Rock Into Me (7 page)

Well, fuck. His cock throbbed, ready to explode. Her lips were slightly parted. Those wide green eyes didn’t look contemptuous, they looked downright appealing, even if she narrowed them like a seriously pissed-off cat.

He reached for her body, taking hold of her and pressing his mouth to her warm lips. He fully gave in to the need to press his erection into her belly and pulled her against him, biting down on her plump bottom lip as she molded to him. The feel of her tongue tracing his lips had him groaning sounds into her mouth. She pushed him back into the wall of the elevator, and he had no intention of fighting her persistent fingers on his zipper. The red “Stop” on the lift panel caught his eye, and he flipped the switch.

He pulled up her dress, running his fingers across her panties, surprised that she still had them on. He’d fucked her the last time by pushing them to the side. This time his patience had worn thin; he grabbed the flimsy material and in one swift tug he stripped them from her slender hips in a fast rip. Damn. The feel of her hand on his cock, tugging roughly, was about to take him to his knees. He swallowed hard.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I don’t have a condom on me.”

“So much for being prepared. No worries. I’m on the pill. I know where I’ve been. You, on the other hand, seem like an easy lay.”

“Didn’t you just join me in the back of my car after we’d known each other for an hour…give or take? And now, in an elevator. Sounds like the pot calling the kettle into question.”

“Hush. You’re talking way too much. Got a coin? We can toss. Heads or tails. Seems only fair.”

The breath just froze in his chest. Did she just suggest something erotic? He scrambled to pull out a quarter. “I take it you’d call tails?” he said.

“Either is good.”

“Then why are we tossing a coin?” he asked, bemused.

“Because some things should be left to chance, dickhead. Now, toss. I’ll catch.”

He tossed the coin upward and she snatched it in midair like a pro ball player. Alana slapped her palm over his hand and slowly lifted her fingers. He smiled down at her, saying, “Baby, I’m going to enjoy this so much.”

“We both are. What goes around… Who goes first?”

He stalled and stared at her, and then got her meaning. “Ladies first?”

“From your condition, I won’t hold you to being a gentleman. I’m just pulling your chain,” she murmured, and then she began to fondle his cock and balls, moving her hand in long strokes down his shaft, then back up again.

He jerked in her palm and gritted his teeth, moving with her rhythm on his aching erection. “I’m going to come any second, just from the way you touch me.”

“How about I suck on you, then?” She knelt in front of him, her hair having come undone from that knot she’d tied earlier. He pressed his fingers along her face, tracing the edge of her bottom lip with one thumb, and gripping his cock with his other hand. Alana opened her mouth, her warm breath cascading over his crown. He shuddered at the contact of her hot mouth on his cockhead. Closing his eyes at the spiky pleasure from the wet suction of her mouth, he uttered a slew of dirty words, pushing into her further as pinpoints of pleasure worked up his spine.

Jonathan gyrated his hips, moving out of her mouth, and then back over her tongue. The sensation became more astonishing with each pass of her lips. She was blowing his cock and his mind simultaneously, and he channeled his fingers through her silky hair, palming her head.

Her moans turned him on and he picked up the pace, rocking on the balls of his feet. “That’s it, baby. Hard, just like that. I’m going to come.”

She sucked him deeper in her mouth, curling her fingers around the base of his shaft and then her eyes fluttered and she gazed up into his face. In that moment, a force like an explosion had his balls tightening, and a hundred splintering electrical pulsations jetted up his spine. He blasted into her hot, wet mouth. His muffled voice expanded into a yell within the elevator from the force of his orgasm.

A shudder discharged from his core as he wrapped his fingers in her hair. It had been hours, no, only minutes, since they’d first met and she was creeping under his skin like a sensually addictive drug.

He reached down, lifting her, and caressed his hand over her face, tilting her chin. “You’re unbelievable.”

She smiled, shyly it seemed, and pressed her mouth over his, sliding her tongue in between his lips. She tasted erotically of him, while the kiss was staggering in its sweetness. He sucked her lips and tongue, and pushed her back against the wall, relishing the softness of her body.

“You owe me something,” she said against his lips.

“I thought you wanted to be alone. I can’t very well deliver on a promise while I’m sleeping in one bedroom and you in another.” She didn’t say anything and he pressed her. “One night. Tomorrow will go as planned. We’ll start our business contract at six a.m. sharp. We can’t undo what we’ve done. And honestly, I don’t want to. So why not give me the rest of tonight? I promise I won’t chase after you when I’m your producer or your promoter. Your schedule is already mapped out. Nothing will change. Evaluations. Voice lesson. Fittings.”

“Whoa, back up. Voice lessons? So it’s true. You don’t think I can sing? That was written all over your face as you sat in front of the stage tonight, and I was right.” She tried to back up but he held her against the wall.

“What are you saying? Alana, you’re way off base. Why would I want to work with you if I thought you lacked talent? That makes no sense. All this expense I bear because I believe you’ve got that elusive spark.”

“Then why tests and lessons? I’ve had my fair share. Nothing is going to change. I’m not going to change. That’s what this is…isn’t it? You think you can make me into something you can market. Sell me until there’s nothing left.”

“I disagree. Your voice is spectacular, but how you manage your talent isn’t. When you sing, you’re straining your voice. The way you struggle is unnecessary. Something like taking a Stradivarius and harshly plucking the strings. You’re trying way too hard to get your voice to do things it should want to do on its own accord.”

“I’ve taken years of lessons, and it wasn’t pleasant.”

He ran his hand down her belly, feeling her tense her stomach muscles under his fingertips. “I don’t know what type of lessons you’ve had, but you’ll get the best training on how to utilize these muscles to help you sing more efficiently instead of potentially damaging your vocal chords. I know it has to hurt your throat the way you modulate the notes.” He caught the widening of her eyes and the relaxing of her brow and abdominals. No wonder she had her claws ready to shred him to pieces all night. “You really believed I thought you stunk?”

She nodded. “Like Limburger cheese. Your expression was so distressed, almost mortified. The whole set I kept thinking I should stop and get off the stage. That was until I was too pissed to be hurt.”

“Don’t be hurt or upset. I’m not here to use you. I’m here to help you,” he whispered, bending his head to brush his mouth over her lips. “You sing like an angel.”

“Nice comeback.” She smiled up into his face, snaking her arms up and around his shoulders. “One night, Lansing. And then we work. Like you promised.”

“Agreed. Except, can you do me a favor?”

Alana exhaled, “Sure, as long as it’s not breaking a rule. Shoot.”

“Call me Jon, or Jonathan. I get the feeling I’m back on my school football team hearing you call me by my last name.”

She laughed in that sultry voice, the one that had brought chill bumps to his skin and made him turn up the radio in his car each time he heard her sing. “J for Jonathan. I like that name. What’s the ‘P’ for?”

“Peter, after my grandfather from Louth. You now know more about me than most people in Nashville.” He stretched his arm to flick the stop button in the elevator and turned back to Alana, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Is that where you were raised?” she asked.

“There, and New York. My father worked in marketing and we moved around. Often.” He’d not talked about his personal life to many people. Yet with Alana, this felt natural, comfortable. They’d have only one night, he reminded himself. “Ask anything, until I get you into that bedroom. And then the only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name.”

He buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent, and preparing to memorize every degree of her being. For this one night, she was his; he swore it would be enough.

Then, hearing her moan, he tossed aside his false certainty and prayed the few hours they had together would satisfy his sharp hunger for her.

The elevator doors opened for their side of the penthouse suites and he gently tugged her out into the foyer. He’d kept this side of the Hermitage just in case he’d found a client who needed coaxing. This woman really didn’t need a thing. Not from him, at least.

Well, he needed a great deal from her and, with only hours, there was no time to be shy. “Come here,” he said. “Some ground rules. I want you. For tonight. But I don’t want to hurt or scare you. Do you trust me?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she said, panting a little.

“Answer me. Do you trust me, Alana?”

She studied his face and he could see she was breathing rapidly. “I do. Yes. I trust you.”

“Tell me a word. Something you could say if you wanted me to stop. We’ve one night. I know we could get pretty extreme, so tell me a word that means,
no more
.”

“Are you talking about a safe word? I think we’ve all heard about
Fifty Shades
.”

“I’m not joking. It’s important, and this isn’t play-acting.”

Her gaze lifted as though she were looking upward, and then she smiled mischievously. “Falsetto.”

“As in the operatic term.”

“As in singing out of range.” She cocked her chin, and he closed the distance between them.

“If you were a man,” he said. “Baby, clearly we both know the truth. One-hundred percent woman rocks your soul.”

Alana stepped backward, a magnetic move drawing him closer. “You know my range is on the lower scale. You said I could pick.”

He raised his hands. “Fine. Falsetto. Say that one word and all things stop. No questions.”

“Won’t we be tired tomorrow?”

“I think you’re worth it. You’d have to decide about the worth for you.”

“As long as you don’t bend this rule tomorrow. Then absolutely, I want you between my legs, Jonathan.”

He pulled her along the entrance, over the marble floors, past the living room, and into the bedroom. “Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” She put her purse on the chair and unzipped one of her boots. “Are you going to get undressed?”

“I was too consumed with watching you.” He began to unbutton his shirt, his cock getting hard again as though he’d not gotten laid in a year. “Excuse me,” he said.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Not likely. Condom pit stop.”

“Oh, I see.” Stretching over her leg, she seductively unzipped her other boot, teasing him with a show of cleavage from the front of her dress.

Three syllables from her lips, and his pulse kicked up. “You sure you don’t want a drink or something?” he asked, forcing himself to walk toward the bathroom in lieu of picking her up from the chair and flinging her onto the bed.

“Tomorrow, some coffee. Nothing before bed.”

“I rarely come here, but the place is fully stocked. Make yourself at home.” He moved from the doorway and began opening and closing drawers and cabinets under the sink, looking for the box of condoms he’d arranged to be on hand for his clients. His staff had stocked the penthouse with every convenience imaginable. Impossible to believe the last client who’d stayed here had used them all.

Not a condom in sight. This would be the first time this problem existed. In this day and age, medical tests weren’t sexy and weren’t negotiable. He returned to the linen closet, considering all the things they could do that didn’t involve penetration. An expedition, if he lived to see tomorrow, would be similar to climbing Mount Everest. The urge to fuck Alana again bordered on jonesing.

Her sexy mouth would keep him satisfied, as he considered the possibilities of taking her to the edge. In that instant, he looked up and spotted the box of condoms. “Shit,” he swore, as if he’d found some lost relic.

Coming out of the bathroom, he faltered. The dress she’d been wearing floated to the floor and she stood up from the chair. Naked.

“You’re still wearing clothes,” she said, heading over to the bed.

“Not for long.” He flung the box onto the nightstand and ripped open his shirt, buttons flying out in front of him. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. Stepping free of them, he stripped off his boxers with his heartbeat hammering in his chest. Swiftly, he folded back the down comforter, and one last thing remained.

He tackled Alana to the mattress in what had to be a record in getting undressed and into bed. She laughed softly against his neck. Her sizzling mouth sucked at a point over his throat, her tongue teasing his skin, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her naked body. Pleasure consumed him, torched by his compulsion to get inside her.

“I want to see myself tightly fitted into your pussy. First, I owe you a little something and then, once I’ve paid my debt, I’m taking what’s mine.” He gazed at her breasts, beautiful and perfect. Languidly, he rubbed his hands over her body. He palmed her tits, squeezing each and thumbing her nipples.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Suck on my breasts,” she said.

Her body was a work of impeccable art. The curve of her hips and tits, the soft V-space between her legs, each valley was flanked by sensuous shadows. A mystery he would enjoy exploring for hours. Or days. His chest constricted, and he put aside the thought.

Jonathan latched onto one erect peak, sucking on her breast. Her nipple hardened against his tongue, and he switched breasts, closing his mouth over her other nipple. He squeezed her incredible tits, moving from peak to peak. Tickling the tip of her breast, he lightly scraped his teeth over her sensitive skin. She bucked against him and, with the breast secure in his mouth, he had to touch her, knowing it would ramp up his lust. One night—that’s what this was all about.