind as she was. Emmie was starving for me just as much as I was for her.

Unable to deny either of us a moment longer, I captured her lips. She tasted like everything I had dreamed. I wanted to kiss her for hours. Cool, trembling fingers fisted my hair, keeping me in place. My hands had a mind of their own as they caressed every part of her I could reach. Her skin was delicately soft, and I was scared of scratching her with my callused hands. But she liked my touch, arching into it as little gasps of pleasure escaped her.

I pulled back from our kiss enough to look down at her trembling body. “Fuck, you drive me wild.” I cupped her right breast, gently squeezing until she begged for more. Switching to the other, I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth.

Her cry was loud and drove my need higher. I sucked her harder. Emmie’s back arched off the bed, her fingers gripped my arms, nails sinking deep as she let me suckle her beautiful tits. “Ah!” she moaned, making my dick jerk. “Oh gods!”

With one last deep suck, I released her delicious flesh with a small pop and kissed down her belly. This close, I could see just the hint of a bump below her belly button. My heart stuttered for a second as the realization truly hit me that my child was growing inside of Emmie. I cupped her little bump and kissed it softly before moving lower.

The top snap was undone leaving the material spread open for me. I kissed the exposed skin, licking and nipping until I reached the top of her zipper. I glanced up at her as I took the zipper between my teeth. Our gazes locked as I lowered the little piece of metal. There was almost no green left in her eyes she was so turned on. I lifted onto my knees and tugged her jeans off before tossing them into the madness Emmie had made of the room with the rest of her clothes.

She was left only in a pair of black cotton panties. With her knees slightly bent and her legs spread, I could see they were damp with her arousal. My fingers shook as I touched the wetness on her left thigh. There had been hundreds of girls spread out before me just like this in the past, but I couldn’t remember any of them as I stared down at Emmie.

I lowered my head and kissed each thigh, licking away her arousal. I became an instant addict, her flavor my new drug of choice, as I skimmed my tongue over her damp panties. Her entire body jerked, and she whimpered my name as I lifted one edge so I could taste more of her. Her hips lifted, seeking a deeper kiss.

I latched onto the hem of her panties with my teeth and peeled the material down her thigh until her drenched pussy was completely exposed. I loved that she wasn’t completely bare, that even though she kept her beautiful pussy well groomed it still had a line of auburn curls. I combed my fingers through those curls and parted her outer lips with my thumbs to expose the hidden treasure inside.

Her clit bloomed for me it was so swollen with need. I brushed over the bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, causing a sob to escape Emmie as she twisted and shook with desire. With my hands on the insides of her thighs, I spread her wider as I sucked on her clit, kissing and tonguing it while she went crazy under me.

“Nik…” My name came out breathlessly. “I’m close… Ah! Nik, please. Nik… NIK!” She screamed my name as she exploded against my tongue. I thrust a finger into her, wanting to feel her clenching around me.

I gave her time to recover, wanting her completely sane when I became a part of her. I watched—loving her, needing her—as she drifted down from the release I had given her. A shy smile teased at her lips as she snuggled against me. “More.”

“Whatever you want,” I promised and reached to unsnap my jeans. Ten seconds was all I needed to undress before I was lying beside her once again. Her soft body felt amazing against my hard one.

I pulled her body against me, kissing her as I let my hands relearn every inch of her incredible body. Unconsciously, my hand kept going to her hip where the tattoo with my name was. If she was marked with my name, then I wanted to be marked with hers. A drive down to Miami was in order soon. I knew a great tattoo artist that could give me what I had in mind.