Page 13 of True Stars Collide

She shifted her mouth away from his. “We’re here. Take me to our room.” Her voice was whiskey on silk.

He backed up a few steps, shifted her into his arms, and strode down the hallway to their suite. He fumbled for the key, yanked it out of his back pocket, and waved it in front of the door.

He carried her across the threshold into their suite, headed straight for his bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and dove after her. He propped himself up on his forearms and gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes. Her breath came in shallow pants.

“I need to see you. I have to taste you.” If he didn’t, he’d lose his mind.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He shifted to one side and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down her smooth pale thighs, revealing a tiny thong. A tiny soaking wet thong. He groaned and tore it off. “Take off your shirt.”

She obeyed, pulling it off over her head and tossing it to the side. He ran one hand lightly from her delicate collarbone, down her dangerous curves, then cupped her. “You’re fucking perfect, love.”

“Liam.”

He tugged her to the edge of the bed, slid down onto his knees between her thighs and gazed up at her. “I’m going to make you come apart. Tell me you want it.”

Her hips rocked up. “Please.”

“Lay back, watch me and enjoy, beautiful.” He pressed her thighs apart and stroked one finger along her center. She was pink and perfect beyond his wildest dreams.

Her back arched, and she gasped when he slid one finger inside her. Then two.

“You’re so wet. So ready for me.” He lowered his head and brushed light, open-mouthed kisses along her clit and she moaned.

He lowered his head and licked her in one long stroke. She bowed up, his name escaping her lips. He circled his tongue along her sensitive bud, tasting her, savoring her. He worked her hot tight center, finding the spot to drive her wild.

“You taste fucking incredible.” He murmured against her, never lifting his head. “Come for me, darling.”

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop. Please.” Her legs were vibrating, and her hips rocked against his mouth.

He reached one hand up and pinched her rosy nipple and she exploded. “Oh yes, oh my god Liam, yes.”

He didn’t stop as she came apart and when she stilled, he lifted his head and smiled. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

And it was the truth. Holy shit, it was like Zoe was made for him. He stiffened as the realization rolled through him. Where had that come from? He sat back on his heels and scrubbed his hands through his hair.

She propped herself up on her elbows and patted the bed beside her. “Come here.”

Unable to resist her, he climbed up onto the bed.

“How am I naked and you’re still fully dressed?” She pressed one small hand against his rock hard erection. “Let me return the favor.”

She licked her lips and he almost exploded. Dangerous.

Time to create some distance between them. Slow things down. Even though all he really wanted was to bury himself deep inside her and fuck her until the sun came up. But she was his new bandmate. His fucking temporary wife. Not one of his usual hook-ups. He couldn’t forget it.

He pressed a light kiss to her tempting lips. “Tonight is about taking care of you. I’ll be right back.”

Her dark brows drew together. “Are you turning me down?”

“Just taking a rain check, darling. I’ll be right back.” He must be out of his fucking mind. But his gut told him it would be a mistake to get any more intimate with her than they already were. Something about her made him feel out of control. And it scared the shit out of him.

She huffed out a breath, punched the pillow behind her, and curled on her side. “Fine.”

His lips twitched and he strode to the bathroom to shuck his clothes and calm down. Zoe wasn’t just sexy and talented; she was charming and adorable too.

Yeah, Zoe was dangerous.

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