The Revolution (7 page)

I don’t need to think twice, I’m sure. “Yes. Are you?”

“More than sure.”

He picks me up and I scream as he tosses me over his shoulder. He’s about to toss me onto the bed, but he stops and holds me there. I’m squirming and squealing, but then I stop and hang upside down laughing. “Are you going to put me down?”

His hand runs over my ass. “I’m liking the view from this angle.”

I slap his ass as hard as I can. “Wait until you see it naked—”

I’m tossed to the mattress in one quick motion and he falls with me, landing over me, and looking down. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

The lamp on the nightstand is on, and something about what I’m sharing with Kaz makes me want to leave it on, to see everything, to watch him as he fucks me. With my eyes locked on his, I whisper, “Then don’t.”

He falls to the side. In a frenzy of flying clothes, we undress ourselves. Within seconds we’re naked and back in our original position. Our breathing is fast, our hearts beating harder, and our desire mutual by the way his expression is reflecting how I feel. “Scoot up,” he says. His voice is huskier than before, lust occupying some of the deeper notes.

I move until my head is on the pillow and knees bent with my feet on the mattress. He comes closer, tapping his fingers on the underside of my thigh. “Do you have condoms?”

“Yes. Nightstand.”

He reaches over and pulls a few foil packets out and rips one off. I watch as he rolls it down his cock—smooth and long, thick, and if I wasn’t so turned on, I might be worried by the size. He continues to fit the stereotype of rock stars quite well. My bottom lip is pressed between my teeth as I gaze down. He peeks up and smirks. “You ready for me?”

The question seems more loaded than the simplicity of the physical connection and I start to wonder if an emotional connection is possible between two people who share an intense attraction. Mark wounded more than my pride. He made me doubt if a deeper bond between two people is even possible.

Kaz moves to his knees and touches my chin. “Hey, you here with me?”

I push all else aside and focus on the feeling tightening in my belly when I look at him. “I’m here with you.” And I am. I feel wanted. Desired.
His.
And I realize I need this. I need this attention, even if it’s only for one night.

His hands spread my legs apart enough for him to settle between them. His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he looks at my breasts. He kisses each and then reaches up for my mouth and kisses the corners. His breath is hot, his body heated like mine. We’re infernos. Our bodies become combustible together as the sparks fly between us. We tried for gentle, but quickly work our way into shameless and wanton. I move beneath him, my body reaching its own desired accord. I want to feel him, all of him. I want his cock pressed between my legs, deep inside. I want to come and then I want him to fuck me until I come again.
God, what is this man doing to me?

Kaz Fabian makes shameless feel refined. His body presses between my legs as calloused fingertips slide down the curve of my breast, dipping in at my waistline and out over my hips. Pulling back, he looks down between us. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Two fingers slide into my most intimate of places, making me want him even more. Heaving beneath him, I plead, “Kaz, don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m appreciating.”

As if all the other stuff wasn’t enough, for that alone I’d kiss him again, and I do. His fingers rub and splay until I’m weak to him. I’m so close. His touch… the intensity in his expression… It’s all for me.
For my pleasure.
My body starts throbbing inside, my mouth falling open, and a moan escapes as long-sought-after waves rolls through me. “Oh God.”

I want to thank him, thank him for putting me first and making me feel so much that I’ve become grateful for an orgasm like it’s a present from the gods. Instead, I try to show him how appreciative I am. I push lightly on his chest until he rolls to his back, and I say, “I want on top.”

“You can have me however you want me, babe.”

I straddle and position him, his cock so hard just for me. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip before leaning down and sliding it over his. He cups my breasts, kneading them while admiring them. This is it. There’s no going back and I don’t want to. I’m feeling something real for the first time in forever and I need more. Sliding down his length, I go slow, enjoying the fullness as he fills and stretches me, making me realize how empty I’ve been until now. His eyes close and he mutters, “You feel amazing.”
And so does he. So amazing.

Rocking back and forth a few times, I start slow, not wanting my body to tear like my soul has been torn. We start moving together, his hands sliding down my back and grabbing hold of my hips. My head drops back as our passion picks up. A moan and then another escapes as each breath is thrust out. I move my hips while holding his thighs. “You feel so good,” I say between jagged breaths. He starts to move faster and I drop my hands forward on his chest, using his body as leverage as I join his rhythm, rocking hard on top of him. My eyes meet his and this time with my hair hanging all around me, the tips touching his chest, I smile. “You really do feel amazing, Kaz.”

He bites his bottom lip and sits up quickly, his hands going around to my back. “C’mere,” he says, and my lips meet his. Our tongues entwine as our bodies gyrate together.

Rolling us over, he licks my neck before sucking. I don’t think there will be a mark, but I start wishing there was so I’d have something tangible tomorrow to hold on to. I moan loudly as he thrusts harder and harder. “Fuck!” he exclaims loud enough for me to know he’s close.

I start moving, exhilaration blooming throughout my body. Holding on to his strong arms, I open my eyes and see the beauty in the pleasurable pain he’s experiencing. I’m right there.

Right. There. With. Him.

He drops down on top of me and bites my shoulder, this time leaving a mark as he comes. It hurts too good to stop him and it’ll be something I’ll savor in the daylight, a memory that remains from tonight.

IT’S JUST PAST
four in the morning. Kaz fell asleep less than an hour ago, but he’s already sleeping soundly, his breaths regulated and deep, his face handsome and at peace with the world. My heart feels full as much as my body feels worn out in the
best
of ways.

I’m not experienced in one-night stands. The only other one I’ve done ended up in a long-term relationship I ended yesterday. So I need to contain the emotions that blanket my heart in something that feels like more than a friendly fast fuck.

I don’t even know what he thinks of me, especially now after I slept with him so quickly. Am I now categorized as an easy fuck or a groupie? Mark thought I was easy when I had been sincere in my interest in the beginning.

Strings weren’t discussed but it was clear neither of us wanted any attachment. But talking about it and preventing it are two different things when the heart is involved. I’m sure I’m another number on his bedpost, but tonight I’ll snuggle into his side and enjoy the time we do have together.

Tomorrow I won’t pressure him or make it awkward. I’ll let him figure out what he wants and I’ll move on either way.
Even though it was so good. Even though he said I felt amazing.

I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen. I created a life that most would call lavish. I call it earned. I break hearts before they break mine. So I’ll lie here against the warmth of his body and enjoy this night whether it leads to more or leads to another lesson learned.

THE SUNLIGHT MAKES
its way across the room until it hits my face, then stops and decides to stay there until I can’t deny it’s morning. The inside of my eyelids are red from the brightness and I silently grumble. When I reluctantly open them, I look down and see two well-defined arms cocooning me. The heat from Kaz’s body warms my backside, and his large endowment is pressed against my ass. This is more than spooning. He’s holding me like he never wants to let me go. I relish the comfort.

“Let’s stay in bed all day.” His voice is deep, rough from sleep, his hold tightening even more. He drags the bridge of his nose along my neck, then kisses me. “You smell good.”

“I probably smell like sweat from the concert, beer, and sex.”

With a soft chuckle against my neck, he says, “Like I said, you smell good.”

I laugh softly, closing my eyes again and enjoying his arms around me. I wake up two hours later. I open my eyes and see him beside me. The blinds are closed this time, I assume by Kaz, and he’s asleep next to me. I watch how he sleeps, how he breathes, each breath powerful in the rise of his chest. I wonder if he always sleeps this well or if last night wore him out because of the show. Performing like they do must be exhausting.

He stirs, rolling toward me, and slowly opens his eyes. “Good morning.”

“Good afternoon,” I whisper.

“I’m working on evening with you.”

I giggle and reach over to stroke his cheek, dragging my nails lightly down his neck. I like the feel of his scruff. Mark is always super clean-shaven. I shouldn’t compare, but I always was a little weak to a bad boy. I smile, thinking about how special he’s made me feel. Kaz may not be that bad of a boy. He matches the image, but has a heart of gold. If I’m not careful like Rochelle keeps warning, I just might fall a little in love with the man. It would be so easy to do. “Any plans today?” I ask to distract myself before my heartfelt thoughts get away from me.

Taking my hand in his, he kisses my fingers one by one, and replies, “I have lots of plans. All of them include you, this bed, maybe a little nourishment, this bed, and you.”

“Do you treat all your one-nighters this well?” I look down, his attention making me blush.

His fingers gently pinch my chin and he lifts it until my gaze meets his. “Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know what to think.”

His hand dips under the covers and finds my hip. “Look, Lara, I know you had a boyfriend. I’ve asked around. We’ve been flirting and whatever, but I knew you were in a relationship. Last night you said you weren’t taken, and I’d apologize for taking advantage of a recent breakup, but I’m not sorry. With that said, I’ve still been expecting your boyfriend to barge in here all night long and well into this morning. It’s the afternoon and he isn’t around, you’re not calling him, and I’m still naked in bed with you. I’m not sure what’s going on and I’m not that eager to leave, but if you want me to, I will, but know it’s because you asked me, not because I want to.”

“Why are you so nice? Don’t you have a rep to uphold?”

He shakes his head. “No, no rep. Just me. You get what you see.”

“I like what I see.”

“I like you more and have for a while.”

Annnnd
I die a slow swooning death. His honesty affects me. How does he confess his true feelings so easily? “I don’t know what to say to that.”

He turns onto his stomach and buries his face into the pillow. When he peeks over at me, he says, “You don’t have to say anything.”
God, the man is cute.

“I told you last night that I don’t have a boyfriend. We broke up.”

“I heard otherwise, so I wasn’t sure.”

“If you weren’t sure, why’d you sleep with me?”

“Like I said, I’ve liked you for a while.” He sits up and leans forward. With his eyes on me, he runs his fingers over the open palm of my hand.