Page 23 of Rockstar Baby

Coming closer, he took my other braid and mirrored my slow unwind of hair. My one vanity. It wasn’t practical to have it so long considering all the jobs I had, but watching him spear his fingers through it and lay it over my chest made me shiver all over again.

When both braids were done and the waves fell down my back, he leaned in and kissed me, filling his hands with my thick hair. He massaged the back of my head, and each kiss went deeper until I couldn’t resist the urge to lean into his touch for more.

He tugged at my shirt and tossed it aside, his lips going for my neck as he tugged lightly on my scalp to keep my head tipped back. With his other hand, he softly drew the backs of his knuckles along my midriff to the line of my breasts, but never over them. I thanked all the gods I knew that Kinleigh had demanded a full treatment for the sixties’ outfit I was wearing. The bra was a little more modern, but the smooth silk made my okay breasts look way better than the ill-fitting bras I was forever fighting with.

He dropped into the high-backed chair by the fireplace and drew me down to straddle him. My hair was a curtain of fire, thanks to the flames behind me.

Rory’s hands slid down to my waist to tug me as close as possible, making sure I felt just how hard he was. I rolled my hips lightly as we kissed until we were both breathless with it. His fingers slipped up my back and undid my bra. The straps fell forward, but he didn’t look at my breasts. No, his gaze was on mine as he slowly stripped everything away from me.

I wanted to feel him too.

I pushed at his sweater until it was up and over his head. We both hissed as my breasts swayed against his hair roughened chest. His fingers sunk into my hair, dragging my head back to get to my neck and finally, the tips of my breasts.

I let out a harsh, surprised groan as he sucked the tip of one. After all the sweet, soft touches, the harsh pull and tiny bite seemed to catapult me past the dreamy veil of lust into a technicolor reality. My nails dug into his chest, sliding down to his hard belly, to his pants.

He cupped my breasts and ravaged my mouth as I ripped at his belt and zipper. I needed him closer. Needed to know he was just as wound up as me.

He filled my hand as I finally looked at him. Finally met his gaze and found crackling intensity where there had been patience.

“It’s been too long, Ivy. I’m hanging on by my fingernails here.” He nudged my hair out of my face. “I want everything.” He coasted his thumb across the hard tip of my breast, then pinched it until I gasped. “I want to take my time, but I think I’m going to go mad if I don’t get inside you.”

I stroked down the impressive length of him. “You’re not the only one.”

“Maybe we’re not ready for you to get inside of me tonight, yeah?”

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.”

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.