Page 67 of Hard Rock Love

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“If you keep distracting me like this, it’ll take us months to finish at this rate,” Seth warned.

I tucked my legs underneath me on the sofa and nuzzled the hair just above his ear.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said innocently. “I’m just sitting here watching the movie.”

“Temptress,” he said. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“If you read the books, then you don’t need to know what happens in the movies,” I pointed out.

With Seth’s schedule, it was hard finding time to spend together. I wasn’t able to see him as much as I wanted to. We managed to sneak in a few movie nights and sleepovers, but it never felt like enough.

I wished I could spend every minute with him, but his job, at least for now, was going to keep him busy for a while. I understood that. It was still hard, though, on those nights I studied by myself and went to bed alone.

In a weird way, it reminded me of when I was younger. With Mom always gone working her two jobs, and my sister always off doing her music stuff, working on writing songs, practicing, and touring, I’d had a lonely childhood.

That was why I treasured every moment Seth and I had together.

“I’m not really a movie person,” he said. “I prefer TV.”

Seth curled an arm around my waist and tugged me onto his lap.

“Why?” I shifted around, to find a comfortable position perched on his thighs. “Movies are awesome.”

“They’re over too soon.” He placed his hands on my hips, stilling my squirming. “You get two hours of characters and plot, and then it’s done. That’s not enough time to get really into something. I need a TV show with lots of seasons I can binge all in a row.”

“You do seem to have an addictive personality,” I said. “When you get into something, you really get into it.”

“Are you referring to my obsession with getting my hands on your hot little body?” He ran his hands up and down my sides. “You’re much more interesting than a TV show.”

“Gee, thanks,” I said. “What a compliment.”

He got a wicked glint in his eyes. “What if we combined both and made a video?”

“I’m not making a sex tape with you.”

“Probably a good idea,’” he said. “I’ve seen that go wrong too many times.” He put his hands on my knees, fingers sneaking under the hem of my skirt. “I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to snap a couple sexy photos to send me.”

“Are you asking for nudes?” I raised an eyebrow. “I suppose you'd feel obliged to send me some in return? Isn’t that just as risky as a sex tape?”

“I wouldn’t have my face in them,” he argued.

I shook my head at him with a laugh. “No dick pics, please.”

“What about sexting?” he asked. “A little dirty talk can be such a turn on.”

The thought of turning on my phone and seeing a dirty text from Seth was both thrilling and terrifying.

“The last thing I need is someone sneaking a peek at my phone and seeing something like that,” I said.

We went quiet, no doubt both thinking that the unnamed someone was my sister.

Seth leaned forward and pressed his lips to my collarbone, nipping lightly. My thighs clenched.

“It’s just as well,” he said. “I’m already distracted enough thinking of you day and night. If we started sexting I’d spend all day on my phone and never get anything done.”

A pang of guilt went through me.