Rock Me All Night by Katherine Garbera

part in any of his vows and that tonight he had to show her in no uncertain terms exactly what she meant to him.
    He knew the price he’d pay. Leaving himself vulnerable to her…well, it wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate.
    Her hands rested on his chest, toying with the strands of hair there. Tiny shivers danced down his spine. He closed his eyes, grappling for control. “Have I made you wish you’d gone home?”
    He rubbed his erection against the center of her body. “Does this feel like it?”
    â€œWell, what are you waiting for?”
    He pushed the thin material covering her body up and over her head, tossing it away with a flick of his wrist. He leaned back then and just stared at her. She was beautiful to him already, her physical form the last piece in completing the masterpiece that was Lauren.
    Her skin had a natural olive tone to it and her breasts were full but not large, topped with those tempting pink nipples that he’d been dying to taste. Her legs were long and smooth. He skimmed one hand down her left leg. Her toes were painted a fiery red and there was a toe ring on her second toe.
    He lifted her foot, caressing the slim gold band. “Who gave you this?”
    â€œI did. I just turned thirty, and it seemed appropriate.”
    He wanted to cover her in jewels. To mark her on the outside as his so that every man who saw her knew she wasn’t available.
    But it was too soon for that. And he wasn’t the possessive type. He nibbled his way up her leg, stopping when he reached the top of her thigh. He could smell her arousal and it made him see red. He was ready for her.
    He pushed her thighs farther apart and lowered his head to taste her. He parted her with his thumbs. She moaned and her hands clutched at his head, her hips lifting toward his mouth.
    Groaning, he leaned forward and tasted her. She was hot and spicy. He took her hands from his head and pushed them up her body, over her breasts. He massaged her with her own hands as he continued to feast on her very delicate flesh.
    She thrashed on the bed under him. She caressed her breasts without his encouragement and he skimmed his hands down her body. Grabbing her butt, he lifted her up higher, opened her wider to his questing tongue. Tasted her deeper. Her body started to tighten around his tongue and then she shuddered.
    He slid up her body, tasting every inch of her skin. She scratched her nails down his back and around his waist to his zipper. She pushed his pants down his hips, then pushed them off with her feet.
    She repeated the move with his boxers. He almost came when she lifted herself up against him. The movement made her entire body undulate against his, and it was the last straw.
    He positioned himself and entered slowly. She was hot and wet and so damned tight. He froze as he realized he’d totally forgotten a condom. He pulled out of her body. He hadn’t brought any condoms with him tonight. And that wasn’t like him.
    Dammit.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” she asked. Her eyes were slumberous. Her body flushed with desire and her hips lifted, rubbing her wetness over his erection.
    He groaned, thrusting against her.
    â€œProtection?” he asked. Grunted would be a more accurate description. He could barely think, much less speak.
    â€œI’m on the Pill,” she said, reaching between them and taking him in her hand. She caressed the length of him and then rubbed her finger over the tip.
    She drew him to her opening, and he tightened his grip on her hips and thrust inside. It was like coming home. He stopped thinking. He knew the sounds she made in her climb to orgasm now and held on until he heard them.
    Her legs tightened around his waist and she made that small gasp as she climaxed. He lifted her hips higher so he could go deeper, thrust all the way home.
    Then his orgasm washed over him and he calledher name. He rested on her as they both came back to earth,