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moving on to kiss along her neck. Cruel, almost bite-like kisses that left her in no doubt this was going to go exactly when and where he wanted it to. A shudder went through her body. She wanted it and badly. Even like this, rough and angry. Especially like this. She reached out to stroke him through his pants, needing to feel that familiar hardness. He moved subtly, blocking her move.
    "Not yet." He sucked her nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth and suckled hard. Zette's head fell back, his hand supporting her, urging her to arch her back for him as he feasted on her generous breasts. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he curled his fingers inside her, searching for the sensitive spot buried behind her pelvis. "I want to taste you, want you to come for me first."
    She moaned for an answer, no longer able to frame a coherent answer. Especially when he slid to his knees, his 51
    Rockstar
    by Mina Carter
    fingers sliding from her to push her thighs open wider. Baring more of her to his view. A flush covered her cheeks and she shifted as if to cover herself. He growled warningly, hard hands holding her open for him.
    "I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot." The words were breathed right against her sex, the puff of his breath whispering over her hyper-sensitive clit. Her hips jerked a little in response, a movement lost as he looped her legs over his broad shoulders, his thumbs parting her folds.
    The first warm brush of his tongue was fantastic, sparks erupting behind Zette's eyelids. The second was delicious torture. By the third she was writhing in need, her hands buried in the short spikes of his hair as she urged him on.
    His tongue flicked over her clit, dancing over her, each flick coiling the tension low in her belly higher. Soft, breathy moans escaped her as he added nibbles and sucks to the onslaught, a sensual salvo so intense the hard knot of tension building in her shattered abruptly. Pleasure exploded from her core through her body, her hips jerking in response as she groaned.
    He didn't give her time to clear her head, her body still humming with pleasure as he swept her up into his arms. He strode through her apartment as though he owned the place, glancing into doors until he found the bathroom.
    She blinked in surprise as he placed her gently on her feet, his hands smoothing the thick robe from her shoulders. She'd been expecting the bedroom. Expecting him to stride in there, drop her on the bed and finish what he'd started. Expected him to fuck her there and then. She flicked a glance up at him 52
    Rockstar
    by Mina Carter
    through her lashes as, silently, he took her hand and helped her into the water. His features were set, almost feral.
    Zette shivered, sinking down into the water as he stripped off his jacket to roll his shirt sleeves up over muscled forearms. He was dressed for the evening. The event she'd not turned up at.
    "Don't look at me that way. Or so help me God, I'll pull you out of that water and screw you on the damn floor!" His voice was tight with need and something else. Frustration?
    Anger? She didn't know what but he was angry with her, seemed angry at wanting her. Was that it? He was annoyed because he found her attractive?
    Thoughts and questions swirled silently in Zette's mind, brushed aside as he kneeled next to the bath. His hand fisted in her hair as he brought his lips down on hers again. His kiss was just as hot as before, but the warm brush of his mouth was somehow gentler as he explored her. Tasting, teasing, sipping from her lips as his free hand dipped into the water to stroke along her skin.
    He lifted his head, lips clinging for an instant, as though reluctant to release her. In silence he washed her, the sensual glide of his hands over her skin turning Zette on all over again. Someone, somewhere had taught this man how to turn a simple bath into a weapon of seduction. Senses already shattered by the explosive climax in the hall, Zette didn't stand a chance,