Mattress Music (Rock Starz Book 1) by Lily Harlem

Author:Lily Harlem [Harlem, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2016-08-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Four

We raced along the winding zoo pathways so fast I noticed several people watching us. I wondered if they’d guessed the reason for our haste. Ian ignored them, slipping on his shades and leather and tugging his cap lower. His hand was entwined with mine and I found myself having to take two steps to his one.

We jumped into a waiting cab and Ian barked an address in Kensington at the driver.

“Nice,” I said, pulling a suitably impressed face.

“Yeah,” he said, “it is.” He scooped me up and set about kissing me again, long, slow and indulgent, but at the same time I sensed raw desire radiating from him. It matched mine—barely harnessed and carnal.

He lives alone.

A delighted flicker clenched my stomach muscles. Soon we’d have privacy. I was throbbing with the need to come, to come under Ian’s touch, to come with Ian. I just needed him so badly it was like needing to breathe. I couldn’t remember feeling anything like this before.

The plastic girls ain’t got nothing I need

Gimme real life, give me real skin, gimme real love—

It was that song again, blasting through the cab and vibrating the sound system.

“This is Manic Machines’ best one yet, mate,” the driver shouted over his shoulder. “I love it.” His buggy, bespectacled eyes stared through the rearview mirror at us.

“Yep,” Ian said scooting forward. He slid the glass partition across with a click— instantly silencing both the music and the driver.

“I thought you liked that one?” I said, curling my arm back around the solid muscles of his waist.

“I do. I just don’t want to be disturbed by his music critique. I’m very busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.” His mouth pressed on mine again and I forgot all about the backseat music as his tongue traced the outline of my lips.

We alighted hastily and I looked up at the imposing building Ian was scurrying me into. It was a high-rise constructed mainly of black glass and steel. It was out of place amongst the period Georgian houses, but it looked sleek and elegant just the same.

With his palm pressed at the small of my back, Ian urged me into the minimalist marble lobby. “Hey,” he said to an older guy in a navy uniform sitting behind a high desk.

The older guy, “Ted”, it said on his brass name badge, grinned and touched his finger to his hat. “Good day, sir.”

Ian called the elevator and I shifted my feet. Heart racing, I looked up at the high ceiling. “This is a bit posh,” I whispered out of the corner of my mouth.

“I came into a few quid,” he said, staring straight ahead as the elevator doors opened. We stepped in and as soon as the door shut he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. I returned his passion, slipping my hands up the inside of his t-shirt and absorbing the heat and power of his gorgeous back into my palms. He did the same to me and managed to undo my bra.

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