Free Rock My Bed by Michelle A. Valentine Page B

admit the idea of fucking me turned you on. We both know you wouldn’t be here right now if it didn’t.”
    I set my empty bottle on the bar and lean into her. I push her auburn strands away from her neck and allow my fingers to trace the delicate skin right before her ear. She stiffens at first and I can see her struggle internally before I feel the tension leave her. 
    Her shoulder pushes into my chest as I dip my head and trace her jaw with my nose. It’s such an intimate move to make inside this tight bar where there’s probably fifty eyes trained on us, but I don’t care. If I wait any longer to get close to her, I might explode. 
    When I reach her ear, my tongue darts out and I taste the flesh of her earlobe. She squeezes her eyes shut and her mouth drops open a bit. The smell of her fruity shampoo and perfume fills my nose and my cock jerks. 
    I lick my lips and reach around to play with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t think I can wait any more.”
    She turns to face me, our noses nearly touching. “Then don’t. Tonight I’m yours, remember?”
    “Mine?” I swallow at the sound of that word in my head. I’ve never tried to claim a woman before and I have no fucking clue why I told her she was mine earlier tonight. But it feels right, which is completely fucked up, because I know I don’t deserve anything good in my life. I ruin everything I touch. Every person that’s ever mattered in my life has told me that at one point or another, so I know a future with anyone is out of the question. God strike me down for wanting to get to know this girl. I’m no fucking good for her. 
    I take her beer from her and toss it into a nearby trashcan before taking her hand into mine. “Let’s go.”
    I need to fuck her—the sooner the better. It’s the only way I know that’ll get her out of my system. 
     

Chapter 7
     
    AUBREY
     
    Riff swipes his room key in the door and it flashes green. That looks like a green light if I’ve ever seen one. I take a deep breath. It looks like it’s go time—now’s the time for me to make my mark. 
    He holds the door open for me and I step through the threshold backwards while grabbing a handful of his t-shirt in my fists. Riff’s eyebrows shoot up for a brief second and then he grins devilishly. He likes me taking control. I can see it in his eyes. 
    The door closes with a bang and I throw my arms around his neck, crushing my lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, not even for a brief second, before he tangles his hands in my hair and deepens our kiss. We melt together and start peeling off layers of clothes. 
    Neither of us speak, which is fine by me. We both know what we’re here for. There’s no need for empty words or promises neither of us intend to keep. Instead, we both focus on the here and now, allowing our mouths, lips and tongues every opportunity to explore each other.
    Once we are both down to our underwear, he steps back, allowing himself a moment to take in the sight of my nearly naked body. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I arch my back, throwing my plan to seduce him into action. My bare shoulders rest against the door and I run both of my hands into my hair, attempting to be as sexy as I possibly can. Confidence is key in any situation when trying to maintain power. I’ve learned that much from my new boss already. So, I keep eye contact with him and lift my chin.  
    It must be working because Riff bites his lip as his hungry eyes drink me in. “You are too fucking sexy for your own good.”
    Any games I remotely thought about teasing him with at the moment fly out the window. Riff grips my hips in his hands and pushes me against the door. The hard length underneath his boxers presses against my stomach and I lick my lips in anticipation. His lips fly over every inch of my neck before he dips his head and kisses the tops of my breasts. I throw my head back and a moan escapes me. 
    Why does his mouth have to feel so amazing?
    My hands trail