Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (16 page)

In a swift move, my mouth catches hers
before she
can
drag
her
lips
down again. It’s the softest of kisses
,
and I enjoy every damn minute of it. Her lips are plush, like my favorite kind
of pillow. Conforming to my every direction. Sinking and lifting. Warming at
every contact. Like everything else about Lyric, her lips are perfect.

I’ve never had to restrain myself before.
When I want a woman, I take her. Holding back for Lyric is making me crazy in
so many ways.

Our breaths collide before I press down
on her lips again, showing her just how much my mouth needs hers. My tongue
finds its entrance and dips into
the
warmth,
earning a moan from her. Lyric’s grip tightens on my waist before
she
slid
es
her
hands over my ass and squeez
es
.

I growl and push my length
against
her stomach, making her gasp. “No sex,” I
say
again because she’s either forgotten or trying
to kill me with all the touching.

She lets out a giggle, slipping her
index
finger under the fabric of my underwear and
slid
ing
it around until she’s touching
the
nest of hair at my
groin
.
My heart pounds at the thought of her hands on me. “Fuck, Lyric,” I moan as her
hand travels lower. I want her so bad. She can’t keep touching me like this.

And then she wraps her small hands around
my engorged dick and squeezes.

I gasp, my vision blurs, my heart beats
double-time, and then it’s game over.

My teeth tug at her bottom lip before I
remove her tank top. I hate that she ha
s
to
remove her hands from my cock, but we’ll get back to that. Right now, I need
her tits in my mouth. Her breasts are so fucking spectacular. I sigh before
taking a mouthful and swirling my tongue until she lets out a scream. My free
hand keeps busy
,
too, working its way down to
her underwear and slipping a finger over the fabric covering her clit. I circle
my finger as I suck and nip at her nipples, swirling my tongue and flicking
until she gives me more of those tiny noises I love to hear.

I almost explode the moment she pushes
against my chest, climbs on top of me, and slips my briefs down enough to
release my erection. “Wait here,” she pants as she rolls over and removes her
underwear. Just as quickly, she’s on top of me again
and
plan
ts
her mouth on mine with a
groan. I’m speechless
when
she removes her
mouth for a moment and reaches down
to
plung
e
her
finger
s
into herself before spreading
the
wetness around her entire pussy. When she’s satisfied,
she pushes my throbbing dick against my stomach and begins to move her wet heat
against it as her hand strokes the underside.

What
the fuck?
I’m going to
lose it. She’s not pushing me into her. Instead, she’s using the length of my
dick as her riding stick, fucking me with the folds of her sex while jacking me
off. This is new. And while she’s getting us both off, I get to watch her face.
Her eyes are closed,
but
her
mouth is open
and
releasing little pants of air with each movement. Her voluptuous breasts bounce
gracefully above me. And her tiny waist moves with controlled, skillful
movements that roll her sexy hips against me.
Damn.

I reach around, wanting to help her
somehow, not that she needs any help. Her need for a release has overcome her.
It’s sexy as hell, especially since it looks like she’s about to come any
second. My
hands
land on her ass
,
and
I
press
my finger
against the tender spot, giving it just
enough pressure to make her scream loudly when she starts coming all over my
dick. With a quick move, I’m replacing her weakened hold on my cock and stroking
myself, releasing my own come while watching her clit throb and her body shudder
above me.

“Holy shit,” she pants.

Holy
shit is right.

I pull her down so her body is flush
against mine, not even caring that our liquids are all over us. I take her
mouth and kiss the hell out of her. When I pull away, I chuckle. “That was the
best fucking non-sex I’ve ever had.”

She laughs and rolls off me
, still trying
to catch her breath. Not long after
,
we pass out in each other’s arms.

Lyric

No regrets. Not
a
single one. As I
awaken
from an awesome dream
having everything to do with Wolf and his magical mouth, I’m distinctly aware
of the warm wetness between my legs. I gasp when I feel the sucking between my
thighs. I’m already close to the edge
,
and I’m
not even fully awake yet.

After he’s sucked me dry in my orgasmic
oasis, he lifts up so his body is covering mine and kisses me passionately.
“Good morning.” Wolf’s voice is hot as sin in the morning. His shaft is stiff
between my legs. He rocks into me, as if begging for permission to enter, but
hold
s
back to keep his promise.

“Good morning back
.
” I smile as he buries his mouth in my neck and groans. “You’re
extra awake this morning,” I tease.

“I can’t believe I slept knowing you were
naked beside me. I’ve never done that. Ever.”

“Slept with someone without having sex?”

He nods into my hair. “Uh
-
huh
.
”
H
e rocks his hips again until his tip finds my
entrance. We freeze and stare at each other.

Why the no sex rule, I’m not sure, but it
was fun as hell trying to obey. I think we managed like two sexually frustrated
champions. Now, I’m not sure I’ll have the strength to tell him no.

“
Lyric
.
. .
”

“No sex was your rule. Why?”

He sighs. “Because I wanted to prove to
you that it’s more than sex. It is, but I
'm
also more attracted to you than
to
anyone.
Ever. Seriously, Lyric. It was like you were born to be mine.” I gasp at his
words and watch as he realizes what he just said. “I just mean you’re perfect.
If I had to dream up my perfect woman
,
it
would be you in every way. Mind. Body. Soul. I’m so into you it’s insane.”

Again, I smile and brush my lips against
his. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He groans again. “I want to so fucking
bad. I can’t believe I’m saying this. Let’s do this right. As much as I want to
bury myself in you for the unforeseeable future, you deserve more than this.
Our first time should be memorable. It shouldn’t be morning sex, and it
definitely shouldn’t happen before I take you out on a proper date.”

“A proper date
.
”
I stifle a giggle. Who is this man and what did he do with rock star Wolf?

“Yes.” His tone is defensive. “I may have
had an idiot for a father, but I had an angel for a mother
,
and she taught me a few things about how to treat
a woman. I just haven’t found one that brings that out in me, I guess. You,
sweet Lyric, are worthy of everything my mother taught me.”

“I think I need to meet your mom.” I’m
trying to hide my grin, but it’s impossible.

Something changes in Wolf’s eyes. His
expression grows dim
,
and the hardness digging
into my core softens. He rolls off me as my stomach
feels
a painful
squeeze. Alarms sound off in my head. I’ve said something wrong.

I’m afraid to open my mouth again
,
and all is silent for a few moments while I wait
for
Wolf to speak
. Nothing comes. Minutes pass
,
and I can’t even look at him. His mind seems to be
churning, debating something, and I’m so afraid I
've
crossed some arbitrary line that was teetering on a dark memory deep within him.

After a while I feel a dip in the bed as
he gets
up
and makes his way to the bathroom.
Shit
. I can only imagine the worst as I
think about the topic of conversation. His mother. A shiver runs through me,
and I
wish I hadn’t said a word about meeting her.

When the water
in
the shower starts, I frown and I launch myself off the bed. What I find in the
bathroom knocks the wind
out of
me as if I’ve
just fallen from the tallest tree. I’m not bleeding or dying, but it hurts like
hell to watch Wolf sobbing.

His sobs aren’t loud and ugly like mine
would be. But his face is red, eyelids pinched tightly together . . . and he
shakes violently. White knuckles and fingertips grip the edge of the counter.
With his head cast down, his shoulders heave forward relentlessly, and the
tears stream down his face.

Oh,
God.
A hand goes to my
mouth, eyes wide. For a moment I’m frozen, just watching him, trying to make
sense of what I’m seeing. The tightness in my chest and pressure in my throat
build as I witness his pain, telling me that my feelings for this man go beyond
anything rational. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even wanted or welcomed. But
it’s here in this room and there’s no denying it anymore.

I push the door
all the way
open, unable to hold back
,
and place my arms around his waist
with
my
face
pressed
against his back. He continues to
let go
. Silent sobs of ache pulling from deep within
him. I want to be strong for him. Hold him for as long as he wants or needs. And
then a
tear falls onto my arm and it completely rips me apart. Now I’m
crying with him. My hands move up his chest until one is directly above his
heart, as if I can hold it in place for him. I don’t know why or how it
happened, but Wolf’s pain is now my own.

No
words were spoken in the bathroom. Our phones
began
to
rin
g
like crazy, so I finally took
the call to listen to Crawley scream at me on the other end. I lied. I told him
I didn’t know where Wolf was but I was on my way to his room and we’d be to the
bus shortly. Once
on
the bus, Wolf went
straight to his room
,
and I could tell by his
swift departure that he wanted to be alone. I ignored Crawley’s heated stare
the entire first hour and then gave up and went to my bunk. We have a
twelve-hour drive ahead of us, which means one long pit stop to give Rory a
break at the wheel. Tonight, we sleep on the bus.

After napping for a few hours, I’m up and
opening my laptop to work. There are over three hundred messages in my inbox,
most of which are confirmations for upcoming accommodations, but it’s too much
for my brain right now. I can’t get Wolf off my mind
—or
the confusion I feel after witnessing his tears. I’m not confused by my
feelings; those were solidified last night when he told me I’m the only one he
sees
and
t
hen
again this morning when he
said
it was like I
was made for him. Those words were heavy for both of us.

When I feel better about the flood of
emails, I close my laptop and reach for my song book at the corner of my bed. I
open it to find my latest unfinished piece and add to it.

Taste

You’ve
stolen a piece, without asking for consent

Not
in my plans, to fall to my knees

It’s
simply meant to be

Tell
me, how does it feel?

Tasting
flesh, so hungrily

That
smile on your face, aches in me

My
lust for you, is shaking

I’m
yours, for the taking

Tell
me, how does it feel?

Give
me another taste

You
know you’re craving me