Page 12 of Rockstar Baby Daddy

“I twisted my ankle, Gavin, I didn’t break my leg.”

“’Yeah, but you feel good in my arms.” I gave her a little jostle just to hear that sexy little squeal she let out. “I’ll be back.”

“You are entirely too charming.”

I smiled at her words on my way to the kitchen. It was a novel experience, a woman who clearly wanted me but didn’t want to want me. I wondered if it was me personally or my job, and the good news was I had all night to figure it out. “Can a man be too charming?”

“He can,” she called out. “And you skate that line beautifully.”

“Thanks. You don’t make it easy, Suzie.”

“So, this isn’t your usual routine?”

I barked out a laugh and piled the ice pack, towel, glasses, and a bottle of wine on one of the dozen trays stocked in the pantry. “Hell no. You don’t seem to have an ulterior motive where I’m concerned, and you’re fighting the attraction between us. Hard.” I set the tray on the coffee table and looked right into a pair of shocked green eyes.

Suzie recovered quickly, though. “You’re so sure that the attraction is two-sided?”

“Yes. I know when a woman is attracted to me, and you are. But you like me, too, so why don’t you want to want me, Suzie?”

“Because you’re a rock star,” she sighed. “Because this is all temporary and because I don’t just want to be a distraction for you, something to do until you can go back to your real life.” She blinked rapidly as if she’d surprised herself with that level of honesty.

She’d shocked the hell out of me, too.

“So, you do want me? Thank the lord above for that.” I laughed and slid smoothly from the coffee table to the spot beside her on the sofa. One hand slid through her hair and the other cupped her cheek and tilted it up so our lips fit together perfectly.

I waited for Suzie to come to her senses, to shove me away and accuse me of using her to keep my mind off surgery and recovery. Instead, she threw herself into the kiss like it was her idea the whole damn time. One arm crooked around my neck and the other slid up my back to my neck to the hair that she tangled her fingers in while she pulled me closer. Suzie was no casual participant in this kiss; she took the lead in turns, using her tongue to tease me and drive me out of my fucking mind.

I groaned when her tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine before she dove deep and explored every corner of my mouth, using her tongue to massage and to tease, until my hands brought her onto my lap to deepen the kiss. To take control. I needed to taste her completely, to make her mine, to show her that rock star was my job, not my life.

Suzie moaned and another thread of control snapped. She pulled back just enough to make me chase her, and I did just that, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her closer, close enough that she could feel the effect she was having on me.

My cock was hard. Stiff. Aching more than it ever had, but still, I took my time. I wanted to savor every moment of this encounter just in case it was the only one we got.

Suzie gasped and ground against my cock as her fingers tightened in my hair and a low growl started deep in her belly. Her tongue slipped out again and danced with mine, panting in an effort to kiss me deeper. She was hungry as hell and I was here for it, cock aching and hungry for more. “Gavin,” she whispered and nipped my earlobe with her teeth.

“Oh fuck, Suzie, you little temptress.” She was a knockout, without a doubt, but I didn’t expect to find a sexpot underneath her oversized T-shirt and cat eye glasses. A bombshell, with needs and desires she had no problem exploring. “Suzie.”

She pulled back and stared at me with eyes so dark they might have been black, and smiled. “Say my name like that again.”

“Suzie,” I growled, letting all the need and want and tension of the past week show, just for her.

“Holy hell,” she moaned to herself. “I must be out of my mind, but I want you so damn bad right now.”

That was all I needed to hear. Hell, I was desperate to hear it from her plump pink lips. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah,” she panted, “you are.” Her hips sank against mine as she rocked back and forth along the length of my cock. “Right. Fucking. Here.”

And there it was, the thing that snapped my control like a defective bungee cord. That word, falling from Suzie’s lips on a desperate cry of pleasure. I flipped her onto her back, right there on the plush sofa that had only hosted me for pizza, beer, and binge watching music documentaries. “I need to have you, Suzie.”

She smiled up at me. Her eyes fluttered open and her hips swirled against my cock again. “Have me, Gavin. Have me right here. Right now.”

“Too fucking right,” I growled and quickly undressed her, ridding her of the damn T-shirt that hid everything, the pink and purple sports bra that—thankfully—zipped right in front to reveal a magnificent set of tits that weren’t too big or too small, or fuck, even too perfect. They were somewhere between a C and D cup, meaty and jiggly with nice big nipples, the color of a ripe peach.

Her shoes and socks went next, followed by her black and orange workout pants. I pulled back and stared at Suzie, naked and writhing in ecstasy on my sofa. It was a sight I would never forget for as long as I lived. “Gavin, please.”

“Anything. Tell me what you want,” I urged her and pressed a kiss to her jaw. Her collarbone. The sensitive skin between her tits. “You want me to taste your tits and finger you until you come?” I kissed my way left and right, swirling my tongue around her nipples, tasting her sweet flesh because it was all on display for my eyes only. Down the center line of her stomach, my lips followed the trail to the small patch of blond hair to glistening lips and a swollen clit. “Or, do you want me to taste your sweet little pussy and lap up your juices until you shout your pleasure loud enough to shatter the windows?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes to all of it. Yes, please, Gavin.”

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