Rock Chick 01 (30 page)

“This morning was different.”

“Different, how?”

“I’m a guy,” he said as if that explained it
and it kind of did. I’d never known a man who didn’t wake up with
one thing on his mind, usually ready for that thing before his eyes
opened.

“Well, how it was for you this morning is how
it is for me
now,
” I told him, my hands going back to his
fly.

His hands went again to my wrists and he
pulled them behind my back.

“I thought you wanted to take this slow,” he
said.

I could swear I heard laughter in his
voice.

Bastard.

“How about this? You do it your way, I’ll do
it mine,” I suggested.

His eyes locked on mine.

“This should be interesting.”

“Damn straight,” I muttered.

I kissed him. I knew he liked the way I
kissed, he’d told me so and, so far, he hadn’t lied to me.

He responded immediately.

He let my wrists go and put his arms around
me.

My hands went back to his fly, but instead of
opening it, I slid my palm against it, feeling the length of him.
It felt nice,
real
nice.

His hands went to my waist, he flipped me on
my back on the couch and covered me with his body. I grabbed at his
shoulders to hold on and lost my previously won position.

He kissed me, topping it by his hand going to
cup my breast, his thumb sliding across my nipple, his finger
joining his thumb and he began a delicious roll using the satin of
my dress to deepen the friction.

Wow.

As in,
wow
.

I lifted a knee for leverage, his hips fell
between my legs, I wrapped the other leg around him, held on to his
shoulder with one hand, pushed my other elbow in the couch as I
braced my weight with my foot, bucked and rolled.

We fell off the couch, him with a grunt on
his back, me on top.

I lifted up before he could recover,
straddling him again. I bent over, arching my back, my mouth on his
chest, sliding my lips, scraping my teeth, across, down, my tongue
tracing the definition in the muscles of his abs. He tasted good,
his skin felt nice over hard muscle.

It was glorious.

My fingers pried another button loose at his
fly and my mouth went lower, my fingers working the next button
just below my waiting lips. I was looking forward to this.

All that time, his hands were under the
dress, holding my ass. As I moved down his body, they slid out and
up, forced my back and torso straight, then went under my arms and
yanked me up over him, then he flipped me.

Our legs and hips hit the coffee table, it
flew to the side, teetered and toppled, remotes, magazines and
phones flying everywhere.

His body on mine, he captured my wrists and
pulled them over my head and he looked at me.

“You really are in a hurry.”

“I said I was, didn’t I?”

His mouth brushed mine. “Relax.”

“
You
relax! Can you guarantee that the
buzzer isn’t gonna go on the door?”

“No.”

“Can you guarantee that your phone’s not
gonna ring, my phone’s not gonna ring, that the whole western part
of the United States isn’t gonna fall into the Pacific Ocean?”

I felt as well as heard him give a soft
laugh.

“No.”

“I’m sorry about your man, I really am. That
sucks and I’m not blaming you but
I
didn’t get
my
buzzer rung while
you
had
my
mouth between your legs.
Catch my drift?”

He nuzzled my neck, still not letting go of
my hands.

“I’m beginning to see your point.”

“Well?”

“We’re still gonna take it slow.”

I gave an impatient noise.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“What about what I want?”

His head came up and he looked at me again,
his eyes warm.

“You’ll get what you want.”

I glared at him thinking,
you bet your
sweet ass I will
.

He went back to nuzzling and I started
squirming. I couldn’t help it, his mouth on my neck felt good.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in a race for an
orgasm because this was Lee Nightingale or because I hadn’t had one
for awhile (which I hadn’t, at least not one that wasn’t
self-induced) but because I was seriously aroused and had been
nursing a slow burn for days.

Lee was good with his hands, with his mouth,
his body was so warm it was hot and it not only felt good because
of the warmth, but because it was hard and heavy. He was strong
which made me feel safe. Something else was hard and pressing
against my thigh and I knew what that something looked like and I
wanted it. First in my hand, then in
me
and if there was
time in between, there were other things I was considering doing
with it.

His hands slid down my arms and his mouth
went lower, he skimmed my breasts over the fabric with his lips,
then he came back up to kiss me.

My hand went to his ass, inside his jeans,
grasping it. When his lips broke from mine, my lips went to his
neck, using the tip of my tongue I explored his throat and jaw.

My hand moved from his ass around the side to
the front.

“Indy,” he said, part warning, part growl,
part laugh.

I didn’t bother with the buttons, my hand
dove in and while I kissed him, I found him. With what little room
I had between his jeans and his package, I wrapped my fingers
around him.

Finally.

“Yes,” I whispered against his lips as I
stroked downward.

“That’s it,” he said.

Lee jackknifed up and I lost my hold. He bent
over, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

“What?” I asked.

He bent over again, put an arm behind my
knees, one at my waist and lifted me.

“You want fast, we’ll go fast.”

“Yippee,” I said.

He was carrying me to the bedroom. “Did you
just say ‘yippee’?”

Oopsie. I didn’t realize I spoke aloud.

“It slipped out,” I told him.

“Well, this is one thing I’m gonna allow you
to cute your way into.” He dropped my legs when he reached the side
of the bed, released me and sat down to take off his boots but
looked up at me. “Don’t get used to it,” he warned.

Whatever,
I thought and bent to tug
the bows on the straps on my shoes. The tight straps immediately
came loose so I kicked the shoes off and straightened, pulled my
dress over my head and threw it aside.

I put a knee to the bed, started to crawl in
and two hands caught me, flipped me onto my back and in a flash, my
panties were pulled off my legs. Just like that,
poof
, I was
naked.

I hadn’t been paying attention, Lee’d been
watching me and I was guessing he liked what he saw. Lee also
hadn’t wasted any time getting himself naked. He came over me, his
eyes so melty-chocolate, they were glistening.

His hand went between my legs, I felt strong
fingers and they were magic.

“We don’t have to go
that
fast,” I
said but pressed against him.

“Too late.”

His fingers went away, his hands opened my
legs and his mouth went to where his fingers were. The choir had
already warmed up and within minutes, his talented mouth and tongue
sent me straight to the high note of the aria.

God, it was amazing.

Before I’d finished singing, he was up and
over me, sliding inside me and it felt so unbelievably good that
even though the first act was pretty spectacular, the second act
followed close on its heels and it rocked my world.

* * * * *

“I think I’m hungry,” I told him after.

“Again?” he asked. “By my count, you came
twice.”

Grr.

He
would
be counting.

I did come twice, well, maybe three times or
the second was just really long.

We were all tangled up so I detangled and I
slid away from him and searched under the pillow. I found that Judy
had not only cleaned but ironed the Night Stalker tee (who irons
t-shirts?) and I tugged it on.

“For food,” I turned and looked at him. “Do
you want food?”

“What did you make?”

“I was going to make steaks, green beans and
au gratin potatoes. I only finished the potatoes.”

His eyes softened when he heard the menu and
he said, “I could eat.”

I guess I scored a hit with the meal, even if
I hadn’t been able to cook it for him.

I padded into the kitchen and went straight
to the wine. I was struggling with the cork when he followed me in,
wearing only his jeans. He took the wine from me and effortlessly
uncorked it. I grabbed the glasses, set them on the counter and he
poured.

I slopped a mess of potatoes in a bowl and
nuked them. To satisfy my own hunger, I decided I would skip the
potatoes and go straight to the pie. I sipped my wine and watched
the microwave, feeling weird. We’d taken another step towards
togetherness, the best step by far, but it still freaked me
out.

“How was your day?” I asked, trying to cover
my discomfort.

Boy, that sounded lame.

“Progress is better on my other cases,” he
said behind my back.

The dinger went, I pulled the potatoes out,
set the hot bowl on a folded towel and handed it to him with a
fork. He leaned a hip on the counter and ate standing up.

I sucked down more wine and headed to the
fridge.

“I’ve decided to work the Rosie case again.
I’m gonna recruit Tex. He has good skills.”

By this, I meant he wasn’t scared of
anything, including breaking the law. Not to mention, he thought I
was a fun date.

I opened the fridge and slid out the pie.

Lee was watching me. “You didn’t say anything
about pie.”

“Chocolate cream.”

He stared at me, fork frozen halfway to his
mouth. Something was working behind his eyes. Whatever it was, he
processed it and I could tell it pleased him but he didn’t share it
with me. I let it slide, he’d tell me if he wanted me to know but
it didn’t take a brain surgeon to realize he liked the idea that I
made his favorite pie.

“Why are you goin’ after Rosie?” he
asked.

“Because he got me into this and I’m sick of
dead bodies and bullets flying. Everyone I love is scared for me
and Rosie’s the key. I’m gonna root him out, kick his ass and then
things will get back to normal.”

I walked to the other side of the kitchen,
slid the pie on the counter and grabbed a fork.

“What you mean is, you’re gonna get Tex to
kick his ass,” Lee said.

I considered cutting a piece but decided
against it. It was just Lee and me, no reason standing on ceremony.
I dipped my finger into the cream and turned to Lee.

“I could take Rosie. No problem.” Then I
stuck my finger in my mouth.

His eyes dropped to my mouth as I sucked my
finger. I cocked my head and grinned at him. He one-upped me by
gifting me with The Smile. The problem was, The Smile was not only
amped up with a good deal of warmth and intimacy, it was mega-watt
with the knowledge of the great sex that had gone before and the
promise of what was to come.

My legs got a little weak.

“Last time you saw Rosie, he was waving a gun
at you,” Lee pointed out.

“Tex has a gun.”

“Tex has a
shotgun
. Civilians with
guns are a little scary. Civilians with guns they don’t know how to
use are very scary. Toting around a shotgun is just nuts.”

I shrugged, jumped up, planted my ass on the
counter, crossed my legs and took another sip of wine. Then I
picked up the whole pie, took a moment to decide where to start and
decided to start with the best part. I grabbed the fork and I dug
straight into the middle.

After about four bites, I lifted my eyes to
Lee. He was holding his wine and watching me, his bowl in the
sink.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you upset about me bein’ late? You went
out of your way with dinner.”

“Nope,” I replied.

“You lie as easy as you breathe, be
honest.”

I stared at him.

“Why would I be upset? Do I seem upset? You
said you’d call when you were on your way home. I know you’re busy
and you have a lot on your plate. I planned dinner accordingly.
Nothing’s going to spoil. Jeez, Lee. I may fib every once in awhile
but only when it isn’t important. It’s just dinner, not missing a
Led Zeppelin reunion.”

He took a sip of wine and kept watching
me.

I scooped out a huge wodge of pie and turned
the fork toward him.

“Want some?”

His face changed and he set the wine
aside.

“Yeah,” he said, coming toward me.

Holy shit.

I was thinking he wasn’t talking about
pie.

I wasn’t wrong.

He took the fork and tossed it into the pie.
Then he took the pie and set it aside.

“I wasn’t done with that,” I said to him.

“You can go back to it later.”

He pressed open my legs. I hadn’t put any
panties on and I felt immediately exposed. He came between them,
sliding my ass across the counter and the feeling went away as I
felt his warmth against me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I
knew exactly what he was doing.

“Dessert,” he said and he kissed me.

He tasted like wine, I was sure I tasted like
pie.

I wasn’t lying, I wanted more pie but after
he started kissing me, I didn’t miss it much.

One of his hands was steady at my hip, the
other hand was working between us, he was undoing his fly.

“Brace your hands on the counter edge,” he
told me.

“What?”

In answer, he jerked me forward, tipping my
hips. I grabbed the edge of the counter quickly and all of a
sudden, he slid inside me.

Now, I’m no prude and I’m no saint but I
can’t say I’d had an adventurous sex life. At least, I’d never had
sex on a kitchen counter.