Page 55 of Hard Rock Deceit

He took a step forward. My back was to the wall. I couldn't have inched away if I'dwantedto.

I didn'twantto.

"I don't know why she thought anyone would care about me. I just take photos." My breath hitched as he came within arm's reach, his delicious scent fillingmynose.

"Because I'm not the only one who sees passion in your art." His voice was low in his chest, a husky murmur. The heat in those words sent my pulseracing.

"It's all thanks to you. You're the one who helped drawitout."

He took a final step. He was right there, a hairsbreadth away from me. I had to tilt my head up to seehisface.

"Don't thank me yet." His eyes blazed. "I'm not donewithyou."

Heat flooded my system, melting my heart in my chest, turning my belly to liquid, dripping down mythighs.

"I locked the door." A sly smile crossedhislips.

August cupped the back of my neck, urging me forward, until his body pressed against every inch of mine. His hands slid down my throat, coming to rest on either side of my ribs. I could feel the indentation of each finger as they gripped me tight, drawing my bodycloser.

"That means no more interruptions," headded.

August's thumbs caressed the underside of my breasts. I inhaled sharply. Those wandering thumbs continued their exploration, brushing against my pebbled nipples, rubbing smallcircles.

I took in a shuddering breath. It was as if my breasts had a direct connection to the apex of my thighs, those tiny motions sending pleasure straight tomycore.

Arching my back, I pushed my chest forward. He took the encouragement to cup me in both hands, stroking and massaging. I stifled agroan.

He still hadn't kissed me yet. I pressed forward, bringing my mouth to his. He licked at the seam, tongue brushing a slow, sensual line along my upper lip. My legs nearly fell out from under me. He found a weak spot I hadn't knownI'dhad.

Chuckling into my mouth, he did it again, slower this time, teasing. I moaned. He swallowed it with a kiss, his tongue brushing mine in time with his fingers brushing my nipples. The dual onslaught had mereeling.

I whimpered his name. He growled low in his throat. Taking both my hands in his, he pinned them to the wall above my head. I was left helpless to do anything but squirm and writheagainsthim.

His lips left mine to trail down my neck. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of my throat. Pleasure exploded between my thighs. I nearly came right then. Anothersensitivespot.

He continued kissing lower until he reached my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping lightly through the thin cotton of my tank top. The material barely blunted thesensation.

While his mouth played with my breasts, he transferred my wrists to one hand, using the other to trace a line down my body. He ran down my sides, my belly, and curled around my hip. His fingers teased at the elastic of my sleep shorts, tugging them down. My breathing went shallow as I stepped outofthem.

Two fingers slid between the valley of my thighs, rubbing me through the thin cotton of mypanties.

I gasped, clenching down, my inner walls already slick and wet andaching.

August pressed a kiss to my mouth. His eyes gleamed, an odd curiosity in his gaze, almost masked by the desire I saw in them. That gaze roved over my face, taking in every minute change in my expression,examiningme.

"Aren't you going to ask what I'm feeling?" I managed tochokeout.

With one deft motion, he pushed my panties aside and dipped between my folds,partingme.

I let out a small, embarrassing sound, half-groan, half-squeak.

"I think I have some idea," he said, wickedlyamused.

Those fingers teased at my entrance as I rocked against him, urging him without words to continue. He would circle, rub, then pull back, over and over again, driving mecrazy.

Iwhined.

"August,please—"