Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

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.

“Get in the car, Ivy.”

I opened the door and tipped my head to the side. “Hey, you do remember my name.”

“If that cop comes back around… Tell me it’s not your dad or something.”

“Now that would be fun.” I climbed in and turned the fan grates up to warm my hands. I pulled off my wet gloves and rubbed them together.

He shook his head and took my hands between his.

“And that’s going to help? Yours are even colder.”

He lifted his sweater and yelped as my cold hands hit his skin, but he held them tight against him. His very warm, very deliciously hair roughened skin. I couldn’t exactly tell, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t at gorilla status. He was a nice in-between over some seriously yum muscles.

The console was between us, but I was tempted to push my luck again. What was it about him that made me want to do all the wrong things?

“Ivy.” His voice was deep and full of warning.

Well, that just meant I had to do it now.

I inched up farther to find his nipple, dragging my thumb across the ridge of muscle and around the tip. My other hand went down to his belt.

“Christ, you do try a man,” he said, just before we started heating up the windows.

By the time we came up for air, the car was an oven and I was ready to strip down to the skin. The whoop-whoop of a siren had us breaking apart. I laughed like a loon as he scrambled for the gear shift and his seatbelt.

“What is so funny? You want us to get pulled over for indecent exposure?”

I fastened my belt and pushed my hat off my head. “Have some experience with that?”