On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Jade C. Jamison

my collarbone and I drew in a deep breath as I felt my nipples tighten again.  He realized then that he wasn’t going to have to try very hard to take care of me.  He smiled then and brought his lips to mine, just brushing them a little as his finger started moving downward, down into my cleavage.  God, my nipples couldn’t get any tighter.  As he removed his lips from mine to brush over my neck again, I felt what little air was in my body drift out of my mouth.  He wasn’t moving quickly but I couldn’t keep up just the same, and my hands were clenched into fists at my side.  What I really wanted to do with them was dig into his flesh to either keep myself grounded or demand that he do what he’d promised.
    His fingers drifted around to my back and it was just a few seconds before I felt my bra loosen around my frame.  I felt a little odd, a bit naughty, and a lot excited that I was with an older man, and I wanted to see if he could fulfill his promise.  He moved his fingers slowly, I think to add to the sense of anticipation, and they felt like hot coals as he drifted them up my shoulders before looping his fingers on the straps and pulling them down.
    It was achingly slow.
    I bit my lip to stop myself from demanding anything of him and I kept my fists balled so I didn’t grab him.  At last, he pulled the front of the bra down my arms and he kept his eyes on the front of me to see what would be revealed, as if I were part of a magic show.
    “Pink.  Lovely.”  I looked down so I could see what he was talking about.  Ah, the color of my areolas.  I didn’t know it at the time, but apparently he was a breast man.  He relished everything about them—color, shape, size, perkiness, roundness, and more.  He brushed his fingertips along the sides of my breasts and I felt the areolas and nipples respond once more, growing tight and hard from his endless attention.  I buried my teeth farther into my lip, hoping to maintain a little self-control, but that did nothing to help me get a handle on the crazy way I was feeling.  Holy shit.  I felt alive and on fire and full of vibrations.
    I was a captive audience and he’d barely done a thing.
    He brought an index finger and thumb together over one nipple and rubbed it until I had to close my eyes.  He lowered his head so he could lick the other one before drawing it into his mouth.  I couldn’t help the loud breath that rushed out of my mouth and I wrapped my fingers in his hair, unable to contain myself any longer.  He took his tongue and drew a line back down the mound of my breast to my cleavage and then he looked in my eyes.  “I wanted to take you over on the weight machine, but it would have been a little too awkward.  Maybe another time.”  What was he saying?  Was he going to deny me after all his talk about taking care of me?  “Instead, I think I’m gonna have you sit in my chair over there…and then I’ll think about you all day long tomorrow while I sit there.”  I turned my head to look at his chair.  It was a swivel chair, high-backed, covered in black leather.  “But first…”  He started kissing down the front of me again, between my breasts and then down past my navel until he got on his knees, and then he unbuttoned my jeans.  They were snug and so they weren’t easy to pull off my hips, so I helped until they were mid-thigh.  “Sit up on my desk.”
    I peeked over my shoulder and saw that there really wasn’t a place for me to sit, but I slid his nameplate out of the way and then rested my ass on the glass top.  By then he had my jeans down to my ankles and he was taking my boots off, followed by the pants.  He kissed one of my knees and then fingered the waistband of my black panties where they hugged my hip.  He gave me half a cockeyed smile.  “Let’s get you over to the chair.”
    When we got to the other side of the desk, he pulled me close, his hands squeezing my ass and pushing my body into his.  He