Page 53 of How to Love a Rockstar

“This doesn’t count as our goodnight kiss.”

She bites her bottom lip as she studies me.

“Does this?” She presses her lips to mine. They’re soft and smooth. I thread my hands through her hair the way I’ve been dreaming about since I first saw her. She gasps and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.

Sunshine and summer days. Who knew the taste would be this appealing? My tongue explores her mouth but Ginny isn’t an innocent bystander. Her tongue meets mine. It’s tentative at first but the more I stroke into her mouth, the bolder she becomes.

I readjust her until she’s straddling my lap. She moans when she feels my hard length. It’s all for her.

I trail my free hand along her side until I reach the underside of her breast. She arches her back and—

Honk!

She yanks her lips away from me – the spell of our kiss broken by the car horn. Her eyes are wide and concerned as she scans the parking lot.

I grasp her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “No one’s looking.”

“You didn’t even check. I thought you weren’t a vampire.”

“I don’t need to look. We’re in a parking lot with no cars nearby.” I never park near other cars. Safety protocol rule number one when you’re famous.

“Okay.”

“You’re okay?”

She nods.

“Good because I still want a goodnight kiss.”

“It’s good to have goals,” she teases before crawling to her side of the car and opening the door. “Come on. There are books to be bought.”

I readjust my cock in my jeans before I follow her. I was already obsessed with my little librarian. But now I’ve tasted her and experienced her teasing? My obsession is only growing.

Chapter 18

Danger bells – often go unneeded when a sexy rockstar is involved

Virginia

“Did you reshelve those books I asked you to?” Gratitude asks.

She asked me to do those books less than five minutes ago. What does she think? I’m a magician who can magically transport books throughout the library while sitting next to her? Please. If I was a magician, I wouldn’t waste my talent on moving books through a library.

I inhale a deep breath and paste a smile on my face. “I’ll do it now.”

I pick up the pile of books and walk off before she can order me to do more work right now when it can clearly wait.

I don’t know why she doesn’t like me. I’m easy to get along with. I do my work without complaint. I come in on time every day. I stay late if necessary. But no matter what I do, she’s a complete grump to me. Maybe she’s just a grumpy woman?

I return to the circulation desk determined to ask Gratitude if I’ve somehow offended her. But the door opens and Dylan strolls in with a tray of coffees.

He smirks and my body warms. I remember how those lips felt on mine. How he made me feel as if he couldn’t get enough of my mouth, my taste. I know I couldn’t get enough of him. I doubt I ever will.

I was tempted to throw all my good girl ways out the window and ask him inside my apartment last night. I almost did. It was actually Dylan who backed off and wished me good night before walking away.

“Hey, Ginny.” He kisses my cheek. “How is your day going?”

“Better now.”

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