Rock Me Hard
Nikki Lane wrote songs about magical first glances and surrendered hearts, all while keeping hers locked away from lasting bruises. Even if she were willing to risk heartbreak, stardom and the relentless pace left no room for love.
It hardly left room for a booty call, but lord help her, she desperately needed a booty call.
She hungered for the heat, the wild abandon—so was it any wonder between the notes of the last song fading away and new beat yet to begin, that her eyes locked on tall, dark, and ready to rock her world in the front row? Standing in the sea of gyrating teeny boppers, with his back straight and confident grin, he stared into her soul and made her crave.
Aiden Powell buried his secret crush on Nikki Lane where his asshole twin would never find it and exploit it. When opportunity to see his crush in the flesh arises in the form of front row seats with VIP meet and greet privileges, he doesn’t hesitate to cover his afternoon patient appointments and head for the arena.
He has one chance, one night, to make his fantasy reality—and he would take it…
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God, how he wanted to untie that belt at her waist and watch that robe fall to the floor, but he fisted his hands at her hips and held her to him, the silk bunched up in his fingers.
Her nails scraped along his scalp, shooting fire through him as she anchored her hands in his hair. The sensual tug of her fingers kicked his heart into overdrive.
A surge of need, so powerful that it terrified him, took over, and he knew if he didn’t take a step back, break the contact, he’d take over.
He couldn’t do that. Still her show.
He’d never been more sure of what he wanted, but as long as any doubt lingered in her, the ball would forever be in her court.
Their lungs heaved as they stared at one another, her lips swollen from their fiery kiss. She reached for the knot of silk at her waist, the robe which just moments ago seemed like decent armor between them, now just one more weapon in the arsenal of their growing attraction and his fervent need.
The fabric shimmered and danced as though it were a living, breathing part of her that shifted with her every move, gliding over her nipples with each intake of breath as they stood there, gazes locked on one another. The tantalizing fabric hugged her hips, danced over the naked swell of her ass, and grazed over her like a lover’s worshiping hand drawing out the anticipation.
It all changed here.
Rules shattered, the shards raining to the floor around them.
“Be sure, Nikki,” his words rumbled out, raw and full of need. “Because when that silk falls to the floor, everything under it becomes mine for the night. I’m a thorough man. I won’t leave anything unexplored. Even the parts you don’t want me to see.”