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Title: Rock Hardest
Author: M.J. Roberts
Series: Chord Brothers
Genre: Rockstar Romance
About Rock Hardest:
- J. Casarez is stuck working in her family’s restaurant until her cousin calls her to audition. Cole’s not expecting a female drummer. Yet from the first beat they sizzle. But there’s no way she’s getting involved with a privileged, pretty boy.
Catch Up on the Series:
I push her shoulders away slightly, but I feel a gush of heat through the layers of material between us, and I shudder.
“This.” I point from her chest to mine and back again. “I can’t do it unless it means something.” My mouth turns to desert. Everything. “I can’t…with you…” her smell… “Without…something…meaning…” she rubs a hand down her cleavage. Oh. I can’t think. “Important…”
She kisses me, hot passion pouring into her tongue as she licks the seam of my lips and I open for her. Her tongue dances over mine, controlling, high jacking any thoughts, all resistance. My groan is a dragon dying.
“No…” it’s a pitiful protest, half-cry, half-whimper, totally unbelievable. It sounds like ‘please, yes.’
“Well,” she says, “then we’ll have to make this time mean something.”
“Special…” I croak out.
T. J. laughs, victory making the sound a powerful aphrodisiac shooting lightning through my veins. She kisses down my neck, the top of my chest, swiftly heading south. To stop her I grab a quick, hard fistful of her hair, stopping her.
“I’m not doing this if it’s a one-time deal. Hard no.”
She looks up, and the blaze of lust the slight pull on her hair caused her threatens to throw me over the edge right there.
She raises one eyebrow, licks her lip, and looks down toward my dick.
“Absolutely not. If you’re thinking once and bam, we can stop right here. I’m not doing that to you. You are not…disposable. Not cheap…not… a girl I’d do that to. You’re magnetic. I am not worthy of you.”
She looks around, as much as she can with my death grip on her hair. “You’re worth like a hundred times me.”
“Noooo…” Not net worth. Worthy.
She licks the skin on me she can reach, and thoughts fly like skittish ravens scattering.
“What was I saying?”
“You want me to lick you like an ice cream cone?”
“Yes. And I want to do the same to you. Over and over for weeks, months, and years on end.”
She snorts. I let go of her. Buzzkill.
T. J. leans up, pressing her breasts against my chest.
“How about we compromise. Not one night, not one year. This week. While we’re here, before we go back to Europe.” She looks at me from under her lashes. “Please…” she says in a sexy, baby doll voice.
Yes. YES. Maybe if we make love for a week, she won’t stop.
She sucks my thumb suggestively and I cave.