Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,73
down her cheeks. The pieces of my heart she hadn’t yet captured fluttered from my chest and floated into the palm of her hand.
Harmony turned her head as if embarrassed that I had found her crying.
Oh, hell no.
Without a word, I lifted her from the cubby, drew her flush against my body, and claimed her sweet lips with an impassioned apology. When Harmony tensed, my heart clutched and my gut seized. Refusing to let her shut me out, I slid a hand in her silky hair, tipped her head back, and deepened the kiss.
The whole time I was making love to her mouth and suffusing her soul with every ounce of passion unfurling inside me, I was praying I hadn’t fucked things up beyond repair. Long, agonizing seconds passed before Harmony wrapped her arms around me, melted against my chest with a soft moan, and parted her lips inviting me in.
Tears of joy stung my eyes.
Easing from her lips, I peppered tender kisses along her jaw and down her neck before settling against that sensitive spot behind her ear.
“I’m sorry, princess. So fucking sorry,” I murmured, bathing her warm, soft skin with my lips and tongue. “Sorry I lost my shit and took it out on you.” Melting my mouth over hers, I pulled away long seconds later to skate my tongue down her slender throat. “It won’t happen again, I swear.”
“It’s not your fault, Ross. I shouldn’t have—”
“No, it’s Quinn’s. And when I’m done begging your forgiveness, however long that takes, I’m going to kill the meddling prick.”
Harmony tossed her head back, granting me more canvas to paint with kisses, and laughed. It was the single most captivating symphony I’d ever heard.
“You can’t. He’s…gone.” She sighed dreamily as I sucked the lobe of her ear between my lips and lashed it with my tongue. “Flying…home…to Chicago.”
The sound of her choppy, breathless words went straight to my dick.
“Good. That gives me all the time in the world to convince you how sorry I am.”
“No,” she whimpered. “No more apologies. All I need is…you.”
“I’m all yours, princess.” I promised.
I started to slant my lips over hers when the coach swayed as it eased from the curb. I wrapped a protective arm around Harmony’s waist. She issued a little yelp, then pressed her palm to the bathroom door and giggled.
“I guess we’re moving huh?”
“We are.” I smirked and pressed my lips to hers again.
I was drowning in the honey sweet flavor of her kiss, and my blood blazed as the coach swayed and the heated V of her pussy scraped my swollen cock. I cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple, greedily swallowing down her kitten-soft moans.
“Stay the night with me,” I growled low in her ear.
“Yes.” Her voice and body quivered in tandem.
The roar of anticipation humming in my head muted the sound of the accelerating engine. I was lost in the silky depths of Harmony’s heavenly mouth as images of dragging endless orgasms from her sexy writhing, whimpering, keening body flooded my brain.
My heart was tripping, and the heady magnitude of responsibility pressed in all around me.
In a few short minutes, I would strip the shimmering dress off this sweet innocent girl and lay her across my bed. Then with tender, loving care—and the patience of Job—strip the fragile flesh of her virginity away and welcome her into the world as a woman.
The realization that I hadn’t packed any condoms was spinning through my head when Kenny yelled out a curse.
Less than a second later, a thunderous crash exploded all around me. The coach pitched violently to the left, yanking Harmony from my lips and the safety of my arms.
Screams, shattering glass, and the screech of twisted metal filled the air.
In sickening slow motion, a cry of terror launched from Harmony’s throat, and I helplessly watched her sail down the aisle, spinning like a rag doll.
“No,” I yelled, lurching forward to catch her and wrap her safely in my arms.
But the coach continued listing, slamming me hard against the bathroom door. Bowing beneath my weight, the wood gave way with a loud crack and splintered all around me. Like a bullet, I was sailing past the toilet and straight toward the shower enclosure. Jerking my arms up, I shielded my face as I crashed through the glass. Blades of fire ripped my flesh. A scream of pain tore from my throat right before my head bounced off the tile wall with a sickening thud.