Rock Her by Liz Thomas Page A

head and pursed
her lips. “Well, Kip, you ARE full of surprises.”
    “Right,” Kip said leading her to the elevator. “So, when you
sleep with me again tonight, you don’t have to worry about breaking your made
up rule anymore about not hooking up with rockers.”
    Annie laughed, blushing. “You’re so much more than a rock star,
Kip,” Annie admitted.
    “Exactly,” Kip said as he pushed the button for the lobby and
the doors closed. Then he kissed her on the mouth and wrapped his arms around
her. He body was soft and warm, despite having just come in from the roof,
where the air was cold and wet. The elevator rocked slightly in the old
building, but it was a welcome movement as they grinded together. Kip tangled
his fingers in her soft hair and pulled her face tighter to his, then pushed
her back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. Annie’s hands slid up and
down his back. She let her nails scrape marks into his leather jacket.
    Then the door slid open and several people started to board,
and then backed off in embarrassment at the action taking place inside. Kip and
Annie paused and let their eyes swing to the door, even if their mouths did
not. Their lips stayed attached. Then they parted in smiles and pulled apart.
They both stepped out onto the ground floor of the McNamara building laughing
and breathing heavy.

 
 
 
    “Hungry yet, Annie?” Kip asked as they left the building and
headed north on the sidewalk.
    “Famished!” Annie said.
    “Let me take you to dinner, I know a place,” Kip said smiling
at her.
    “I bet you do. You know, Kip,” Annie said as they made their
way against foot traffic, “I do actually have a life.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “It’s just that I have spent the last forty eight plus hours
with you. Maybe I have other things to do?”
    Kip stopped and turned toward her, causing ripples in the flow
of pedestrians on the way to this place or that. Annie stopped also and cocked
her head toward him.
    “Well, do you?” Kip asked, seriously.
    Annie cracked a smile, and then they both broke out into a
laugh again.
    “I didn’t think so,” Kip said. They resumed their walk.
    “Actually, I lied again. I have no life. Where are we going to
eat?”
    “Well, for what I had in mind we are not dressed right,” Kip
said looking down at his jeans and leather jacket. “We should head back up to
the hotel room and change.”
    “Kip, I have no clothes there.”
    “Ah, a dilemma,” Kip said, holding up a finger. “We could just
stay there and not wear anything then.”
    “True,” Annie said. “But like I said, I am famished.”
    We could eat each other ,
Kip thought.
    “ Alrighty then,” Kip said spinning
around on the street, looking around him. Then he spied the fix. “Come with
me?” He did not wait for an answer. He grabbed Annie’s hand and led her out
into traffic, which was pretty much standing still anyway, and across the
street. He pulled her into a boutique.

 
    When they walked back out onto the busy walk a half an hour
later Annie was carrying her skirt, top and panties, bra and shoes in a canvas
bag with the words Monshelle’s Boutique on it. She
was now wearing a black backless dress with spaghetti straps that looked too
thin and weak to keep her chest covered in a strong wind. Luckily the weather
had lightened up. The dress was short, and she pulled it down when she stepped
onto the concrete. The thing barely covered the curves of her perfect heart
shaped ass. Kip saw her adjust the dress and saw a lot more flesh than he’d
expected. He looked closer. Then he stepped up beside her and threw his arm
around her, steadying her on the uneven pavement as she struggled slightly in
her new heels.
    “So, you couldn’t find any panties that you liked?” He asked,
grinning.
    Annie spoke without turning her head toward him. “I didn’t look
for any.”

 
    Annie sat on the sofa while Kip disappeared in the bedroom. She
kicked her feet up on the