The Rocker That Needs Me (The Rocker...) (14 page)

Dark brows rose over blue-gray eyes. “Maybe if you told me why you’re mad I can do something about it. I don’t want to start our night off by fighting, Angel.”

My entire body felt a jolt. I sucked in a deep breath. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being called
Angel
until right this instant. It felt good, so fucking good! “I don’t want to fight either,” I assured him when I could finally speak without crying. “Let’s forget all about it and start over.”

“That sounds good to me… After you tell me what’s wrong.” He reached for my hand and grasped it. Turning it over, he traced his fingers over my palm.

Oh. Fuck. ME! He needed to stop that or I wasn’t going to have any resolve left tonight.

“I…”

“You..?” He smiled as if he knew what his touch was doing to me. Ah, hell! Drake’s smile lit him up from the inside out.

“I hate that you asked me here!” I burst out while I still had the brain cells to do so. “You know that I loathe places like this. How many times have we sat and laughed at the ostentatious people who come to these places? I was looking forward to a night catching up with you, just being with you! Instead, we’re here and it’s like a stab in the heart.” I bit my lip, looking away. “I’m crazy, I know. And a huge bitch. I should be thrilled that you wanted to bring me here. But I’m not. I’m fucking miserable!”

Drake was quiet. His fingers had stopped their pattern tracing on my palm. Slowly, I raised my head. The look in his eyes made my breath catch. He was eating me up with his gaze, and I didn’t know what to do! He has never looked at me like that…Okay, once. He looked at me like that once, but that didn’t count…

“I wanted to make tonight special. Show you how special you are to me. I thought that bringing you here would help do that. It’s supposed to be one of the most romantic restaurants in the city.” He released my hand and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Tossing a few big bills on the table he stood, and grasping my hand once more, pulled me toward the door.

I was speechless as he pushed open the door and pulled me out onto the street. Minutes later, we were in a taxi heading toward his apartment. I didn’t say anything, and he was busy on his cell ordering Chinese. Then he was talking to Shane. “I don’t care where you go. Just don’t fucking be there when we get home.”

A happy grin teased at my lips and I sat back. I wasn’t spoiled. Nope, not even a little!

“What’s that smile for?” Drake murmured as he put his phone back in his pocket.

I shrugged. “Sorry. I was just thinking I am a spoiled bitch.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you really are.”

Drake

What was I thinking?

I had wanted to show Lana that I had changed. That this time, things were going to be different. I didn’t want to be just friends. I wanted it all! A romantic restaurant had been my big idea to show her that. I should have known that Lana wouldn’t like it.

I was surprised that she didn’t laugh in my face. I knew that she hated those kinds of places. All I had ended up doing was hurting her. I was such an idiot.

Now, as we sat on the floor in the living room, the television on some mindless movie that I was sure I had watched with her before, I felt at peace. How had I lived without her for so long? How could I live without her now?

She was laughing at something that was happening on the movie, eating beef broccoli with her chopsticks. Her hair fell over her shoulders and her dress was riding up her thighs, showing me her slightly golden legs. She was relaxed, enjoying our time together. It was almost like old times…

But this time I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers. She loved me once…Did she still? I was too much of a coward to ask. Dropping my chopsticks into my carton of noodles and chicken, I set them aside and turned to face her. “Lana…”

“Hmm?” she murmured without looking at me.

“I’ve missed you,” I confessed.

She pushed her food away and turned so she faced me. “I have missed you too, Drake.”

I cupped her face in my hands. “I…Rehab was bad. I nearly gave up a few times.” More than a few times, but there was only one thing that kept me going…“All I could think about was you. When I wanted to give up I would reach for my sketch pad and start drawing. Only when you were staring back at me did the need to give up ease.”

She swallowed hard. “I’m glad you kept going. When Shane told me you checked yourself in, I was so proud of you. That you’re still going strong…”

“It gets hard.” Fuck, did it get hard! I had nights when I literally shook with the need for a drink. Those nights felt like they lasted for days instead of hours. I had learned that those were the nights I needed a meeting. I needed to talk through my urge. Shane had helped me, going to the meetings, showing support when I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

“You’ve come a long way, babe.” She smiled. “I’m happy for you.”

“Can you forgive me, Angel?” I needed to know. If she couldn’t then there was no hope for our future, but if by some miracle she could... “Can you forgive me for what I did?”

Lana leaned forward, her hands covering mine. “I forgave you a long time ago, Drake. Maybe even as soon as it happened.” Her smile was sad. “I loved you. I would have forgiven you for anything.”

Loved? I hated the past tense of that word. I was determined to make her love me again. Fuck, it hadn’t been hard to make her fall in love with me the first time. If I actually worked at it this time…

My fingers shook as I pulled her closer. She came willingly and I took hope from that. Lana climbed onto my lap, and I just buried my face in her neck. Holding her like this was pure heaven, but the scent of her was driving me crazy. My lips developed a will of their own, and I kissed a trail from just under her ear to her collar bone.

A small whimper escaped her and her fingers clutched at my hair. “Drake…What are you doing?” She breathed.

I smiled against the pulse throbbing at the base of her throat. “Showing you how much I have missed you, Angel… Should I stop?”

“No…Yes… NO!” She tugged on my hair until my head was tilted back far enough for our eyes to meet. “Don’t stop, Drake,” she whispered before her lips covered my own.

The first taste of Lana on my tongue was mind blowing. I don’t think I have ever tasted anything so sweet. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring her further. She sighed with delight and sucked my tongue deeper.

I was unable to keep my hands still. My left wrapped itself in her hair, holding her head at the angle I wanted. The other skimmed down her bare arm, across her hip, and between her silken thighs. Her skin was so soft, so perfect. Without actually realizing that I was doing it, my fingers traced the edge of her panties.

She pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Wait.” Her breathing was labored. “I… Just wait.” She pushed her hair away from her face. “I need to think.”

My fingers were still playing with her panties. “I’ve waited a lifetime,” I told her as her heat scalded my fingertips. “But if you want to go slower I will.” I wasn’t going to rush this. If she needed more time before I made love to her, then I would give it to her.

Lana

His kiss was drugging.

I probably shouldn’t have let him kiss me in the first place, but once those sinful lips touched mine, I was gone. Who was I kidding anyway? I knew what I had wanted the instant he had pulled me out of that stupid restaurant. All through dinner I kept feeling his eyes on me and knew—even if it was mostly unconsciously—that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

When I felt his fingers playing close to a place that had only ever been touched by one man, I got scared. Not because I was unsure if I was ready, or if this was what I wanted because if—no, when!—I made love with Drake, he would know that I had lied to him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmured, watching me closely.

I shook my head. “No… Just slow down.” I swallowed my nervousness and lowered my head to his again. His lips were damp from our first kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, delighting in his taste.

His hand released my hair and cupped my breast. My nipples hardened to the point of pain, my breasts swelling. Between my legs, his fingers continued to explore the edge of my panties. Just as his middle finger ventured underneath I decided that I would deal with the consequences of my lie later. For now, I needed Drake far too much to care about anything else.

I shifted, opening my legs more so he had full access to my pussy. He groaned as he pulled my underwear to the side and skimmed his fingers down the outer lips. I was wet, almost drenched with my liquid desire for this man. “God! Angel, your heat almost hurts…”

I buried my face in his chest, unable to contain my pleasure filled cries as he pushed down on my throbbing clit. My fingers twisted in his shirt, holding on tight as he took me higher with ease. My body began to shake as my climax rushed up on me.

“Drake!” I cried as he pinched my clit and tugged.

Just as I neared the edge he stopped. My head shot up, unable to comprehend why he had stopped right when I was about to come. “Wh..?”

“Shhh.” He brushed a kiss over my lips and reached for the hem of my dress. “I need to see all of you.”

With shaking fingers I helped him. My dress was tossed over the couch, and I worked on the clasp to my bra while he tugged my panties down my thighs. His eyes were on fire as he looked down at me. Shaking fingers traced across my tattoo along my panty line. The words were written in beautiful cursive script and read:
Love Me Without Regret
.

“So fucking beautiful!” He growled.

Strong hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me until my back hit the cushions of the couch. Drake moved until he was on his knees between my spread legs. His eyes lingered on my pussy, seemingly entranced by it. I was still hanging on the edge, needing to come so badly I was shaking from it. While he continued to look down at me, I skimmed my fingers down until I touched my soaked lips.

“Oh, fuck!” he muttered as he watched me touch myself. “Dip them inside, Angel,” he commanded in a voice so rough with desire it was almost demonic.

I thrust two fingers deep inside with ease, moaning at how good it felt. I was close, my inner muscles clutching at my fingers as I neared the end. With a growl, Drake pulled my hand away and sucked my fingers into his mouth. I watched in a desire filled daze as he sucked my arousal from my fingers.

Then his mouth was on my clit, making me scream with pleasure as he sucked it hard. I tossed my head back against the couch, shuddering as I tried to hold back. My fingers tangled in his hair as I lifted my hips and ground against his tongue. His hands cupped my breasts, holding onto me as I drove toward my orgasm.

“Fuck!” He groaned, tonguing me deeper. “You have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted,” he muttered. “Come for me, Lana. Come for me, my angel.”

I was right on the edge, so close and yet unable to go any further. I wanted this so badly, but I needed more. “Please, Drake,” I cried. “Please!” I wasn’t even sure what I was pleading with him for. If I knew what it was that I needed to make me fall over the edge, I would be doing it right now…

Two fingers thrust into me deep, stretching me. Sharp teeth bit into my swollen clit, and I screamed as I shattered into a million pieces. Drake lifted his head, and I met his gaze, letting him see my expression as I continued to convulse around his fingers as they thrust in and out of me.

When I lay there spent from the force of my orgasm, he climbed onto the couch with me and pulled me close. I could feel his erection pulsing against my thigh but was unable to do more than snuggle deeper against him for the moment.

“Rest, Angel,” he whispered, kissing my temple.

I closed my eyes, fighting a yawn. He felt so warm, so safe. I gave up the fight and drifted off…

Drake

Watching Lana sleep was one of my favorite things to do. She was asleep because I had given her such a powerful orgasm, and that made me both smug and content.

I took her all in, every breathtaking bare inch of her. Her skin tone was a little darker than my own from her summer tan, making a mesmerizing contrast to my own lighter complexion. Her high breasts rose with each small inhale that she took. Her stomach muscles seemed to quiver with each exhale. I wanted to trace the dip that led to her belly button but didn’t want to chance waking her. Lower her ink stood out against her honey kissed skin. The tat was done in curvy script and the words almost mocked me as I read them.

Love Me Without Regret

I did. I loved her and I didn’t regret it. I never would!

For an hour, I just sat there on the couch watching her as she lay pressed against me. But then my erection became painful, and I shifted, trying to ease some of the pressure building in my balls. My movement woke her. Whiskey colored eyes opened, and I lost myself in their rich depths. Slender fingers cupped my jaw, tracing across the stubble.

“Am I dreaming?” she murmured.

I grinned. “If you are, then I hope you never wake up.”

She bit her lip. “Drake, I’m naked.” I nodded. Yes, she was gloriously naked, and I was feasting my eyes on every inch of her nakedness. “But you still have all your clothes on… Something’s wrong with that picture, babe.”

Laughing, I shifted until she was under me and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Then let’s fix it.” I got half way down before I gave up and tore the shirt off instead. Buttons went flying and Lana giggled. I dropped a kiss on her lips, loving the sound of her bell like giggles. “Unbuckle my belt,” I commanded when I sat back on my knees.

Her fingers skimmed across my fly, and I nearly blew apart at the innocent touch. With trembling hands, she undid my belt and then the top button on my pants. My erection was so stiff it pushed the zipper down before she could reach for it. As her gaze fell on my dick, I watched her eyes darken.

“Do you like it?” I questioned as her fingers brushed over the tip.

“It’s breathtaking,” she whispered. “Will you let me suck it?”

I groaned as her question made my mind fill with all kinds of images. “I want you to, but I don’t think I will last if you do.” I stood and pulled the rest of my clothes off.

Standing there naked before Lana, I felt as it were my first time. Maybe because this was the first time with someone that mattered. Or maybe it was because this was the very first time I would be making love instead of just fucking some random girl.

Lana moved so fast I didn’t have time to think as her hands grasped my cock. I saw her head move but was too dazed to realize what she was doing until her mouth slid down my length. My knees nearly buckled from the sheer pleasure of her sinfully hot mouth taking me in. She gagged as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she worked me until she was able to set a rhythm so she could breathe through her nose.

“Angel!” My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place as I thrust deep into her mouth. Her mouth stretched around me, and her eyes glazed as she tried to take me deeper with each thrust I gave her. She raised her eyes, capturing my gaze and I was lost. Having her watch me with those whiskey eyes of hers while she sucked my dick deep down her throat was too much for me.

“Fuck! Angel, I’m coming.”

Her eyes never left mine as the first hot stream hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking, taking all of me. She swallowed most of it, but some spilled from the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin. I had never seen anything so mind-blowingly sexy in my fucking life as my come spilling from Lana’s mouth like that.

As the last drop left me, I pulled free and fell to my knees, unable to support my own weight a moment more. Lana’s arms wrapped around my neck and I buried my face in her bare chest as my body shook from the force of my release.