Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

She pressed her finger to my lips. Then she sat back on her haunches and drew her quirky skull-patterned top over her head.

No warning. No time for me to prepare. Not even a lifetime would be enough.

The last of the sunshine shimmered over her skin. I tried to keep my gaze on her lovely face, on the ends of her red hair trailing in the wind, but I couldn’t stop from taking in the sight of her perfect breasts encased in lace.

Lace that dropped away to leave only pale flesh and tight pink nipples.

My mouth went dry. I could only stare, my heartbeat throbbing in my head, as she straddled my lap.

Someone could see.

The protests inside me were weak. Practically nonexistent. And I didn’t think to shield myself as I wrapped my arms around her. All I could think about was Ivy.

She coiled her arms around my neck and rocked into me as our mouths met. This kiss wasn’t like any of the others. The same desperation fueled it, but there was more. Gentleness. Affection. Maybe even some regret.

A lot on my side, for sure.

She tipped back her head to give me access when my mouth slid to her throat. I nipped at the pulse just under her jaw, enjoying how it sped up for me. She was so responsive. Tuned to me in a way I’d never experienced.

Not because I was famous. Just because I was me, and she was her, and together, we made wild, wonderful music.

Her fingers drove through my hair to hold me against her as I focused my kisses on the tops of her breasts. I drifted lower to suck on her hard nipples. Her hair flowed around us like water, a silky cocoon. Not much protection from prying eyes, but there was a barbaric part of me that didn’t want to hide. She was mine in this time and space, and I ached for the world to know it.

A scrape of my teeth and she shuddered. A twist of my fingers and she rocked against my rigid length.

Waiting for her any longer required more patience than I possessed.

I took her mouth again as I slipped a hand beneath her flirty skirt to tease the insides of her thighs. She was wet already, and my mind scrambled at just the brush of my thumb over her soaked panties.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured between kisses.

“For what?”

“I need you. So much. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t apologize for that.” She reached down between us to unzip me and free my cock. For just one illicit second, she coated me in the wetness from her slit. I groaned and remembered last night.

I’d been inside her bare.

Again. I could have that again.

No, you can’t, you idiot. Is it really worth risking everything?

She, too, must’ve come to her senses because she drew me away from the inferno slickness of her and held me to her belly. Rubbing me there so that the mixture of us branded her pale skin. She licked her lips and squeezed me hard before slipping her hand below to caress my sac.

“Christ, Ivy, you have the devil in you.”

“Not yet,” she panted, her eyes sparkling, “but I’m ready for him.” Another swipe of her tongue over her full lips. “So ready. Can’t you tell?”

Jesus.

I slipped two fingers inside her. Quick, deep thrusts made her clutch my shoulders and drop back her head to expose her throat. The long, creamy line of it begged for my kisses. As I dragged my teeth over her neck, I knew from her cry that I’d marked her.

I didn’t care. The animal side of me had no compunction.

“I’m gonna ruin another pair,” I warned before I rent the fabric in two.

“God, that’s hot.” She bounced against me, teasing me again with those wet little swipes of her greedy pussy. She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “Such a tough man you are.”