Breath to Bear: A Second Chance, Rockstar Romance

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“Let’s go home.” His voice is commanding and rough from singing.

Perfection.

While we wait until the valet brings the car around, his hand rests on the small of my back causing heat to radiate from that single spot like tentacles spreading throughout my body. He holds the car door open for me as I slip into the front seat of his Audi convertible. The top is down, and when we take off, my hair flies around my face in utter chaos, mimicking the beating of my heart. At this hour the streets are nearly deserted and Jack shifts gears as we move through the Venice neighborhoods. He hasn’t said anything since he approached me in the club, but the intensity of his driving says enough.

The powerful way he hits the clutch and downshifts as he turns corners causes me to squirm in my seat. All I can think about is what will happen when we get back to his beach house and I squeeze my legs tighter to suppress the ache. I rub my sweaty palms over my thighs. A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps giving me away as they form along my arm.

The car comes to a stop in the driveway and Jack shoves the gearshift into park. His hand remains on it, the veins raised as he grips the knob. I lick my lips as my gaze travels up his tattooed arm to reach his face.

“Jack.” I whisper, breaking the silence, and gently put my hand over his.

I need to touch him, to feel the connection seep into my skin and race through my veins until it explodes into my heart.

He swiftly reaches over to grip the back of my neck, pulling me over the console between us while his lips forcefully take mine. My stomach tightens at the bruising violent way he takes my mouth. The hiss of his breath causes heat to flow like a river down to my core. There is an invisible hold, a gold thread wound so tight around me I couldn’t pull away even if I tried. His tongue slides along mine, dipping in and out, causing me to whimper as he gently bites and pulls at my bottom lip. His erection presses sweetly against me. I am left wanting so much more when he pulls back to look at me.

I lean into his hand like a cat wanting to be petted as he touches my cheek. I grab onto his wrist holding him in place. My eyes refocus on the tattoo covering his sinewy forearm, and through the darkness, I can make out his intense blue eyes staring back at me.

I want him.

I want him to be mine, but he’s somewhere else, someone else’s. Right now, I don’t care, the need inside of me tamping down any reservations. I’m ready to give him everything, even letting him take me right here in the car if he wanted.

He has the power to break me.

And break me, he will.

My hand travels up his arm, feeling every muscle and every vein until I grab hold of his shirt, gathering it in the palm of my hand like the desperate, needy woman I am.

I give in to the intoxicating scent of him, falling deeper, stretching farther into the void. He smells of aftershave and sweat that has settled and dried on his skin from exertion. The taste of coffee invading my senses as his tongue slides along my lips and slips inside in the most erotic way, all while his hands declare my body as his. I love the feel of his weight against mine, and I arch further into him like a flower bending towards the sun.

With the top down, I have enough room to rise above him, lifting my hands towards the night sky as he pulls the sweater above my head while trailing kisses along my exposed collarbone. Each one a promise igniting a flame inside me. I grind my hips against him, chasing the sweet release of the building pressure between my legs. With just enough force to expel a breath from my lungs, Jack grips my hair and pulls my head back so he can nip at my hardened n*****s through my shirt.

At any moment, I feel as if am about to fall over the edge into the unknown.

How can this man make me feel this good without even entering me?

I whimper like a dog whose bone has just been taken away when he releases me so he can exit the car, pulling me with him. My legs take a moment to process the signal from my brain, and I lean against the car for support watching as he runs the back of his hand across his lips. He tracks my movements as I stumble around to the front of the car, the black shiny paint reflecting light from the lamppost. A slight breeze moves across my heated body like a soft caress as I tip my head to the sky.

The soft sound of Jack’s feet against the asphalt of the driveway gain my attention. He stands before me, blending into the darkness of the night, a foreboding presence, a twin flame because the heat radiating off him matches my own. The hood takes my weight as he settles his body between my legs, weaving his fingers through my hair and bringing my mouth to his for a possessive kiss. I press my breasts into his chest, wanting, needing to make any kind of contact with him. His touch is addictive, flickers of flame l*****g up my sides, across my stomach, over the curves of my a*s as his hands travel over my body.

I feel like a teenager as we grope each other in the driveway not wanting to break apart for the few seconds it would take to walk to the front door. A porch light turning on from across the street causes him to break contact with my lips and he rests his cheek against mine, watching and waiting. I smile against the thickness of his hair, breathing it in, the smell of smoke and shampoo. I run my fingers through the thick locks, smoothing down the wild tangles. My fingers trace his jawline feeling the rough stubble knowing exactly how these tiny hairs feel against the tender insides of my thighs.

With my lips close to his ear, I whisper to him impatiently, “Take me to bed.” My words cause his muscles to tighten.

As he pulls back to look at me, I am forced to realize that this man steals my every breath. It’s not in the beautiful planes of his face, or those gorgeous blue eyes but in his very presence.

With gentleness and ease, he lifts me off the hood, my legs wrapping around his waist, he carries me to the steps and up to the front porch. I am lost in his steel arms feeling every bit protected, treasured and desired. I laugh as he tries to unlock the door, fumbling with the keys and nearly dropping them in his haste to balance me and find the lock at the same time. I can tell he’s frustrated and desperate to get me inside.

“Don’t laugh. I will f**k you right here on the front porch.” He growls and I instantly lose my grin, gulping loudly. I have no doubt he would make good on that promise.

He inserts the key in the lock and drops them carelessly as he lets me down, backing me up against the door to close it shut with a click. Resting his hand against the frame above of my head, he looks down at me with eyes that promise to do very bad things to me. Heat gathers between my legs, and I am screaming inside for release that my body shakes with anticipation. I’m afraid the moment he touches me, the bomb that has been ticking away will detonate.

Before he can reach for me, I drop to my knees slowly and watch as his expression changes from shock to desire. I give a tug to his belt, pulling it free from its buckle. The leather rough and worn but soft to the touch, just like him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his breath escapes from his parted lips. I am turned on by his reaction and the control I have over him, no matter how fleeting it is. He treats me to a low growl from deep within his diaphragm as the material of his jeans yawns open for me. My fingers roam that delicious V pointing down into the waistband of his underwear.

When I grab onto his length, he tips his head back and his stomach muscles tighten and quiver. The affect I have on him is euphoric and powerful.

I want him to feel the way I do.

Utterly lost.

My tongue darts out and runs along his silky skin before I take him into my mouth. I feel his hands in my hair, gripping the strands as he tries to dictate my movements.

“f**k,” he rasps, as he fights to control himself.

If there is one thing I know for certain about Jack, it’s that he likes to be in control at all times.

His hands loosen their grip, letting me move freely. I use my tongue to tease him as I move up and down his length. His hips move to meet me and just when I find a rhythm, he pulls me up, his c**k popping free from my mouth and pins me to the door. His chest heaves with each breath and his mouth is only inches from mine. Through thick lashes, he watches as I run my tongue along my bottom lip in nervous anticipation. The feel of his fingers digging into my waist is the kind of pain that makes me wet. He crashes his mouth onto mine as I run my hands through his thick hair, desperate for him.

Tangled, heated, and breathless, I can’t get enough of him as he steers me toward the bedroom. Although, I gladly would have let him take me against the door. As we enter the bedroom, the urgency slows to the same cadence as the blood pumping beneath my skin, slow and steady. It feels as if time slows when I take a moment to run my hands along his rib cage to pull the shirt over his head, revealing the smooth inked skin beneath. My finger nail scrapes across his chest, tracing the black lines that make up the beautiful artwork of a fallen angel, black and broken feathers scattered along his chest like the emotional scars he hides underneath.

I know my touch affects him by the way he breathes in a controlled manner because he is desperately trying not to slam me onto the bed and f**k me. Jack likes to be in control, denying himself quick gratification but instead, savoring in the deliciousness of anticipation, letting the pressure build until it cannot be contained any longer.

I like knowing how much he wants me.

I like feeling his erection against me, hard an unyielding.

He grabs onto my wrist to stop my fingers from tracing along his other tattoo, a smattering of stars, and pulls both my arms in the air as he rids me of my shirt. My jeans now discarded on the floor, his thumb seductively runs over my collarbone down to my breast, dipping into the top of my b*a and pulling the material down. My stomach quivers as his lips leave mine to run down my skin, l*****g, sucking and biting, promises of what is yet to come. I gasp and arch my back when his tongue runs over my sensitive and hard n****e, taking it into his mouth.

I fall effortlessly back onto the mattress as easily as if I were falling into the darkness with him. He crawls over my body in a predatory manner making my pulse race until his face is level with mine, hands on either side of me, pinning me to the bed. All he has to do is move his knees forward to cause my thighs to rise and wrap around his waist as if that’s what they were made to do.

He teases me with a kiss and then slowly moves back down my body, the rough stubble sending shivers across my body with the slightest brush to my skin. Locks of hair fall against my body like the tattooed feathers on his chest, as he kisses his way down to between my legs. His thumb moves over the center of my panties against my already throbbing clit and I moan. I’ve wanted his mouth on me since I saw him at the club.

“Is this what you want?” The roughness of his voice vibrating through the thin material of my panties nearly sends me over the edge.

“Yes.” My words come out almost inaudible as I writhe under his touch, craving him as much as I crave air.

I think I will lose my mind when he slides the material to the side, teasing me with a dip of his finger inside me and runs the wetness along my center.

“Mmm, Jack,” I pant, arching my back, unable to stay still. I’m so turned on that when his lips make contact, I throw my head back against the mattress. I’ve already been brought to the edge multiple times without him ever entering me, and it feels like I will explode any minute. The ache is so intense that I involuntarily try to close my legs to stop from going over the edge.

His fingers dig into my thighs. “Don’t ever close your legs to me,” he growls. I’m not the type of girl who likes to be told what to do, but for him and in this bed, I am oh so willing. I shakily open my legs to let him in, because whatever he wants right now, I’m giving.

He grabs ahold of my a*s, roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed. Just his presence between my legs is enough to make my thighs clench. With his hands on my hips, I can feel the head of his c**k barely skim the surface of my s*x. It’s like someone lit me on fire. My hips move in response, rolling against him, wanting all of him in me. With great restraint he continues to slide along my core, the fire growing stronger inside of me.

The sweetness of pleasure turns a dark corner into madness made of pure need to stop the ache inside of me.

“Stop teasing me.” I manage to bite out and watch as the curve of his beautiful lips turns into a smirk. I know he wants this just as bad as I do, and it angers me that he has me begging. He’s moving the head of his c**k along my aching s*x in an agonizingly slow pace, and my legs drop open even more.

“You want me to beg?” I ask breathlessly.

He nods, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

I’ve never met a man who likes the chase more than Jack O’Donnell. He wants to see me helpless for him, and I am oh so helpless.

Those blue eyes make me melt inside, and I bite my lip as he peers down at me. “Please, Jack.” I whine. In response, he moves faster, rubbing against me, the friction so exquisite. There’s an inferno building inside. I reach up and grab his hair, pulling his lips to mine in desperation. I’m so close, rolling my hips to meet him, moving faster, my breathing erratic. I could c*m this way and he knows it.

“Not yet,” he whispers, sweet like honey but lethal as venom.

Without warning, he pushes in deep, and I look into his eyes, mouth wide, fingers griping his hair, a moan leaving my lips in a broken, breathless tone. His mouth hovers over mine, our breaths becoming one unable to move, the sweet wave of pleasure leaving us both immobilized. When his lips meet mine, the kiss is so slow, so sweet, I want to dissolve into him. He moves inside of me like a slow and sensual dance taking me under his spell.

The whines and whimpers are hard to suppress, and at this point, I am past being self-conscious.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers, and I come undone.

My belly quivers, my thighs shake, and the fire burns through my veins as I combust. I ride the wave as he slams into me, filling me, ruining me for every other man.

Holy f**k, Jack O’Donnell.

THREE In The Depths of You