Jennifer and Rocket (The Princesses of Silicon Valley Book 6) by Anita Claire Page A

so I can get into her. We both look down, our heads resting on each other’s shoulders, as we watch our two bodies merge. We must be on the same frequency because the rhythm is perfect. Her gasps get stronger. When she throws her head back and arches her back, I grab a hold of her long, silky hair and wrap it around my hand. Then I take the rhythm up a bit. I feel her running over the edge as I pull her hair, just enough to make her orgasm better. I let myself go. Now I’m free to enjoy the tingle before the bliss of actually coming.
    Now this is heaven!
    I release her hair and hold Jennifer in my arms as she comes down and melts into me. Damn, if we’re this good now, what will it be like when we actually figure each other out?

Chapter 18 – Hair Cut
Jennifer
     
    When he said that his piercing made sex better, I thought it was a lie. I’m not sure if it’s the piercing or the man, but sex with Rocket is mind numbingly wonderful.
    After last weekend, I didn’t think I could be closer or more in unison with another human being. Even when we take a break from his bed in his studio, our bodies search and react with each other.
    In the morning, I make Rocket take me home. I need to change into more appropriate attire. Not wanting to be apart from him, I grab my schoolwork and bring it to his place. On Sunday, we sit with our feet intertwined at Rocket’s little kitchen table. I work on my lesson plans while he is busy doing something on his computer. Unable to pull myself from his side Sunday night, we get up real early Monday morning so Rocket can drive me home. As we part, we decide that Rocket will come down on Wednesday and spend the night.
    ***
    Monday and Tuesday run similar to last week. Using all my energy, I successfully focus on school. I look forward to bedtime when I get to cuddle up with Rocket’s voice. On Wednesday, I rush home to get my work done. At some point, Rocket calls to tell me he’s downstairs. Buzzing him in, I stand by the door of my apartment. My heart beats faster watching his tall, lean, virile form heading down the hall toward me. Rocket has this sexy way of cocking his head that makes it look like he’s appraising every situation. His face isn’t classically handsome, but his well-defined square jaw, high cheekbones, and strong features are breathtakingly masculine.
    Oh, my!
    The closer he gets, the stronger and harder my heart beats. He has a cocky smirk on his face, which totally unnerves me.
    Is this man really mine?
    As soon as he reaches me, he pulls me into his arms. With a deep kiss, we collide and merge into one. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carries me into my apartment, shutting my front door with his foot. Thankfully Kara isn’t yet home, since we don’t make it into my room before we’ve undressed each other, making deep passionate love on my carpeted hallway. Breathing hard from sex, we still don’t want to let each other go.
    At some point, he picks me up. As he carries me into the bedroom, he says, “This hallway is too narrow and you’re going to get rug burns if we do what I want to do next.”
    When we finally come up for air, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms, my head comfortably relaxed on his well-developed pecs.
    “Are those all your craft projects?”
    One wall of my bedroom is filled top to bottom with shelves containing labeled plastic bins appropriately sized to house materials or projects. My chest constricts, I told Rocket I liked craft projects. My friends all make fun of how organized I am.
    Defensively, I explain, “It’s important for me to have everything well organized and labeled. Most of my projects have a lot of little pieces. You need to keep all the pieces together.”
    Rocket leans back to look at my face, “You’re not going to get any complaints from me. I have an entire building filled with materials and tools.”
    “Yes, but you’re an artist and all this is a hobby.”
    “Being an artist is a label, you don’t