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journalist Lita Matthews is on the verge of making it big. As in
her-own-TV-show big. She just needs amazing inside scoop on the year’s hottest
celebrity wedding. Instead, her big break is becoming a big nightmare—all
thanks to rock star Rocky Cardano. Who apparently hasn’t gotten over what
happened between them four years ago…
Rocky
is pretty damn familiar with just how far Lita will go for a “scoop.” Hell,
their unbelievably hot hook-up in Mexico years ago was the story of a lifetime.
Rocky’s learned his lessons. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from the
story—even if he has to seduce her to the point of distraction! But Lita has
always had a way of getting under his skin. Only this time, he won’t be able to
just walk away…
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They were still
touching, from shoulders down to their thighs, bodies trading warmth in the
slight chill of the night next to the lake. She was close enough to kiss, close
enough for him to caress, and he bit back a groan when he recalled her curves.
She was smooth muscle, silky skin, lush breasts that filled his palms with
their delicious heavy weight. Rocky broke eye contact, taking the chicken-shit
way out for a moment.
He should move, get up
and walk around, but he wasn’t going to do it. The big, horny bastard who made
poor decisions was super-powered by tequila shots. That guy was like the Hulk,
except that poor schmo in the movie couldn’t fuck without losing control, and
when you were green with anger-management issues— that was a big problem. But
Lita loved it when he lost control, and he enjoyed it when she took everything
he had and begged for more.
The silence between
them wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t empty. The drumbeat of what they were both
contemplating was in time with the pounding of their hearts. His cock ached,
strained against the fly of his jeans; his mouth salivated with the desire to
taste her. Lita’s nipples were tight under the flimsy fabric of her tank top;
they rose and fell like she’d been running. He was waiting for some sign that
she was on board for them to both make a poor drunken decision.
“I’m really sorry about
Mexico…after Mexico,” Lita whispered as she looked up at him again, her breath
warm against his mouth. He licked his lips, disappointed that he couldn’t taste
her there.
“Let’s not talk about
it anymore.”
“Do you believe me?”
Rocky sighed slightly,
cataloging the hope in her eyes that maybe they could put this behind them. He
reached out a hand, allowing his fingers to trace the arc of her cheek, the
side of her neck, dipping into the hollow of her throat and coming to rest on
the curve of her breast.
The tension was strung
taut between them, but through it all, he realized that he owed her an answer
before this went any further.
“I’m just tired of
fighting about it.”
She closed her eyes
briefly, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or the effect of his
gentle stroke against her flesh.
“That’s not a great
answer,” Lita said, opening her eyes again.
She studied his face,
her eyes processing each assessment she made, every calculation of pros, cons,
and the absolutely insane. Rocky expected her to pull away, to end this detour
and frolic into madness. He needed her to do what he could not do. He wanted
her under him, around him. Wanted her in every way he’d had her those three
days in Mexico, wanted to refresh those living memories with warm flesh, wet
kisses, and pleasure. But he wouldn’t lie to get it.
“It’s the best I can
do,” he whispered.
“I know for a fact that
isn’t true.”
“You’re right,” he said
as he slid his other arm between them and around her waist. He tugged her
upward, and the movement put her eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth with him. This was
without a doubt the dumbest thing he’d ever done, drunk or sober, but it felt
incredible. He’d dreamed about this, woken achy and hard from his subconscious
fantasies that involved Lita, a hammock on the beach, and not a stitch of
clothing in sight. “You are so goddam beautiful.”
She inhaled quickly,
her breath catching before stuttering out. “You’re drunk.”
“Yep. Enough to tell
you what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
Her eyes told him she knew what his answer would be. Her expression dared him
to say it out loud.
He ran a thumb over her
lips, dipping in when she opened, a shiver racking him when her tongue swirled
around the digit. “I want you.”
Lita shifted, swinging
a leg over him until she straddled his waist. On instinct, he moved his hands,
cupping her ass and touching the sweet heaven of bare skin where her tiny skirt
had shifted up. She leaned over him, mouth within kissing distance, one hand
wrapped around his neck and the other around a long hank of his hair.
“You don't even like
me.”
“I’m good at
pretending.”
She smiled, her eyes
dark, smoky, tinged with mischief and softened by the tequila buzz. “For how
long?”
Rocky leaned closer, a
gentle brush against her lips catching her laughter and then stopping it
altogether with a deep, hot kiss. He sank into her mouth, using his tongue and
his lips to coax her first moan of pleasure. He pulled back, making sure she
saw how very serious he was.
“For as long as it takes to make you come.”About the Author
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