Page 52 of Rockstar Baby

So…no labels. We’d just enjoy the moment. That had held us in good stead last time, right?

“Okay, okay, fine, Aug, you do what you want. Me? Uh, why do you want to know?”

Ivy’s apron dipped just enough to allow me to see her tank top and the pink bra strap that matched her panties. I tugged the bra strap aside with my teeth, kissing her shoulder in the process. Freckles exploded over her skin. They were everywhere. A dusting of cinnamon on the palest snow.

Huh, I’d have to integrate that into my song.

The song I’d written for the woman I’d had a meaningless hookup with.

My teeth scraped her skin, more roughly than I’d intended. She gasped, although she quickly hid it under a cough.

Since that wouldn’t do, I reached around and slipped my hand under her apron, dragging my knuckle between her legs over the seam of her trousers. Rather than closing me out, she opened her thighs and tipped back her head.

I transferred my kisses to the side of her neck, climbing higher until I could suck on her earlobe. Her delicate earring tapped against my teeth. I rubbed my knuckle harder against the fabric, wondering if I was imagining how damp it was already.

Voices sounded below us as people strolled on the sidewalk to the pier that led to the lake. Behind us, someone dropped a plate in the kitchen and a curse rang out.

But Ivy didn’t stop me. She just arched against me and slid the phone away every time she couldn’t hold back a moan.

“You’re going to come for me,” I murmured against her throat.

I told myself her brother couldn’t hear me.

And even if he could, I still wouldn’t stop.

I shifted my hold on her, bringing her more tightly against me so my cock imprinted her back. She whimpered and held the phone away, dangling it over the water while she rocked into the determined movement of my fingers. Still through the cloth. It didn’t matter. Already I’d begun to learn how to touch her. To give her what she needed.

She brought the phone back to her ear. “I’ll just hang out with a…friend tonight.” She barely managed to get the words out before she shattered, gasping and bucking into my palm as she moved the phone between her breasts.

I whirled her around and covered her mouth with my own, needing to taste her first few breaths as she came down from the high. Enjoying far too much how she softly moaned, letting the sound free as if I’d given her permission.

“Say goodbye to your brother,” I said against her lips.

She nodded and lifted the phone. “Sorry. Bad connection. Have fun with Serafina. We’ll talk later.” She clicked off and stared at me with glazed dark brown eyes. “He could’ve heard.”

“He didn’t. You’re very quiet when you come. We have to change that.” I slanted my mouth over hers again, sliding my tongue against hers with the same kind of slow friction I’d use when I drove into her body.

Not that first stroke. The first would be wild and uninhibited, just enough to hurt. Then I’d slow it down, delaying my pleasure until she found hers.

Okay, that was the ideal scenario.

Reality? At this rate, I’d probably come in my pants before she stripped.

“God, I want you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and we fed off each other like animals, hungry and desperate.

Until the door behind us opened.

“Ladybug?”

Ivy jerked away from me and slammed backward into the railing. I reached around her to rub her back and she flailed, shoving me away.

“Yes, Mitch. Sorry. Just clocked out. I’m off the clock,” she said loudly, as if she expected to be fired at any minute.

If she was going to be let go, I intended to make the reason worthwhile. I’d fuck her against the railing before we left.

“You again. You came back for her?”

I shifted, slipping my hands into the pockets of my trousers. “I came back. Nice to see you again, Mitch.”