Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) by Karolyn James, K James

the morning, staring at
Becky, knowing he’d have to leave, but right then Chris didn’t care.
    He took Becky into her room and
when her feet touched the floor, his hands went to work. Her shirt was barely
off her fingers before he touched her pants. The few flicks of  his wrists and
he had his hands against her hips, touching her panties, guiding her pants
down. Becky looked at him, almost flustered, looking like she was desperate to
come up with something to say. Chris just gently shook his head. He put his
hands to Becky’s face and held her. She stepped out of her pants, remaining in
just bra and panties.
    Chris didn’t want to say anything
to ruin the moment. He smiled and Becky gave him a nervous smile of her own.
Chris pressed his lips to Becky’s. They kissed over and over, Chris slowly
offered his tongue, tasting the sweetness of Becky’s thin lips.
    Chris ran his fingertips along
Becky’s silky shoulders and down her back. He felt her shiver and tasted her as
she moaned into his mouth. He was harder than ever by then, unable to control
what her body wanted. Not that he had to worry about it, Becky had obviously
made her position quite clear.
    She wanted Chris.
    And Chris wanted her.
    His fingers moved along the lines
of her bra and he skipped the clasp, teasing Becky. He kept going, following
down to the small of her back. He pulled then, forcing Becky tight against his
body. Their mouths opened and the hot kiss suddenly got hotter. Becky had her
hands at Chris’s sides, holding tight, digging her nails into his skin when he
touched all the right spots.
    At her panties, Chris didn’t stop.
His hands went in and he cupped her behind, pulling Becky to her toes. He
thrust at her. Then his hands came around, one hand stopping at Becky’s hip,
the other still moving. At the front of Becky, his fingers found soft, smooth
skin that lead to her delicate center. Becky slightly parted her legs, just
enough to allow Chris to touch her. With one finger he guided between Becky’s
softness and touched her. She moaned again and Chris groaned. His entire body
ached for her.
    Their kiss came to an end and Becky
took a small step back and looked down, eyeing Chris’s hands in her panties,
one hand between her legs. She looked at him and reached back, unsnapping her bra.
She moved her arms and let her bra fall forward. The sight of her breasts,
their warm color, pink rose nipples, small and erect, was all Chris could
handle. His hands were suddenly back in control. He grabbed Becky’s panties and
forced them down. She cried out at the sudden change of pace. Chris then
grabbed her backside again and lifted her.
    Chris dropped Becky to the bed and
guided Becky’s bra off the rest of her arms and threw it to the floor. He then
set his sights to her panties, sliding them down her legs further until she was
able to kick them off. Chris watched the way Becky’s body moved, looked, felt.
His hands couldn’t explore her enough. And it wasn’t just at the most sensitive
of areas either. From the silky feel of her legs, up to her hips, to her arms,
and finally to her face. His eyes devoured her, memorizing her body, the way
she breathed, the look in her eyes, the way she kept her left leg slightly bent
as if she were just the slightest bit self conscious about her body.
    Everything about it was perfect.
    Everything about Becky was
beautiful.
    Chris kissed her again and Becky
put a hand to the back of his head, wanting him to stay just like that. Her
other hand started at Chris’s shoulder but quickly slid down his back. She
pushed at his lower back, letting him know that she wanted him. Chris lowered
himself gently, not wanting to force Becky into anything. Then it occurred to
him that he actually cared about how Becky felt. That, if she asked, he would
have stopped dead in his tracks and did anything she asked him to do.
    But Becky didn’t stop him.
    When Chris touched her warm center,
Becky sighed into his mouth and she