If you’d like to read a little bit of Rock Me…here you go! Hope you like it!

Rock Me excerpt

In a move quite unexpected by Jenny, he reached behind his back with his good arm and untied the hospital gown. As it slid off his body and fell to the floor, Ian McAllister stood naked right in front of her. Jenny inhaled quickly, not knowing whether air was actually entering her body at this point. It was all she could do to not look down. Knowing his cock was going to be there, so close, made it even more difficult. She had never felt so uncomfortable around a man in her entire adult life. Jenny should just get it over with and look. After all, she had wanted to see it for years. Look at him, Jenny, she demanded of herself.

But she stayed a respectable nurse and didn’t.

She took the trash bag from the towel rack and placed it over his cast. Wrapping the tape around the upper aspect of his arm, she tore the end off with her fingers and secured it so that no water could seep inside. The small bathroom was getting steamier and Jenny was unsure if she was sweating from the steam or from Ian McAllister standing naked right in front of her. She decided it was definitely both.

“Cheers.” He smiled. He opened up the shower curtain and stepped in. “I hope you stay in here and help me wash. I’d hate to lose my bearings if I got soap in my eyes.”

She sighed. Everything he said was such a challenge to her. Was he teasing her or serious? “Right now I’m more concerned about you standing up for too long.”

“I do feel a bit dizzy.” He leaned his casted arm against the wall. “I wish there was something to rest my arm on. It feels quite heavy.”

Jenny knew she had better make this shower quick and get him back to bed. She was worried about him falling. As she contemplated slowly washing every inch of his body with her tongue, she just as quickly dismissed those thoughts. There would be no hanky panky with Ian McAllister. She frowned. Life just got in the way of dreams sometimes. “Okay, Ian, we’re going to make this fast. I’ll have to help you get the job done. You shouldn’t be up very long for your first time after surgery.”

“Whatever you say, Jenny. You’re the boss of me today. I’m yours.” He smiled as he let the water run over his head and body. “This water feels utterly fantastic! I feel like I haven’t had a wash in days instead of just twelve hours.”

As Jenny watched him standing naked in the shower, she found herself mesmerized and unable to look away. Even if the hospital fire alarm went off, she wouldn’t be able to move. She was having her own Code Orange.

“Have you ever come to one of the band’s gigs?”

She couldn’t answer. Although she had somehow managed to stop herself from even glancing at that all important cock, she stared at the rest of him, watching as the streams of water rushed over his naked body. The muscles in his back and chest and arms glistened. His hair lay plastered against his face and neck. The water dripped off his eyebrows and perfect British nose. She was being pulled into a dream-like state, just like at Niagara Falls when she had watched the water flowing over the edge as it plunged downward to the gorge. “I…I was there last night.”

He froze, then looked down at her. “You were?”

She nodded.

“Did you see me fall then?”

The water was compelling. She was unable to take her eyes away from it. “I was right in front of you,” she murmured slowly.

He turned toward her, then stared at her face. “Wait a moment! I recognize you now. I thought you seemed familiar when we first met today. You’re the girl with the low-cut tight blue top.” Glancing at her shoulder-length blonde hair, he nodded. “If you would have showed me your breasts straight away, I would have been sure to know exactly who you were.”

“What are you talking about?” Jenny could feel herself blushing again. “I…I didn’t show you my breasts last night.” She smiled just a little as she tried to make herself comfortable. “Well…almost.”

“Hmm. What an interesting turn of affairs.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a way that made her shiver.

She couldn’t believe he had noticed her…and remembered her. It was time to change the subject because she really shouldn’t be discussing her breasts right now with Ian. “We need to hurry and get you out of here. I’m worried about you being up too long.”

He shook his head and grinned. “I like you worrying about me. It makes me feel wanted. I’ll need some help, then, if we’re to get this done quickly. A proper scrub is in order because I tend to sweat quite a bit onstage.” He moved the arm that was encased in the trash bag. “This feels quite bulky. I don’t see that I can help you very much.”

Jenny trembled. He wasn’t going to be able to help. She would have to do it all herself. “Okay,” she said slowly.

“It might not be easy to reach me.” He turned sideways.

She glanced at his rounded butt again. Squeezing it was definitely on her fantasy list of things to do with Ian.

“Do you think you can manage out there?”

Jenny nodded, although washing Ian was going to be quite disconcerting. Was this what dreams were made of? Taking the washcloth, she vigorously rubbed soap on it and started slathering it on his chest and good arm. She needed to get this over with quickly and treat him just like any other patient. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t refrain from taking in every inch of that chest.

The washcloth began to move a little slower over him. From the small amount of hair between his nipples, to the line of hair going from his navel down farther down the happy trail…to the area she shouldn’t look at. She quickly put her eyes back up to his chest…the one she had gazed at from the front row at many of his concerts when he removed his shirt from being too hot. He was too hot. His chest was everything she ever wanted. How she longed to rub her hand over it gently, then lean over and kiss a nipple. She would squeeze each one, then run her tongue over both of them.

My goodness. Her nipples felt like they had hardened. She stopped the washcloth abruptly, trying to figure out what was going on inside of her own body. Jenny was quivering, her breathing heavier, her pussy tingling. She backed away from him and swallowed hard.

“Are you quitting?” He frowned. “But you haven’t finished yet.”

She put a hand to her forehead. Did she feel faint? She didn’t know for sure about that, but she knew one thing…

Nurse Jenny Page was sexually aroused over Ian McAllister and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Please, Jenny,” he pleaded, looking her in the eyes. “It feels bloody marvelous. Don’t stop.”

She now took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. His shower needed to get done. He was her patient and she wanted him to feel better. Forcing herself to stop thinking about him sexually, she got back to business. “Turn around,” she ordered.

He did exactly as he was told. The soapy washcloth skimmed his back and butt as the water rained down on him. Jenny was unable to stop herself from falling into fantasy again. How could she not think about him when she was touching him? It was impossible. She knew she was getting wet in more ways than one as she found herself looking closely at the curve of his butt. She raised her eyebrows, then repeated the bathing of them.

As the washcloth traveled down the back of his thighs to his calves, she saw how the muscles defined themselves. He was in better shape than she had thought. His black leather pants normally hid the wonder of those legs when he was onstage. She leaned slightly into the shower to reach them better. The curly brown hair was plastered against his skin. His legs were muscular and long and beautiful. She had only seen them in pictures or on the Internet. He was tall, so tall. She wondered what it would feel like to have those strong legs wrapped around hers as he pinned her to a bed. As he slowly turned around, she was unable to stop her eyes from traveling upward.