Page 41 of Rockstar Baby

He unearthed a pair of condoms and I smiled wide.

“I nicked them from the medicine cabinet.”

“Smart man.”

“Not sure about that.” He huffed out a groan against my throat as I gripped him tighter.

“Suit up, LC.”

He reached for the condom on the edge of my bed. “I’ve never known a woman like you.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“Working for me.” He ripped open the package and sheathed himself quickly. Then he was inside me.

Thank freaking God.

Our hands both held onto the headboard. It was hard, fast, and relentless.

We were both up and over the edge before I even had time to consider anything crazy.

Like God, did my boobs look like shit this way? I didn’t have any makeup on. Did I seem too greedy? The whole host of usual worries while having sex.

Nope. Not today. Not with him. When Rory got near me, I forgot about everything but pleasure and the wild ride past thought to pure feeling.

I hooked an arm around his neck as he touched his forehead to mine and a low, slow groan rumbled between us. Then he actually pinned me to mattress for a few seconds.

There were no words, just the marathon gallop of my heart as I slowly came out of the euphoria clouds. I looked down between us to see my pants dangling off one ankle, along with my panties. Who the hell knew where my bra had landed.

Somewhere in the kitchen. Maybe. I’d have to go look for that before August came home.

I so didn’t need that conversation.

“Apologies,” he muttered before sliding away to deal with the condom. He returned to curl around me. There wasn’t a whole lot of room on my full bed for a man like Rory.

I laughed. “Only you would say ‘I’m sorry’ after amazing sex.”

“Would you rather I be a dick and just roll off?”

Maybe. Then I wouldn’t want to rewind and do this again three, four, twelve more times.

I slipped from the bed, then leaned down to remove the rest of my clothing. I gathered my hair up into a messy knot and forced myself to look him in the eye.

It took a minute since his gaze was roving over my body. All five-feet-three-inches of me. Not a long perusal, but I couldn’t deny the flush I felt climbing up my neck. No one had ever looked at me like he did.

He had given me a lot of my firsts.

Just figured that a man who was rushing to leave town would make all my girl parts stand up and take notice. As well as my brain, because I really liked sparring with him too.

“Fuck me, you are a vision.”

“Glad those yoga videos really work.”

“That they do. You put the women in Los Angeles to shame.”

“Oh, now you’re just blowing up my skirt.”

“You’re not wearing one.” He held his hand out. The corner of his distractible mouth tipped up. “Come back here.”