Page 61 of Not Another Rockstar
“I want this, and I know you don’t just want sex, which only makes me want you all the more.” She gripped his T-shirt, pulling him closer.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m not going to screw this up, so we go at your pace.” He dipped his head and pressed his lips along her neck.
“The only thing you’ll screw tonight is me.” Her breathy words tested him.
His hand slipped around her nape and he kissed her until she flushed pink. She slid her hands down his chest and placed his hands firmly on her hips. Her short skirt killed him as it rose up on her thighs so easily. He tried not to think how easy it would be to take her on the kitchen table. She shrieked when he grabbed her around the waist.
“This skirt is very distracting.” His lips skimmed her collarbone, and he kissed the outline of her bikini through her T-shirt.
“Your dessert is under it.” She smirked, and her hands slipped under his T-shirt.
His muscles tightened as she teased the edge of his jeans with her fingers. He groaned, sucking lightly on her lower lip. Phoebe’s fingernails bit into his shoulders. Cupping her ass, he lifted her onto the table. Her skirt rode up her delectable thighs, and he stepped between them, recalling how good she tasted.
“We should go upstairs,” he rasped, growing harder by the second.
“Dessert in bed sounds good.”
“Tell me if I’m moving too fast.”
“Not fast enough.”
She flushed, and she reached behind her neck and undid her bikini top. He watched in awe as she slipped it out from beneath her T-shirt and chucked it aside.
“Your wish is my command.”
Her heels dug into his thighs as he lifted her off the counter.
“Don’t drop me,” she said as they reached the stairs.
“I’ve got you,” he said, meaning for now and forever as he held her tight. The questioning look in those beautiful eyes dented his heart. He could hear her thinking, wondering if she could trust him, if she could give him her heart.
Even if it took time, he was a patient man. Her lips trailed along his jaw, sucking his neck, and he gripped her thighs tighter. She gasped as he pressed against her, and shifted her hips, her way of getting revenge. Her every movement against him made him want to beg for relief. A few tugs here and there and she would be naked and at his mercy.
They reached the closed door to the bedroom they already shared, and he didn’t dare cross the threshold without permission.
“Are you sure?” he asked, reminding himself that this trip was for her, and he wanted her to experience only what she desired.
“As I’ve ever been.” She pressed her lips to his, demanding and exploring.
They only had so much time alone together, and with her permission he wasn’t going to waste another second. His lips never left hers as he kicked open the bedroom door. She squealed as it banged against the wall. He hadn’t meant to use so much force, but right now all he cared about was getting Phoebe Fletcher in his bed and screaming his name. He sat them on the bed with her legs wrapped around him.
“What do you need?” he asked, lifting her T-shirt above her head.
His hands slid up her thighs, and she stood for a moment as he eased her underwear down, her hands braced on his shoulders. He trailed his lips along her abdomen and ribs, careful to avoid her fresh ink.
“I still want dessert,” she teased, sinking in front of him.
He watched her, his hand sinking into her hair at the back of her head as she undid his jeans and pulled off his boxers. She licked her lips, and he thought he’d lose control. The sight of her on her knees did unholy things to him, but she was worth damnation.
“Shit, that’s—”
He loved how she stared up at him as she took him in her mouth. As much as he didn’t want her to stop, and wanted to savour every moment of her lips on him, he wanted her more. With a pained, regretful sigh, he pulled her onto the bed besidehim, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, and there were many things he wanted to do to her before he lost control.
“I was enjoying my dessert.” She smiled devilishly. “You should know better than to get between a woman and sweet things.”
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said. “Come here.” He positioned her to straddle him as he reached for a condom from his bag by the bed and rolled it on. “You’re so ready for me.”
Watching her rise up on her knees, he gritted his teeth as she gripped him.
