Page 51 of Hard Rock Deceit

"I'm okay," he reassured me. "I'mfine."

He always knew what I was thinking, feeling. He knew me better than I knewmyself.

"I was really scared," I whispered. "You really, reallyscaredme."

August drew me down, pulling me into his lap. It was awkward on the desk chair, my legs on either side of his hips, perched on his knees. Still, I snuggled into his chest as best I could, burying my face inhisneck.

Warm, strong hands ran soothing lines up and down my back. Inhaling slowly, I breathed in his scent. Somehow, no matter the time of day, he always managed to smellintoxicating.

"I never meant to scare you," he said. "It won't happenagain."

"It better not," I mumbled. "Or I really will throw something at your head next time, unconsciousornot."

Strands of his hair tickled my cheek as he pressed a kiss to the side of my head. Then my ear. Thenmyjaw.

"You'd have to get in line," he mumbled against my throat. "The others will probably kick my ass before you have a chance to gettome."

With a gentle touch on my chin, he lifted my head, dipping down to place a kiss on my neck. A pulse of pleasure went straight from that kiss, down my belly, to settle betweenmylegs.

"You've got good friends," I managedtosay.

"I do," heagreed.

Keeping my head tilted back, he covered my neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. Quick pecks at first, then slow, sucking kisses, soon followed by sensual nibbles, just verging on the edgeofpain.

I squirmed in place, thighs clenching and squeezing, as I was assaulted by thrillingsensations.

With a palm on the small of my back, August urged my hips forward to nestleagainsthis.

I'd only felt his hardness against me once before, that time on the roof. Since then, I'd thought my mind had exaggerated the memory, making everything seem much more… impressive than itreallywas.

But my memory was correct. The rise in August's jeans was large and hard against me, straining against the zipper. I could feel how hot he was through my leggings. The heat of him was nothing compared to the inferno rapidly gathering strengthinsideme.

I rocked against him, bringing us closer together. I hissed as his length pressed against the very core of me. He let out a groan, his lips stilling onmyneck.

"What are you feeling right now?" he asked, the teasing words muffled against mythroat.

Wrapping my arms tight around his shoulders for balance, I continued with the small rocking motions, rolling and writhingagainsthim.

"Probably the same as you," I said, pleasure singing through myveins.

August's hands went to my legs, stroking up and down. His thumbs rubbed my inner thighs, inching upwards witheverypass.

"Right now I feel like ripping off those damn leggings of yours and licking you 'til youscream."

My cheeks flushed red hot, even as a groan leftmylips.

His lips curved into a wicked smile againstmyskin.

"Is that what you'refeeling?"

I suddenly envisioned a dozen scenarios involving August's naked body and my tongue. My insides throbbed at thethought.

Indistinct voices sounded from outside the bus. Still distant, but comingcloser.

Westilled.

"Shit." August dropped his head back and blew out abreath.