Free RockMeTonight by Lisa Carlisle Page B

her. When I
looked into her eyes, I saw what I had perceived as a cinnamon-brown actually
reflected more gold in the sunlight. Had they always been that color and I just
didn’t notice them without the sunlight on them? Or had they changed? Golden
eyes. Her eyelids dropped and appeared more catlike and exotic as she stepped
up on her tiptoes to lean in closer to me. I pushed away the pangs of loss as
an image of her face burned into my memory, the high cheekbones, the soft skin.
    The ocean breeze blew softly, rustling her wavy hair, which
now glimmered with specs of snow. I pushed a lock back behind her ear, noticing
how the sun captured highlights in her chestnut-brown hair. Gold in her
eyes, gold in her hair. The writer in me made a mental note to keep that
for a song.
    The man in me focused on her full lips. Lips that I wanted
to kiss from that first night I saw her at Vamps. When I wanted to pull her
close and take her smart mouth. Then spank her for being such a naughty girl.
    Her pale-pink glossy lips parted more as she leaned toward
me. Not being a fool, I seized the moment. Bending down to reach her, I pressed
my lips softly against hers. Blood rushed straight into my cock, desire coursed
through my body. She kissed me, deepening the kiss, threatening to overwhelm me
with an erotic urge to take her right there. I kissed her deeper, my tongue
penetrating between those delicious lips. My hands ran down her lower back and
cupped her full ass, pulling her even closer.
    I lost track of time as we explored each other with lips and
hands. She smelled like flowers, either from her hair or perfume, I didn’t know
which. I didn’t know much about flowers, but I’d guess it was roses. The
falling snow was welcome to cool my body, which was in danger of overheating
with the tension of wanting more of her. She was simply a divine creature.
Kissing her was unlike kissing any woman before; she lost herself completely in
the kiss. No insecurities at all.
    When she pulled away, I already felt pain on leaving those
soft lips and letting go of those curves.
    But when she said, “Nico, take me home with you,” I couldn’t
get us out of there quickly enough.
     
    How we made it back to my condo without having an accident
was a miracle—we barely kept our hands off each other on the drive there. Not
to mention the roads were slippery from the snow that was starting to stick.
She kissed my neck while she ran her hand down my legs, cupping my cock and
then rubbing it until I was ready to burst out of my jeans.
    “If you keep doing that, I’m going to pull over to the side
of the road and take you right here in front of anyone driving by.”
    “Ooh, an exhibitionist,” she cooed. She leaned in to nibble
my earlobe and whispered, “I think I’d like that.”
    I looked to make sure no cars were close and then pulled
over to the side of the road so fast we left skid marks behind us. The snow
clinging to the trees and Victorian homes around us lent a magical winter in
New England element.
    I pushed my seat all the way back and dove on top of her,
kissing her lips, her neck, running my hands up under her dress. When I touched
her there, her panties were already wet. She arched her back, which I took as
an invitation to pull them down. As I moved them off her hips, she lifted her
ass up to help me. The scent of her arousal almost did me in. I ripped her
panties off her legs in frustration, almost thwarted when I tried to get them
off over the boots, and threw them to the floor. Then I ran my fingers over her
sweet, warm sex, sliding a finger inside.
    God, she felt good. So warm, so wet. I couldn’t wait to get
in there. Taste her. Love her in every way possible.
    Then she said, “No. We can’t do it here.” She pushed herself
back upright in her seat and adjusted her dress. “Too many people are driving
by. Peering in to see if we’re okay. I want to, but we can’t.”
    Regroup, regroup.
    “I know. You’re right. Besides, I