The Rocker That Needs Me (The Rocker...) by Terri Anne Browning

sister and Jesse.
    Finally, I let myself drift off to sleep, safe in the arms of the man I loved…
     

Chapter 5
    Lana
    Something tickled my cheek. Without opening my eyes, I lifted my hand to brush it away. When I felt nothing, I tried to drift back to sleep.
    The tickle came again, and I moved my hand quicker than before, but still came into contact with nothing. Sighing, I turned my face away, snuggling into a pillow that smelled like Drake. A smile teased my lips as I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.
    When a tickle to my other cheek came, I frowned and opened my eyes. Drake was propped up on an elbow, leaning over me while his long fingers caressed over my cheek.
    “I thought you were never going to open those beautiful eyes,” he murmured.
    There was something different about Drake. I was sure that he was drunk, but he didn’t talk like he was. His speech wasn’t slurred and his movements weren’t awkward. However, there was a glassiness in his eyes that told me he wasn’t himself. At the moment, he was staring down at me with hunger in his blue-gray eyes.
    I caught his fingers that were still caressing my cheek and linked our fingers together. “How are you feeling?”
    “I feel as if I will lose my mind if I don’t kiss you right now, Angel. That’s how I feel.” His voice was deeper, full of promises that I was sure he wouldn’t have been offering if he were sober.
    Maybe it was taking advantage, maybe it was being selfish, but I really didn’t give a damn. I released his hand and wrapped my arms around his neck. “There isn’t anything stopping you, Drake,” I told him. “Kiss me.”
    “Is it what you want, Angel?” he asked, his eyes focused on my lips. “Is it what you really want?”
    “I want you, Drake. It’s all I will ever want,” I promised him, letting my fingers comb through his unkempt hair.
    My answer was all he needed. His dark head lowered. The first brush of warm lips against my own, how my heart stopped for just a second only to race the next, was a feeling I would never forget as long as I lived. My blood turned to lava as his tongue barely brushed over my bottom lip, and I felt like I was going to singe the sheets. My own tongue snuck out, and I got my first taste of Drake.
    It was a mix of whiskey, cinnamon, and something more erotic. I couldn’t put a label on it, but I knew that it was all Drake. That first taste was heady, and I instantly craved more of it. I opened my mouth, silently inviting him in to play so I could have more. The tip of his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth as he tangled it around my own.
    A moan left me without my realizing it. My body was aching, my breasts swelling in the tight confines of my bra. I wanted it off, needed it gone, so that they wouldn’t hurt so badly. Lower, I could feel my panties growing damp and tried to hide it by crossing my legs.
    My movements caused his head to raise. “Okay?” His voice came out as a growl, almost animalistic.
    I nodded. “Yeah.” My own voice was all breathy. “Kiss me again.”
    He grinned that grin that only I could make appear. “Oh, I’m going to.”
    He brushed his nose with mine, and I felt his lips caressing my cheek. His lips were soft but firm. They trailed across my cheek to my jaw. Sharp teeth nipped at my ear lobe, making goose flesh pop up along my arms. My nipples, already aching in the now tight confines of my bra, pebbled.
    My back arched, trying to find relief from the pleasure filled pain. Drake’s hand cupped one breast, his strong fingers squeezing just hard enough to make me cry out. He didn’t lift his head as he massaged my breast while his lips trailed down my neck, and he sucked at the spot where neck met shoulder.
    “Your skin tastes so sweet.” He bit down just hard enough to make me beg for more. “I want to eat you up.”
    I pushed at his shoulders until he lifted off of me a little. With some space between us, I sat up enough to reach behind me and undo the