Page 17 of Rockstar Baby
I went on my toes to get closer. My padded breasts felt too tight under the puffy vest. Too many layers, too much cold, too many minutes between us and the Hummingbird’s Nest.
The air whooshed out of my chest as he bumped me up against the car door. His mouth was hot and wild against mine. I forgot where I was, how cold it was, and how long it had been since I’d been kissed. There was nothing but his firm, talented mouth.
His cool fingers slipped under the back of my vest and shirt to find my skin. The calloused tips were almost scratchy and foreign on my flesh as he tunneled up the stretchy fabric. His long fingers practically spanned the width of my lower back. Was he going for my bra?
God, right against the car.
Was I really this far gone? This hard up?
Maybe.
God, he felt good. Tasted better.
The very obvious ridge of something impressive pressed against my middle.Please let that be him and not his phone.
“Sweet Jesus,” he said against my mouth, his accent thick and full of shadows like his kiss. “It’s been too long for me.”
“Really?” My voice was far too breathless. I definitely sounded very amateur-ish in this whole one-night stand business, but surely, I had to have misunderstood.
“Not very California of me, yeah?”
I laughed and went for his mouth again. God, he tasted divine. Better than mint ice cream. I didn’t even care if he was lying to me. I liked the idea of driving him wild.
“As much as I want this right now,” I molded my gloved fingers over his zipper andhallelujah,that was definitely not his phone, “weareon Main Street.”
“Right.” He went for my mouth again, then backed up. “Fuck, that mouth of yours is like a siren’s.” He cupped my cheeks and went in for another hot, mind-wiping kiss.
God, he was way too good at that. Obviously, he was lying about it being too long. Not if he could kiss like that. Again, I didn’t really care. I just wanted more of it.
A car slowly came down the street, red and blue lights twirling. “Shit.”
Rory’s deliciously blurry blue eyes opened and then widened. “Fuck.”
I fumbled behind me.I opened the driver’s side door and pushed him back a step. “That’s our cue.”
“Get in.” I waved to Sheriff Brooks as he slowly passed us by. Great. The only good thing about getting seen by the sheriff was that he didn’t gossip like the rest of the town.
Small favors.
Rory gripped the edge of the door. “I’ll finish—”
“Nope, get in. It takes a minute to start this thing in the winter.”
His brows snapped down. “You’ll break your neck in those shoes.”
“You didn’t seem to mind when you were kissing my lips off my face. Now get in the damn car, Lucky Charms.”
The brake lights on the cop car went on, leaving me no choice. I pushed Rory into the car and raced around the back to brush off the back window. Then I hurried around to take care of the other side.
Catching Rory’s annoyed expression, I couldn’t resist a laugh as I cleaned the worst of the snow off the wiper blades.
He rolled down the window. “Get in, for fuck’s sake.”
“You want to drive in one piece?”
“It’s freezing.”
“Stop bitching and crank the heat,” I called over the whine of the engine trying to warm up and the overworked blades.
