Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

I laughed. “That’s a whole different kind of evening.”

His laugh was choked and rumbling. “Not that I wouldn’t do just about anything you asked right now.” He groaned. “Not that I should be saying that to a woman who has her hands around my cock.”

“Then it’s a good thing I want one thing right now.” I slid off his lap and swallowed back a groan of my own at the reality of Rory sitting before me with his dick so hard it was pushing against his lower belly.

I kicked off my platforms and lost a few inches, but Rory sure didn’t.

Dear Lord, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with all of that, but I was going to find out. I wiggled out of the tight pants, kicking them away with my shoes. “Sorry, the panties don’t match the cute bra.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

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bsp; My breath stalled and everything went warm. His voice rattled as if sandpaper and a storm were dueling in his chest. I took his hand and drew him in front of me. He towered over me now. The uncertainty in his eyes just wouldn’t do.

I was tiny compared to his broad shoulders and athletically lean body. I liked that he wasn’t all rippling muscle. He was real. There were plenty of muscles going on and he was fit as all get out, but it was more like a guy who liked to play sports than one who lived in the gym.

I drew my nail around the medal he wore. I couldn’t quite make out the saint, but it was old and looked as if it had been handed down or worn forever. The chain was long enough that it was probably hidden more than shown in his life. My touch drifted lower to the line of hair that dipped to his open buckle.

The thick ridge of his cock pushed at the black cotton. I was tempted to hit my knees for the first time in…well, ever. Oral was rarely first on any girl’s list, but something about the way he looked at me made me want to taste him. To have him watch me.

He lifted his hand to cup my face. “Sweet Christ, I’d die if you do what I think you want to do.”

I stepped closer, pulling the band of his boxers away from his hardness. “Is that right?”

“Siren.”

I grinned. “I thought I was a fairy.”

“You’re temptation in all its forms.”

“I rather like the sound of that.” But that was all I was able to get out. He swooped down and kissed me hard, wrapping his arm around my waist to lift me against him. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

He lifted me up against him as he shoved pillows out of the way to get me on my back. His mouth was everywhere. My lips, my neck, my shoulder. I couldn’t get up out of the hole we were making in the pillow-top mattress.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. The line of his smooth, hard cock slipped between my thighs to bump my aching flesh. His fingers fumbled between us to push my panties aside, and he groaned at what he found.

I pressed my forehead into his shoulder. I was slightly embarrassed at the state I was in. Definitely not one of the cool, calm girls he was probably used to. Posh and unaffected.

Me? All of the affected. I was going to go out of my damn mind if he didn’t make me come soon.

No woman should be this wound up. It couldn’t be healthy for this kind of crazy to settle into my bones.

I lifted my hips to slide him against me. Anything to get some friction going. The ridged maze of veins along his shaft hit me just where I needed him. I pushed closer. “Rory.”

“Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” He knelt between my thighs, widening my legs so he could drape one over each side.

I was drowning in pillows. I wanted to see him. I pushed the remaining ones off the bed and got up on my elbows as he slicked his thumb through my folds. I drew in a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment as he found my clit and made maddening circles around it. His hair had fallen forward to tease his eyes. It gave him a younger, softer appearance until I looked a little closer.

There was nothing soft about the way he watched me. He stroked his cock with the same, slow sure way he touched me. As if he was figuring out a combination between the two of us.

He clenched his jaw as he tightened his grip on his shaft. I tried to reach for him, but he shook his head. “I’m too close, Ivy. Give me just a moment.”

“I don’t want you to wait a moment.”

He groaned and pushed forward, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.

“Yes. Yes, inside me.” Just the tip slid past the lace and my own drenched slit.