STORY EXCERPT

Alicia gritted her teeth and stomped to the door, her heels hitting the hardwood floor with such force she was sure the sound could be heard outside. Ready to give the inconsiderate pain in the ass Mr. Smith a piece of her mind, she jerked open the door and froze. Her heart hammered in her chest. All the heated words she had been ready to say died on her tongue. She couldn't move as she gazed into the milk chocolate eyes of Derek Kadin.

He looked at her with an intensity that was hypnotizing. As she watched, his gaze dropped to her mouth and she imagined he wanted to kiss her. It was a body language used in countless romance novels and it always preceded a passionate kiss. And how often did a woman in a romance novel open a door and fall into a man's arms, into a passionate kiss? All the time! It was one of the many sad differences that separated fiction from reality.

He licked his lips, a slow easy slide of his tongue that sent tingles of awareness to her very core. She felt her nipples tighten, felt the throbbing of lust begin between her legs. He mentioned several times on the band's Internet post board he often became aroused while performing by a certain look from a certain type of woman in the crowd. She knew now exactly what he meant.

She watched his eyes change. Watched the surprise, the attraction, the need wash over him and silently thanked the powers that be that she was still holding onto the door as her legs began to liquefy. What she didn't see in his eyes was recognition. He didn't remember her. She fought the jab of disappointment at the realization. They only met once, three months ago, for a total of about three minutes. She had been one of hundreds of women he met that day and she knew she looked completely different with her hair pulled back and clad in dressy businesswoman attire than she had with her free-flowing hair, Façade tee and blue jean shorts. How could she expect him to remember her?

“Hello,” he said softly in that smooth, oh so sexy, oh so Derek Kadin voice she loved.

The single word was like a tongue in her ear and had the same erotic effect on her body. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think! She tried to form an appropriate single sentence to say in her mind but failed. Finally she managed a weak hello and was afraid he heard every sexual sensation she was feeling in the tone of her voice.

He's just a man. He's just a man. The silent chant came back to her in its relentless repeat. It prevented her from becoming a drooling, babbling idiot the last time but last time they had been surrounded by thousands of people. This time they were alone and, just a man or not, the man was standing only an arm's reach away.

“Mrs. Addison?” he asked.

Her head bobbed up and down stupidly.

“I'm Derek Smith. I apologize for arriving so late. The drive took longer than I expected.”

“It's—” She paused, swallowed, attempted to reach some level of composure. “It's no problem. Please, come in.” She stepped aside, pushed the door open wider allowing him room to enter.

He stepped inside the foyer, a suitcase in each hand. She closed the door, stole a look at his ass as he passed by her. She only meant to glance but once her gaze landed on those firm buttocks clad in skin-tight pants of black and brow leopard print she couldn't tear her eyes away. Not until he turned to face her and she realized she was now staring at his crotch. Her gaze jumped to his face.

Busted! He caught her. She knew it by the amusement she saw in his eyes, the slow lazy smile that curved his succulent lips, and felt all the heat in her body rise to redden her cheeks.

She searched quickly for something to say, some way to play off the not so subtle appraisal she had been giving the lower half of his body and settled for the first nonsexual thing that came to mind. “I'm sorry you're forced to carry your own luggage. We have servants that usually do that for our guests but they have turned in for the night.”

“It's okay. I usually travel light.” He was still smiling. His gaze never wavered from her face.

God, she couldn't think when he looked at her like that! Like he wanted to toss away the suitcases, back her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed.

Hello, reality check! This was Derek Kadin, the famous, utterly desirable, heavy metal heartthrob Derek Kadin, not some handsome Joe Doe off the street. The man could have nearly any woman he desired. Why would he want to fuck her?

“I could wake them…”

“Not unless you have something you would rather do than keep me company until I get settled in,” he interrupted her. His eyes sparkled with sexual innuendo.

Sweet Jesus! Maybe he was the one who needed the reality check.

The only thing I would rather do is you. “Let me get the key to your room,” Alicia said quickly, before she let the truth spill out. “Would you like something to drink? Soda, water, coffee…” She nearly said Crown but decided on the word alcohol instead. He registered under an assumed name because he desired privacy, anonymity. So far, she didn't believe he realized she knew who he really was but if she pinpointed what she knew to be his favorite choice of alcohol she may give herself away.

“Alcohol, please.”

Careful not to walk too close to him, knowing she would lose the bit of composure she managed to find if she did, she moved toward the gathering room doorway. “There is a fully stocked bar in there. Help yourself and I will go get the key.”

“Can I fix you one while I'm at it?”

It wasn't until then that she realized all the effects of the wine she drank earlier in the evening deserted her the instant she opened the door to find Derek Kadin on the porch. “Yes, please. I'll have whatever you're having.” She knew it would be Crown Royal and she normally didn't care for the hard brown liquors but right now she needed something strong.

ADULT EXCERPT

He ravaged her mouth, slowly back-stepping her to the bedroom, stopping beside the bed. Her head fell back on a moan as his lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck. She felt his hands move up her back to hook one finger under each strap of her dress, leaned in to bury his face in her hair. “If you're having any second thoughts at all, think you will have any regrets in the morning, tell me now. Once I have you naked I won't be able to stop this time.”

Stop! Oh dear heavens above please don't stop. Unable to say the words, she answered him instead by slipping a hand between them and boldly cupping his cock. His intake of breath was quick, shocked and brought a smile to her face. Experimentally, she gently squeezed his rock-hard erection and knew the low moan that her pressured touch drew out of him would forever play on repeat in her mind.

It was all the answer he needed. With one practiced fluid motion, he pulled the straps from her shoulders and the dress fell from her body. He gazed down at her, took in her nakedness with a slow, easy, appreciative appraisal. “God knows I am not complaining sweetheart, but do you own any underwear?”

Alicia let out a nervous laugh. “A few pieces.”

“Throw them out.” His voice became hoarse as his hands began to explore. “These curves,” he lifted her breasts with his palms, “are far too perfect to be confined.” He bent slightly and drew one breast into his mouth.

Alicia's hand slid over his shaved head, loving the feel of his skin under her palm, and gripped the back of his neck as he feasted on first one breast and then the other. The feel of his mouth on her, the tender way he nibbled at her nipples with his teeth was more sensational than anything she ever known. So much so that when he pulled away and straightened before her, she nearly wept.

They gazed wordlessly at one another under the dim stars sparkling from the ceiling. Alicia didn't wait for an invitation, couldn't wait for him to make the next move. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached up to undo his tie.

When the knot was released, his hands joined hers to pull the tie from around his neck. Grasping it at both ends, he brought it over her head, draped it across the back of her neck and used it to pull her head to him for another soul steeling kiss. His movements were so quick, so tenderly forceful they sent an agonizing throb straight to her groin.

Her hands still between them, she quickly fumbled to release the buttons on his shirt. She managed to get the first three undone before frustration took over. She gripped one side of the material in each hand and pulled, popping the remaining buttons and effectively exposing the chest she so desperately wanted to feel.

Pleasantly surprised, he broke the kiss, leaned back slightly to look at her, one brow raised and amusement twinkling in his eyes.

She bit her bottom lip to hold back a grin. “Sorry. I'll buy you another one.” She submerged her fingers in the dark curls covering his chest. His quick intake of breath was surprising and satisfying.

“Please, keep going. I doubt I'll ever wear these clothes again anyway.” As he spoke, he purposely popped the buttons binding the shirt to his wrists and removed the garment, discarding it to the floor.

“In that case…” Alicia trickled the tip of one fingernail down his chest, following the trail of curls leading down his tight abdomen and stomach to the waistband of his slacks. Gripping the overlapping flap with two fingers, she tugged, snapping the button there too. “Not very well put together, are they?”

He laughed, a breathless, husky sound she'd never heard from him. “I take it nothing gets in your way when you set your eyes on something you want.”

“Not a thing,” she affirmed, pulling the flap of his pants a little harder. The sound of the zipper ripping echoed through the room. “You and I are alike in that way at least.”

“That we are.” His breath grew ragged as her hands moved over him, tugged down his ruined slacks to reveal a pair of solid black briefs.

She tsked. “You're trying to make me work for him, aren't you?” She pulled down the briefs before he could respond.

His cock sprang out before darting up to lay flat against his stomach. Alicia stared. She knew she failed to hide her surprise when she heard him make the slightest of laughs. The laugh halted on a sharply drawn in breath when she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He was thick, much thicker than she gauged from the bulge she often admired behind the confines of his leather pants.

Her hand slowly pumped his cock in an up-down slide, testing the ample length. She heard the air rush from his lungs as she lightly skimmed her thumb over the pre-cum beading on the tip. Her mouth watered wanting to taste him, wanting to wrap her lips around his engorged cock and see just how much of his length she could take.

Before she could act on that desire, Derek cupped her chin in his hand, drawing her gaze to his. His expression was serious, all the heat, all the arousal inside him depicted in his eyes.

She released his cock, her arms moving up to their place around his neck as his mouth slammed on hers. Their tongues twisted, tangled, and began a two-person mosh pit in the darkness of their mouths. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck in one hand while the other pulled her closer with gentle force on the small of her back.

Alicia moved one leg around his opening herself, pushing her lower body against his and rocked, grinding the outer folds of her pussy against his stiff dick. He groaned into her mouth, his hand releasing her hair as both hands moved to cup her buttocks. When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist locking her ankles behind his back. Slowly, tenderly, as though she were a delicate rose petal, he lowered them both to the bed never breaking the kiss or the hold they had on each other.

He pushed a hand between them, found the narrow patch of curls that led to her open sex. She was wet, throbbing, burning with need. He broke the kiss, caressed her cheek with his free hand, looking down at her as he delved a finger inside her aching channel. Her eyes closed as the pleasure swept through her. She unlocked her ankles, planted her feet flat on either side of them, her knees bent. She pushed into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed to meet his inward plunge. His finger withdrew, slid up to her swollen clit and began a slow agonizing massage. The pressure increased inside her, begging for release.

“Derek.” His name was a hoarse cry in the silence broken only by the quiet sound of music drifting from the other room. It was then that she heard it, the soft piano melody of her song, their song just beginning to play.

“Let go Alicia.” He whispered it as he continued to massage her bud, pulling her closer to the climax she so desperately needed. “Cum for me. This is only the first of many orgasms I plan to give you tonight.”