Page 81 of Rockstar Baby
Without ending our kisses, I shifted and rolled her on top of me, using her skirt for cover. Although her gorgeous breasts rose and fell with every goddamn thrust, so it wasn’t as if it wasn’t fully obvious what we were doing.
“Put your shirt back on,” I gritted out.
She stretched her arm above her head and rocked her hips. “This is better.” She cupped one of her breasts and toyed with the nipple, nearly making me cross-eyed. “Don’t you think so?”
It was basically dark now. Just the faintest light remained. No one was out on this part of the property. We were safe.
Except nothing with Ivy Beck was safe, and I fucking loved—
It.
Not her.
Christ.
“To hell with it.” Furious at myself, I rolled her beneath me again. She squealed at the sudden position shift and I caught her hands above her head as I hammered into her. Couldn’t. Get. Deep. Enough. I was going to fuck her straight through the condom and pour myself inside her.
No barriers. Nothing between us.
“Rory.” She curled her legs around my hips and clutched my torso hard enough that her nails practically sliced through my clothes. “Coming. God, coming.”
“Yes. Hell, yes.” I bit down on her lower lip. “Squeeze me as tight as you fucking can.”
She didn’t disappoint. I groaned as pleasure streaked through me, white-hot and overwhelming, and let the fraying wire around my control snap.
I drained myself into the condom as I buried my face in her hair. “Ivy.” Just that, over and over again like a song.
A plea.
We didn’t move for the longest time. It was the breeze tickling my bare ass that made me turn my head. And chow down on a mouthful of grass just beyond the spread. I sputtered and lifted my head, blades still stuck to my lips, while Ivy laughed.
“Crushing me. Ow. Ouch. But oh, God. You look like a cow.”
I poked her in the side and she just laughed harder. So, I started laughing too.
When I rolled over, she climbed right back on top of me. She nuzzled my neck and wrapped herself around me like a content kitten. All she was missing was the purr.
“Gotta deal with the condom,” I muttered. I couldn’t imagine the mess we were making.
Actually, yes, I could. And I didn’t really care.
“Don’t worry.” She licked my earlobe. “I’m good at getting you clean.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Ivy Beck.”
“Possibly. Just as you might be the same for me.” She lifted her head, her wicked eyes glowing in the darkness. Must’ve been my imagination. “But for the next day, we’re going to live.”
I tucked her windblown hair behind her ear. “Taking it day by day is how I get by. You understand that, right? With my schedule, I need flexibility. I travel all over to meet with artists—”
“And you have a girl in every port. Gotcha.” While she smiled, her voice turned cool.
“No. No other women. Just you. You’re the only one in a long time.”
“But?”
“But I live in LA and you live here. And bloody good sex can make people see compatibilities that aren’t there. I’m not an easy man to be with,” I added, turning her face back to mine when she shifted it away.
“As if I’m easy? You’ve never seen me during PMS. Or when I have Aunt Flo.”
