Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,12
narrow, sun-kissed shoulders, swayed over the generous swells of her breasts with every step she took. A bashful smile—a genuine one like I hadn’t seen in decades—tugged her pink, pouty lips that were all but begging to be bruised and devoured beneath my hungry kisses.
What the fuck am I thinking? No. Hell no!
When she lifted her dark lashes and locked her big ocean-blue eyes on me, I felt as if I’d been kicked in the balls. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my cock began lengthening, thickening, and pulsing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten hard simply by looking at a woman.
Lurid images filled my brain. Images of peeling off the white tank hugging her full, natural breasts—yeah, they were real; I could spot implants from forty feet—the faded blue jeans cradling her lush hips and slender legs, before dragging her under me.
The ball-churning beauty made more than my dick ache. Every cell in my body was screaming to glide my hands, mouth, and tongue all over her. I ached to defile her a million kinky ways and seize every ounce of her ethereal innocence.
Defiling her would unequivocally destroy her, asshole.
That sobering reality sent guilt spiking, sweeping my erotic visuals out to sea.
“Hey, guys,” Quinn greeted. “Sorry we’re late. I stopped by Harmony’s room to escort her to meet you, but we got caught up in conversation.”
Well, well…the tempting beauty was staying at the hotel.
Too bad that nugget of info wasn’t going to do me a damn bit of good.
I couldn’t touch this girl.
Couldn’t teach her hours of sexual splendor until she screamed my name so loud and long her voice turned to a whisper.
Couldn’t bask in the heat of her soft, slick tunnel clamping down around my cock or coax so many orgasms she couldn’t walk right for a month.
Acknowledging all the things I couldn’t do to her didn’t lessen my ache to violate her a million different ways. Fuck, it was insane and dangerous for me to even look at the alluring beauty. And torturing myself like this was full-on masochistic.
“Does Ava know you’re stepping out on her?” Syd cast an accusatory glare at Quinn. “I hope she kicks your ass bloody when she finds out this sweet thing’s been warming your bed.”
Quinn scowled. “I’m not sleeping with anyone but Ava, asshole. This is Harmony Sharp. She’s going to be joining the tour.”
Joining the tour? Joining our tour?
“Doing what?” Ozzy asked, voicing the same question slashing my brain.
Darren whipped his head Sofia’s way. “You’re not throwing in the towel as den mother, are you?”
“Not hardly. Nobody on the planet can keep your asses in line but me,” she replied with a sassy smirk.
“I’ll explain everything over breakfast,” Quinn assured.
Holding out the chair beside me, he waited until Harmony eased onto the padded surface before flashing me a cocky grin.
What the fuck are you up to, you sneaky, meddling bastard?
As Harmony plucked the napkin off her plate and draped it across her lap, she turned to me with a delicate smile. Her intoxicating scent of lilac, honeysuckle, and sunshine crashed my senses. It took all the self-control I possessed not to lean down and drag my tongue along the slender slope of her shoulder, up her neck, and settle in behind her ear to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
“Hi,” she whispered in a soft, shy voice.
My cock lurched against my zipper and my mouth began to water. I was suddenly ravenous. Not for anything on the menu but to gorge on the pretty girl’s innocent flesh and screams of ecstasy.
Fuck me. This cannot be happening.
Unfortunately, it was. Biting back a curse, I glanced at my lap to make sure my napkin was covering my aching erection and simply issued her a curt nod.
“Before we begin, why don’t you all introduce yourselves to Harmony.” Quinn smiled. “I’ve briefly given her your bios, but it would be helpful if she could put faces with names.”
“Helpful for what?” I bit out.
“To get to know you all, of course.”
The calculated smile curling the corners of Quinn’s mouth sent chills of suspicion climbing my spine. I slid a glance to my right to see Darren’s phone sitting on the table. He’d chosen a photo of Tori as his screen saver. Beside him, Ozzy’s fingers were tangled together with Mia’s. As I paused at Syd, luridly ogling Harmony—trying to ignore the flare of jealousy kicking up inside me—I studied Burk’s arm possessively draped over the back of Sofia’s chair.