Page 61 of Searching for Bristol
She glanced up at him, and the look in her eyes was impossible to resist. His head lowered without thought. They’d kissed plenty already…but somehow, this time seemed different.
Her hand brushed against his beard, then she began to stroke it. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped even as he kissed her.
“What?” she asked, smiling a little herself.
“You’re petting me,” he said.
“Can’t help it. Your beard is actually really soft. And I like how it feels against my face when you kiss me,” she said.
“Yeah?” he asked, secretly delighted.
“Uh-huh.”
“I’d cut it off if you asked me to,” he admitted.
Her eyes opened wide in alarm. “What? No! I mean, first of all, it’s your face, I have no right to say something like that. But second, I’m not sure I’d recognize you without it.”
“I dated a woman once who hated it. Said it made me lookignorant. That if I cleaned myself up, people would take me more seriously.”
“Fuck her!” Bristol said in a vicious tone.
Rocky blinked in surprise. He hadn’t heard her swear like that before. But the fact that she’d done so in defense ofhimmade Rocky feel good.
“I mean, seriously, could she be any dumber? Or is it more dumb? Anyway, I think you are incredibly handsome exactly the way you are. And if you wanted to grow your beard down to your knees, you should do it.”
Rocky chuckled. “Not gonna happen, Punky.”
She smiled up at him. “Right. Anyway, you be you, Rocky. I like your beard. It fits you.”
In response, he nuzzled the sensitive spot near her ear. Bristol tilted her head, giving him more room and letting out an adorable and sexy-as-hell moan. The hand that had been petting his beard tightened, holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping her from melting away. The slight pain from her pulling his beard morphed into a desire so intense, it was all he could do to keep from throwing her back on the couch and stripping her completely naked and having his wicked way with her.
His cock thickened, and he closed his lips around her earlobe and sucked. Hard.
“Rocky!” she exclaimed.
He nibbled on the little piece of flesh, loving how she squirmed against him. He lifted his head and asked, “Yeah?”
She stared up at him for a beat and said bluntly, “I want you.”
It was almost scary how quickly he responded to those three little words. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and bring her to his room to show her how far she’d buried herself under his skin, but he forced himself to remain calm. “I want you too, Bristol.”
She smiled shyly, and Rocky was relieved he hadn’t done anything rash. She might have been brave enough to admit she wanted him, but she still seemed a little timid. He palmed the side of her neck. His thumb rested in the hollow of her throat, and his fingers speared into her hair as he leaned down once more.
He took his time with the next kiss. Nibbling. Brushing his lips against her own. Teasing her until she was arching against him and once again pulling on his beard to try to get him to kiss her like he meant it.
Giving in to her demands, because he’d pretty much reached the limits of his own control, Rocky slanted his mouth over hers and showed her with his lips and tongue how much he desired her.
He had no idea how long they’d been kissing, but when he finally lifted his lips to take a break, Bristol was lying flat on her back on the couch, and he was pressed against her side, his back to the cushions. He was glad he hadn’t flattened her in his desire-fueled haze. One of her hands was shoved under his T-shirt, where she was caressing his bare chest, and the fingers of her other hand were under the waist of his jeans, playing with the skin of his upper ass.
His own hand was clutching her nape, holding her tightly against him. The other was holding one of her perfect tits, squeezing and caressing over his cotton T-shirt that she’d been wearing every night.
The feel of her under him, against him, was pure bliss. She was tiny, but packed so much sexual allure in her small stature that he knew they would be combustible.
“Don’t stop,” she said in a soft, low voice he barely recognized.
Smiling, he lowered his head to continue where they’d left off…when he realized what had made him pause in the first place. The sound of his phone ringing.
“Shit,” he muttered.
