Page 22 of Hard Rock Tease

A dark smirk appeared on his face. "Deviant lust."

I let out a nervous laugh, until I saw the look in his eyes. They were half-mocking, but there was something deeper there. The pupils of his eyes had dilated, turning his dark eyes almost black.

His eyes flicked to my lips. I parted them without thinking.

Was he was going to kiss me?

My stomach quivered, all my inner muscles clenching, throbbing.

I wanted him to kiss me.

I wanted him to do more than kiss me.

A shiver ran through me. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his leg. He stared at me, unmoving.

I pulled back and ducked my head, embarrassed. Why had I touched him like that? I must have misread all the signs. He was probably just teasing. He probably thought I was an infatuated fangirl.

I cleared my throat and brought my hands to my lap. I had to bring this back around to business.

"Now that we know a little bit more about each other, why don't you tell me about your usual process?" I fought to keep my voice from shaking. "What do you do to get your muse talking?"

Noah's eyes flared with heat as they held my gaze. I found myself wetting my lips unconsciously. His eyes narrowed as they focused on my mouth.

"Surely you don't just sit down with a pen and paper, waiting for inspiration to strike?" I asked, now filled with nerves.

His gaze fell to my chest, that heat turning scorching hot. My nipples peaked, turning hard underneath my shirt from arousal.

"You want to know my process?"

"Y-yes," I breathed, nervous anticipation flowing through me.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his lips parting. I wanted those lips on me. On my skin. Sucking and kissing and licking.

"You want to know how I get my muse talking?" he murmured, dark and low in his chest.

I could see the bulge in his pants twitch, beginning to fill out. I felt the sudden urge to reach down and touch it, to unzip those jeans and pull out his stiff cock. I wanted to wrap my hand around it and feel the heat of it against my skin.

I lifted my eyes to meet his. The burning desire I saw in his gaze was no doubt reflected in my own.

I knew exactly what Noah Hart was going to do next. Shivers wracked my body, nerves and excitement and arousal clashing together, making me tremble.

"Show me," I whispered.

His eyes flashed with a dark heat as he crushed his lips to mine.

Although I'd been expecting it, the kiss still caught me by surprise. Noah's lips were firm and insistent. His tongue immediately flicked at the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I opened for him and he slipped inside, stroking his tongue against mine.

I molded my body against his, moaning into his mouth as the shock dissipated. He growled and fisted my hair in his hand, angling my head back to take more of his kiss. Our tongues tangled together, slick and hot.

The taste of him, the smell of him, tough leather and spice, made me dizzy and lightheaded. I clutched his shoulders to keep myself balanced. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me until I was practically in his lap. His fingers burned my skin even through the fabric of my dress.

He sucked on my bottom lip. My brain fogged over at the thought of him sucking other parts of me. My back arched, my breasts pressing against his front. Shivers ran through me as my stiff nipples found delicious friction.

With one smooth motion he gripped my thighs, forcing one leg over his lap until I was straddling him on the piano bench. My dress rode up to my waist. I let out an embarrassing squeak as I found myself pressed against the front of his jeans.

His cock felt impossibly hard, even through the fabric of my cotton panties. Panties that were quickly becoming damp with arousal. I could feel the outline of his cock straining against his zipper.

I remembered my earlier desire to touch him and placed my hand against that bulge. I explored the shape of him through his jeans. He let out a groan. I flushed with pleasure. I made him that hard. I made him desire me that much.