Rock Me Harder (Licks of Leather Book 2)

by Jenna Jacob

  “You already have made it special.”

  His brows dipped as a frown curled his lips down. “Don’t make it too special, beautiful. I can’t give you more than tonight. You know that, right?”

  Unprepared for the sting that brought to my heart, I nodded.

  “I know.”

  “It sucks for me, too. I know one night with you isn’t going to be nearly enough.”

  I couldn’t afford to let my unattainable fantasies take flight, so I cupped his cheek and sent him a soft smile. “It’s all we’ve got.”

  “Then let’s make it a night to remember…for both of us.”

  Holding me captive with a calming yet commanding stare, Darren dragged his hands down my legs before removing my shoes and socks with slow, precise movements. Rising to his knees, he brushed a feather-soft kiss across my lips.

  “Don’t be nervous or scared, all right? I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

  Confident he’d do more than that, I gave him a little nod.

  “Come here,” he whispered, lifting me off the bed.

  Darren kept his word, and he slowly, reverently started peeling off my clothes, pressing soft, reassuring kisses to every inch of skin he exposed. Body burning and head spinning, I realized that the naïve girl who had strolled into his suite would soon be nothing but a memory. In the morning, I would leave a sated, sexually aware woman.

  As he lifted my tank top over my head, the cool air met my heated flesh, sending goose bumps popping over my limbs. Darren brushed them away and pressed his lips to my shoulder as he released the hooks of my bra with one flick of his fingers. The straps skipped down my arms and the lace fluttered to the floor as he cupped my heavy, aching breasts in his palms.

  He worshiped me with his mouth, benevolently dragging his lips and tongue up and down the column of my neck, teasing the corners of my mouth, and leaving a trail of liquid sparks layering over the tingles left from the prickly scruff of his chin. The same sparks and tingles that were igniting between my legs. I sank my fingers into his silky dark hair, closed my eyes, and lost myself in the magic Darren was weaving through me.

  “So pretty…so soft,” he murmured at the corner of my mouth.

  Instinctively I parted my lips as his praise echoed through me.

  But instead of granting me his tongue, Darren brushed his thumb over my aching, hard nipples. I jolted and sucked in a startled gasp as a rush of cream spilled into my already arousal-soaked panties. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve the throb between my legs, but it was useless.

  Darren was the only one who could put out the flames he ignited inside me.

  He dipped his head, opened his mouth, and captured my straining nipple. I cried out and clung to him as he pulled my flesh deeper with sweet, sublime suction and laved his tongue over my tightly gathered flesh.

  Heat and pressure mounted, pressing in all around me. The scorching demand between my legs was screaming and weeping for Darren to extinguish this wildfire inside me.

  Drunk, dizzy, and drowning beneath his carnal spell, Darren plunged me even deeper with each lash, nip, and scrape of his teeth and tongue. Though he’d vowed to go slow, I didn’t want him being tender…didn’t want him holding back. I wanted him raw, wild, and demanding, like the sensations clawing inside me.

  “More…please,” I mewled pitifully.

  Capturing the tip of my nipple between his teeth, Darren tugged, sending an incendiary bolt of fire straight to my clit.

  “You warm up beautifully.”

  “I’m a lot more than warmed up.”

  “Is that right?” A wicked grin stretched his glistening lips. “Let’s see if we can set you on fire, then.”

  “I already am.”

  “Not yet, you’re not.” He chuckled before working the button of my jeans free. As he released the zipper, Darren leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Let me show you the difference.”

  As he hooked his thumbs in my belt loops and tugged my jeans to my ankles and off my feet, a ragged breath of gratitude spilled from my lips. Kneeling in front of me, Darren cupped his warm hands to the backs of my knees and pressed his nose to my pulsating mound. Inhaling deeply, he pulled the heat from my core, but the ache remained.

  “You smell so sweet. I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”

  The heat of his breath and vibration of his words against my pussy sent shock waves rippling through me. But when he parted his lips and dragged his tongue over the soaked silk of my panties, I nearly shattered. Shuddering and moaning, I clutched his wide shoulders to keep from melting to the floor in a puddle.

  With a feral growl, he quickly yanked my panties off, scooped me off my feet, and stood. Clutching me tightly to his chest, Darren laid me out on the big, soft bed, then raked a savage stare down my naked body. I felt fragile, vulnerable, and yet undeniably cherished.

  Darren reached for the drawstring on his pants, and I held my breath as he hastily dragged them off. As he stood before me, gloriously naked, I gaped at his thick, long shaft and swallowed back a gasp.

  Though I’d never had sex, I’d seen and touched my former boyfriend’s erection. But Darren was no boy. He was all man, every thick, hard, massive inch.

  He’s going to tear me apart.

  A tiny squeak of terror slid from my throat.

  “What’s wrong, beautiful? You haven’t ever seen a cock before?” Darren wrapped a fist around the angry veins and slowly stroked his length.

  “No. I mean…yes. Yes, I have,” I stammered, mesmerized by the clear liquid growing and glistening at the tip of his wide purple crest. “Just not one…so… Darren, that’s never going to fit inside me. It’s physically impossible.”

  “Yes, it will. Trust me. I’ll make sure you’re good and ready to take me when the time comes.” Though his expression remained sober, I couldn’t miss the laughter in his voice.

  Climbing onto the bed, Darren knelt between my legs, softly stroking my thighs. “Just lie back, let go, and feel…feel everything I want to give you.”

  Repositioning himself, he cupped my knees and gently spread them apart…opening me, exposing my slick, swollen folds to the chilly air and his blistering stare.

  The scent of my musky, feminine heat danced in the air. I knew he could smell me, too, as I watched Darren’s nostrils flared and he licked his lips.

  “So pretty,” he murmured in a raspy voice, gently petting my red, saturated curls.

  Lowering his head, he nuzzled the insides of my thighs, scraping my flesh with his stubble there. Chills and sparks sputtered up my spine.

  “I’m going to taste you now, Elizabeth…drink in all that lush virgin cream spilling from your pretty pink pussy.”

  Heart pounding, I raised my head and watched as Darren lowered his mouth. As he hovered just above my mound, his hot breath cascaded over my needy clit. I gripped the bedcovers as an unforgiving tremor thundered through me.

  “Please,” I moaned, wiggling my hips impatiently.

  He flashed me a hungry smile. “You beg so sweetly. How can I refuse?”

  Even though I knew what was coming, I was wholly unprepared for the onslaught of sensations when he flattened his tongue against me and dragged it up my middle. A cry of pure delight tore from my throat, and I fisted the sheets as his second swipe set every cell in my body ablaze.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “You taste even sweeter than I’d imagined.”

  Burying his face in my pussy, Darren laved my clit and stabbed his tongue deep inside me, milking the cream from inside me with a sublime suction that melted my bones. As he pressed a finger in and out of my clutching core, a satisfied growl rumbled from deep in his chest. The vibration nearly had me levitating off the bed.

  Darren soon squeezed another finger inside me, stretching and filling me with a burn so glorious I wanted to die. Twisting his hand, he strummed a spot inside me that sent pleasure pouring through me like a thundering waterfall.

  Reaching down, I grip
ped Darren’s head as he alternated each stab of his fingers with a lash of his tongue. I moaned and whimpered and rocked my hips unabashedly as sparks ricocheted through my system.

  All too soon, those sparks were detonating behind my eyes. My limbs tingled, and a deafening hum buzzed in my ears. I didn’t want the magic to end, but when Darren traced his finger around the puckered opening of my backside, the sensation was so foreign, so dirty and exciting that my mind and body shattered.

  Ecstasy ripped me apart.

  Bearing down, I clamped around his driving fingers, and I ground myself against his face. I screamed his name as waves of bliss crashed through me…pulling me down, tumbling through me, and drowning every cell in my system.

  I slowly started drifting back to earth, still at the mercy of the aftershocks quaking through me when Darren lifted from my pussy. Holding me with a painfully tender stare, he climbed off the bed and rolled a condom over his steely shaft, then joined me again. Hovering over my trembling body, he aligned his wide crest to my fluttering core.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he slowly pressed his crown past my folds.

  Darren took his time, feeding inch after glorious inch into my narrow passage, stretching and filling me with a burn so exquisite I sank my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders and held on. A white-hot flash of fire erupted inside me and I tossed my head back, screaming as another spine-melting orgasm pulled me under.

  “You’re so goddamn amazing,” Darren praised in a rough, ragged voice.

  He claimed my mouth with a ruthless kiss. His muscles strained and bunched as he began dragging his steely shaft in and out of my convulsing passage. Darren’s long, steady thrusts bouncing off my clit made it impossible for me to tumble back to earth.

  His tempo increased and he was driving faster and harder, scraping that spot inside me with such relentless friction, my whole system was short-circuiting.

  My orgasms were layering one on top of one another…each after the next until I was nothing but a clutching, quivering, pulsating, hoarsely screaming mass of euphoria.

  Still, I bucked and arched and met Darren’s wicked rhythm.

  As another climax blindsided me, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, branding the taste of his sweat-soaked flesh to my soul. Darren growled and clenched his jaw but didn’t relent, simply held me prisoner with his feral stare. Then he sank his fingers deeper around my hips and soared me up again.

  “One more time, beautiful,” Darren choked out as he circled my sensitized clit.

  My brain said no, but my body wasn’t listening. It was melded with all of him, his power, his passion, and the magical spell he had woven through me.

  Hoarse and boneless, I sent him a pleading stare and a fragile smile. “Take it, Darren…take all of me.”

  Every muscle in his rugged frame tensed as he sank his grip into my hair and tugged my head back. His eyes were fiery flames of lust laced in wonderment and awe.

  I knew then that this powerful, invisible connection between us was more than physical, far more than lust…it was dangerous.

  “Yes. All I want is you,” Darren panted savagely. “Come…with me. Let’s… shatter…together.”

  Gripping my ass, he lifted my hips off the bed and dragged my legs over his shoulders. Driving deeper and harder, I was already breaking apart when he threw back his head and roared my name.

  And at that moment before rapture devoured us whole, I seared this wondrous man and these feelings of absolute perfection into my soul.

  We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, inhaling every morsel of food from the room service cart, and lounging in the hot, bubbling water of the big spa tub. Though I was swollen, sore, and sensitive, we made love over and over again until the sun started peeking over the horizon.

  “I need to hold you, beautiful,” Darren panted, dragging me to the mattress and tucking me against the length of his long, rugged body.

  I lay spooning him, memorizing the heat and feel of his flesh, the vibration of his beating heart, the sound of his breath drawing in and out of his lungs, his masculine scent, and the utter safety I found in his strong arms.

  Short minutes later, Darren was snoring softly.

  I knew fate had put him in my life for a reason far more crucial than satiating my body. But the cruel flip side was that I was a fraud. No matter how perfect this night had been, there would never be a storybook ending. If I were lucky and had scattered enough deceitful bread crumbs that Darren would never find me again.

  This was it…the end. The cold, brutal, empty end.

  Still, I didn’t know if I possessed the strength to walk away.

  If he woke this minute, I knew I’d do something stupid like beg him to stay, or worse, ask him to take me with him.

  Because conspiring to destroy his life isn’t stupid enough?

  Guilt slithered through me as I carefully eased from Darren’s safe arms and gathered my clothes off the floor. The stinging ache between my legs made it ten times harder to slip into the bathroom and not back into his bed.

  Dressing quickly and quietly, I stepped from the bathroom.

  Self-preservation shrieked to grab my purse and leave, but I couldn’t.

  Not without stamping Darren to my brain one last time.

  I stared down at him as a bittersweet smile tugged my lips.

  This is what he would look like every morning.

  Stretched out on his back, long, sturdy legs bent and tangled in the sheets. One muscular arm was draped over his sculpted abs, the other bent and resting on his pillow. His sensual lips were parted and his dark lashes fanned his high cheekbones. His wide chest, with dark, flat nipples—that I’d discovered were delightfully sensitive—rose and fell with each gentle snore. Dragging my gaze lower, I sighed as I stared at the dark curls framing his now flaccid cock, wishing I could wrap my lips around him and wake with the skills he’d taught me hours earlier.

  My heart squeezed as a flashback of the magic we’d shared tonight whirled through my mind. I reached out and gently traced my fingertip along the chiseled contours of his face, scraped my fingernails over the prickly scruff adorning his jawline. Blinking back the tears stinging my eyes, I struggled to gather my courage to walk away.

  The moon-shaped birthmark on his wrist caught my eye.

  Swallowing back a sob, I bent and pressed a feather-soft kiss there. A part of me foolishly hoped he’d carry my kiss right along with the moon.

  A tsunami of sadness was rising from deep in my chest. Turning, I ran out of the room, past the couch we’d shared, and out the door. I miraculously made it to the parking garage and inside my car before deep, bone-quaking sobs punched through me. Gripping the steering wheel, I let grief, guilt, and regret consume me.

  When there were no more tears left to cry, at least for now, I started my car and drove away, completely oblivious to the fact that I was taking a piece of Darren with me.

  Present Day

  Startled by the tear sliding down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away and pushed my bittersweet memories of Darren down deep. As I drew in a deep cleansing breath, I glanced around the restaurant to see if anyone witnessed my little breakdown, but no one seemed to have noticed.

  When I spied Brice heading toward the table tendrils of dread slithered through me. God, I wished it were Darren sliding back into that chair, wanting to hold my hand and be a part of my and our son’s life.

  “Sorry it took me so long,” Brice apologized. His voice wasn’t deep and raspy like Darren’s, which slammed reality home, completely. “I ran into Mr. Rivera, and he filled me in about his rotator cuff surgery and asked about the therapy we’ll soon be doing with him.”

  I nodded and asked a few questions, inwardly wondering why I couldn’t feel a fraction of the emotion I did for Darren with Brice.

  Stop. It’s done…over.

  Yes, no matter how beautiful, magical…perfect that night with Darren had been, it was over…forever. I had to fi
nd a way to bury his memory, find the strength to not exhume him every day like I’d been doing.

  It was time to take that first step and let my guard down…try to enjoy my time with Brice. Maybe one day, if I was lucky, I could learn to feel something for the man.

  Chapter Four

  Darren

  While reliving my night with Tori filled me with anticipation and excitement, replaying the aftermath and discovering how many lies she’d told me pissed me off.

  I scrubbed a hand down my face and peered at the house again. Several deep breaths later, I’d tamped down my irritation, climbed from my rental, and strode to the front door.

  A dozen different scenarios pelted my brain as I reached to push the doorbell. Finger hovering over the button, I sent up a silent prayer that she didn’t slam the door in my face. Even if she did, I’d kick the motherfucker in. I wasn’t leaving until I had some damn answers. I hadn’t spent the last two years tracking her ass down to tuck my tail between my legs and walk away.

  Steeling myself for any and all possibilities, I pressed the bell.

  Excruciating long seconds later, the knob jiggled and then turned.

  I lifted my chin, squared my shoulders, and clenched my jaw.

  The door swung open, and before me stood a little boy with dark hair and emerald eyes. He was the mirror image of myself at that age. Peering up at me, he flashed a wide, dimpled grin.

  My heart stopped.

  “Hi,” the little guy said, giving me a wave.

  The sight of the half-moon birthmark on his wrist stole the air from my lungs.

  What. The. Absolute. Fuck?

  No. No way. I’d used condoms that night. I couldn’t have knocked her up.

  Still, I didn’t need a DNA test to know, this boy was mine.

  Why the hell didn’t she try to contact me and tell me she was pregnant?

  While shock, anger, and awe swirled like a brutal cyclone inside me, a nest of hornets buzzed in my ears.

  Unable to form a single fucking word, I stood there, blinking down at the beaming, cherub-faced mini-me. I couldn’t help but marvel at how small, perfect, and beautiful he was.