Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“That’s physical, Rock. What about—”
He crushed his mouth to mine before I could finish my sentence. I opened instantly, giving him my tongue and then sucking on his. He tasted of the ride today, of the wild prairie, of the big Montana blue sky. Of wildflowers and leather. Of sunshine and cinnamon.
Of trust.
Silly, I knew. What did I know of trust? I’d been betrayed twice, and though I hadn’t physically betrayed my previous lovers, I had in my mind.
He consumed me with the kiss, and soon I couldn’t think at all. Only emotion bubbled through me.
Love, passion, desire.
Everything and nothing. All at once, from the pit of my belly to the tips of my fingers and toes. I knew nothing except this moment. This kiss.
This man.
He swept me into his arms, not breaking our kiss, and walked into the bedroom. There he finally broke the kiss with a loud smack.
“We’re sweaty and dirty from riding all day, but I can’t wait for a shower.” He pushed my leather jacket over my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. Then he met my gaze with his searing green eyes. “I burn for you, Lacey. I fucking burn for you. I was hard all day just from having you hold on to me as we rode. I’ve never burned this way for a woman before.”
I scraped my fingers across his stubbly cheek, letting my thumb fall over his full lower lip. He kissed it gently.
“Trust me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Trust me, Lacey.”
In that moment I’d have promised him anything, if he’d only kiss me again.
Instead, he stared at me, heating me, nearly melting my clothes away. Even the leather chaps I wore seemed to melt under his gaze.
“I never imagined I could feel the way I feel about you. You’ve awakened something in me, Lacey. Something I thought was dead forever.”
He pressed his lips to mine once more before I had a chance to consider his words.
Instead I melted into his kiss. His lips and tongue stayed occupied with my mouth while his hands deftly removed my leather chaps and riding boots. They plopped to the floor next to my jacket. My T-shirt and jeans went next, and soon I stood in only my bra and panties.
Scratch that.
Only my panties.
Rock made quick work of my bra.
He breathed in. “I smell you. Apples and roses. Nothing on earth smells as good as you do when you’re ripe.” He thrust one hand beneath my panties and through my slick folds. “So wet. So wet for me. Damn.”
I moved my hips in a slow rhythm against his fingers, moaning and closing my eyes. My hard nipples poked out, aching and yearning for Rock’s lips. As if he’d read my mind, he lowered his head and kissed one and then the other. One finger, and then two, slipped into my wet channel, and I rode him while he nibbled at my hard nipples.
“God, Rock. Oh my—”
A knock on the door startled me.
“Damn it.” Rock removed his fingers from my pussy. “Not fucking now!”
“Seems we lost the moment.” I attempted a smile. “You might as well see who it is. Meet me in the shower.”
49
Rock
My fingers were still slick with Lacey’s sweet cream. When the shower water whooshed, all I could think about was Lacey’s gorgeous wet body…and I had to answer the damned door.
“Yeah, what is—” I opened the door and dropped my mouth open.
My brother Roy stood on the other side of the door. “Hi, Rock.”
“What are you doing here, Roy?”
He stood silently for a couple seconds. Then, “May I come in?”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” I closed the door behind him.
“Sorry to bust up your weekend.”
“I’m not here alone, Roy.”
“I figured as much. I won’t keep you.”
“What do you mean you won’t keep me? You just flew two thousand miles, Roy. You obviously have something important to say or do here.”
“Yeah.” He looked down at his feet. “I’m just not sure how to begin.”
Yeah. I’d known he was hiding something. So much for that shower with Lacey. “Always best to begin at the beginning. Have a seat.” I motioned toward the couch. “Want a drink?”
“No thanks.”
“Do I need one?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
Okay. Whatever was bothering my brother, I was going to have to pull it out of him with pliers.
Roy and I had never been close. Hell, I wasn’t close to any of them, but Roy was by far the most of a stranger. I hadn’t had hardly any contact with either him or Riley since I’d left New York in the first place. I wasn’t even sure he had my Montana address, but he could have easily gotten it from Reid.
“Who’s here with you?” Roy asked.
“None of your damned business.” Who was I kidding? Lacey would walk out as soon as she was clean and dressed. I couldn’t hide it. “Lacey Ward.”