The Rocker Who Loves Me (The Rocker 4)

As soon as we walked through the front door, I was already tugging at his T-shirt. He made a growling noise and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. “I hope you aren’t too sore from last night and this morning because I really don’t think I can be gentle, beautiful.”

I grinned at him as he practically jogged through the apartment toward my room. “Good.”

As soon as the bedroom door was shut and locked behind us, he tossed me on the bed and jumped in beside me. The bed bounced, causing me to giggle. The giggles quickly died when his lips captured my own.

Even as he devoured me with his sensual lips, he was stripping me with his talented hands. Sneaky fingers tormented me, pinching my sensitive nipples and spreading the lips of my sex but not entering me. I didn’t have time to think, could barely comprehend what I was feeling before he made me feel something more mind blowing.

His hot mouth left mine and swallowed one of my tiny breasts, making me cry out in pure elation. Fingers found my throbbing clit, making me whimper for more. I could feel my sex flooding with proof of my arousal, dampening my thighs and his hand.

“Fuck, baby!” he exclaimed when he felt how ready I was for him. “You are drenched.” I watched as he licked his lips like a man dying of thirst. “I’m going to eat you until you beg me to stop.”

Shane’s mouth was on me before he even finished speaking. My body was his for the taking, my hips arching up to meet his seeking tongue. Strong fingers gripped my hips, holding me in place as he buried his face in between my wet folds. I lost control fast, my climax washing over me within less than a minute of his tongue working me over.

I was helpless to stop the small screams that escaped me as I fell apart, but he wasn’t finished with me. His tongue never stopped, only intensifying my orgasm, pleasuring me through the peak. As soon as I fell off the edge of the precipice, he was working me toward another one. My fingers fisted the covers, holding on as he pushed me harder and faster toward the abyss of pleasure that awaited me on the other side of a second climax in as many minutes.

I cried out his name when I fell again, the orgasm lasting longer this time. Still, he didn’t stop but added his fingers to the equation. Two thick fingers thrust into me as his mouth sucked on my clit. The growling noises he was making letting me know that he was enjoying the taste of me only made me wetter for him.

“Shane!” My voice was broken, hoarse from the screams that he had ripped from me with the two orgasms he had already given me. “I want you, Shane!”

“Not yet.” His voice was rough, raspier than I’d ever heard it. “I love the taste of your need for me. Want more of it, baby. Give me more!”

His words only made me come apart fast as he flattened his tongue against my clit and held it there as he finger fucked me. I came for the third time and he ate it all up. Finally, he lifted his head and I could see my desire damp on his face. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. Not with Shane, who had awoken all of this passion in me.

I watched as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His groan stirred something deep between my legs back to life again. “I hope you liked that, baby. Because I plan on doing it often.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t. Instead, I grabbed his arm and pulled him down on top of me. “I want you inside of me. Now.”

The way his eyes darkened only increased my need for him. “Whatever you want, beautiful.”

His clothes were gone in seconds, and he was finally on his knees in front of me, naked and aroused and beautifully male. I grasped his dick with both hands, loving how he felt against my fingers. Hot, hard, silky. Spreading my legs wider for him, I guided him to my entrance.

Balancing his weight on his wrists now, he paused as the head of his big cock entered me. “I’m yours, Harper. And you are mine.”

I blinked, unable to understand his words at first. “What?”

“I belong to you. Tell me you know that.”

My breath felt like it was trapped in my lungs all of a sudden. “Shane… I…”

“I love you, baby.”

Tears burnt my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” he asked softly.

“Because… Because…” I broke off, not completely sure why he shouldn’t say those words to me. “Because I want to believe you.”

A smile teased his lips. God, I loved it when he smiled. I felt like everything in the world was perfect when he smiled at me. “Believe it, beautiful. I love you.”

Heart pounding, I covered his mouth with my hand. “Prove it.”

He did. For hours he showed me by making love to me until I was sure I was going to expire from the sheer pleasure of it all.

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After an afternoon full of nothing but lovemaking, all I wanted to do was sleep until it was time to meet Dallas and Linc later that night. I was sure that Shane and I had more than celebrated my new job, but he had other plans.

“Get your sexy ass up!” he commanded, jumping out of bed with more energy than I would have thought possible after just spending hours proving that he was indeed a sex god.

I groaned and rolled over, hiding under the covers. “Sleepy.”

A firm slap to my bottom made me squeal. “Get up and shower or I’ll do it for you.”

When I didn’t bother to move, he lifted me, covers and all, and carried me into the bathroom. I struggled in his hold, laughing and kicking. “Shane! Put me down!”

Suddenly, I was on my feet in the shower and the covers were stripped away from me. His mischievous smile made me melt for him all over again. “Do I need to wash you too?”

I gave him a mock glare. “Tyrant.”

Laughing, he turned for the door. “Better get to washing, beautiful. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

Forty-five minutes later we were stepping out of the back of a town car and into one of the most extravagant restaurants in New York City. Luckily, I had dressed with this possibility in mind because I knew that Shane liked these types of places just as much as he liked little mom-and-pop eateries.

There was a line but when Shane approached the hostess and gave his name the woman told him his party had already arrived. I frowned up at him. “Are your friends joining us?” It didn’t bother me if they were, but I’d thought it was going to be just the two of us.

I saw something like uncertainty flash across his face for a moment. He turned to me and cupped my face tenderly in his big, callused hands. “I love you, Harper.”