Free Wishful Sinful (Rock Royalty Book 5) by Christie Ridgway Page B

electrified her.
    She’d pressed closer, held back only by her seat belt, and as if he sensed her frustration, he’d found the buckle and released her. Then she’d been in his lap, the feel of a hard erection beneath her both satisfying and titillating.
    His kiss had ground harder and hotter, and then his hand had cupped her breast with that same possessive intent.
    Her body had jolted, the pleasure searing, almost overwhelming. Then his touch changed. His hand still caged the globe of her breast, but his thumb had strummed gently over the aching nipple. Moaning, she’d melted into him, wanting more of that tenderness and more of the forcefulness too, both at once.
    From far away she’d heard a voice. Then Walsh tore his mouth from hers and reality had smartly slapped her in the face.
    She’d been practically climbing him! In the airplane!
    Though she’d quickly returned to her seat, she’d felt overwrought and too hot and completely humiliated by her unrestrained responses to him.
    All these hours later, her heart still hadn’t slowed. Her skin still felt too tight.
    No wonder she couldn’t sleep.
    She squeezed shut her eyes and willed away all thoughts of those crazy moments on the plane. Tuning in to the sound of the surf, she synced her breathing with the slow movement of the waves.
    The sound of her bedroom door snicking open brought her instantly alert. It wasn’t fear that made her muscles tense, however. It was awareness. She knew the identity of the dark shape standing in the doorway, recognizing him on an instant by his distinctive shape. His shoulders nearly scraped the jamb, and she saw that his hands gripped the sides of it, as if he was attempting to hold himself back.
    Her throat tightened, so she couldn’t speak and could barely breathe.
    “Honey,” he said, low and slow.
    She scooted to a sitting position, holding the sheet to her bare breasts. “Is there…” She swallowed to loosen the words. “Is there something you want? Need?”
    “Want?” His rough laugh tickled her jangling nerve endings. “Need?” He prowled closer. “Yeah.”
    His chest was uncovered. Honey didn’t dare drop her gaze below that slab of rippled muscle. Surely he hadn’t come to her without clothes?
    Now he stood beside the bed, and she tilted her head to gaze into his face. In the dim light, his eyes were dark, unreadable pools.
    “Drop the sheet,” he said.
    Her fingers clutched the material. “W-what?”
    “You let me touch them. Now I want to see them.”
    Her breasts. They swelled, the tips tightening to an ache that was equal parts pleasure and pain. Honey’s skin flamed everywhere, and she felt a rush of moisture between her thighs. Every fine hair on her body rose.
    “Honey.” His voice dropped even deeper. “Show me.”
    At the authoritative tone, her fingers went nerveless and the sheet slithered to her waist.
    He sucked in a quick breath.
    She lost hers.
    Even in the shadows, she knew his gaze ran over her swollen breasts and tingling nipples. Her bottom squirmed and her thighs clenched as restless yearnings raced through her. Pooling heat settled low in her belly and she knew only Walsh could assuage the emptiness that accompanied it.
    Supremely conscious of the place that a man would fill, she’d never felt more like a woman.
    One of his big hands reached out. She tried to hold herself still, but her body trembled in anticipation.
    “Are you afraid?” he whispered.
    Yes. No. Yes .
    But she didn’t move as his long fingers continued to advance. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip, and she dug her nails into the sheet beside each hip. Any second they’d be skin to skin. Another fire flashed over her body and—
     
    Beep-beep-beep- beep .
    Honey bolted upright, her gaze wildly searching the room.
    Where was Walsh? What was that noise? Why hadn’t he—
    Flopping back against the pillows, she groaned and closed her eyes against the room’s brightness. It had been a dream. A scary, sexy