Page 28 of The Librarian and the Rock Star

He stepped back, pulling his off slowly. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the sheep. I snapped my lips tightly together so that I didn’t actually drool. His arms were so perfectly sculpted they weren’t quite real, and the skin stretched across his broad chest was a little darker than his face, somehow.

“I thought that you said staring was bad,” he snickered as he tossed me the shirt.

“You said you were used to it,” I said saucily, turning for the washroom. I washed up, then removed my dress and bra, pulling on his shirt. He’s so tall that thankfully it was long enough to pass as a short nightgown.

When I returned, Jack was already in bed, plugging his phone into the charger by the nightstand. I crawled in beside him, curious to see what he was wearing for pajamas.

Jack looked at me strangely, until I finally blurted, “What?”

“Of course you’d come along at the worst possible time.”

I laughed along with him. “Naturally. But why is this the worst time?”

He grew serious. “The band is going through a rough patch. We basically have to turn our image around in a few weeks so that the most recent album sales spike, the last few shows sell out, and we get funding for the next album.”

“Why is everything so up in the air?”

He sighed. “I don’t know. There is some crap going on with Paul and the label.”

I sat up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, the longest bits of his thick hair flopping gently. “Not right now. Let’s just sleep.”

“Sure.” I snuggled against his chest, dreamily fitting against his body perfectly.

“That’s not sleeping,” he said sternly, his sexy voice even lower.

“It’s pre-sleeping.”

“That’s not a thing.” His fingers were trailing up and down my spine, sending shivers through me. My hands wandered along his chest, lazily tracing every plane and curve of muscle and bone. “Mmm, that feels nice,” he practically purred.

He pulled me on top of him, massaging my back now, his hands dropping lower. He was wearing some sort of underwear, but I could feel that he was thinking exactly what I was.

His tongue danced between my lips as my entire body invited him in, but after a moment he swung me back off him. “It’s too soon,” he murmured. He rolled so that his arm was under me, sliding under the T-shirt to clutch my breasts as my back pressed against his chest. His free hand stroked my knee, skimming up along my inner thigh, then began grazing the soft cotton between my legs.

“Is this okay, baby?” he whispered as he kissed the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I breathed. I felt the nearly forgotten sensations of my brain turning down as my body came alive. Damn, it had been so long.

His fingertips crept along the material, sliding inside to rub along my skin. “And this?” He rolled me more onto my back so that he could see my eyes. I nodded. He touched me so delicately, so carefully, that the breath was already catching in my throat. He found the perfect spot immediately, caressing my nub of nerves slowly, steadily, while watching my reaction. As he kneaded my skin so intimately, I felt the ripples gathering in my hips, my stomach, my insides.

His eyes were dreamy as he bent down slightly to kiss me, but only for a moment. He seemed to enjoy watching me as I melted under his hands, moaning softly.

“My beautiful Keira,” he whispered, as he increased the pressure gradually, coaxing every gasp and moan from me. Everything began to tense up as my breathing hitched, and there was nothing in this world but his eyes. I was dissolving, falling while my heart raced and his fingers pressed just a bit harder.

It felt like flames were licking up my spine as I began to shake. “Yes... Ah–” I squealed as I came apart, shaking in his arms. He waited until I was coming down before kissing me deeply as the aftershocks thundered through my nerves.

His kiss was rough and deep and luxurious as I writhed under him, needing more than his tongue inside me.

“You’re so delicious,” he whispered, “but we should sleep.”

“What about–”

He cut me off with a kiss as he pulled his hands away, pulling me to his chest with his arms wrapped around my back. Rocking me softly for a moment, he grew still, and I heard his breathing slow down.

I tried not to giggle when I realized I was in a rock star’s hotel room, half-naked, and he had basically said, ‘No thank you, it’s too soon.’ A singer that was actually a gentleman? Or was he actually worried that he’d become addicted to me? It was all too weird.

The weight of his arms around me put me to sleep almost instantly.

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