Page 65 of How to Love a Rockstar

I thread my hand through her hair. “You won’t regret it in the morning?”

“I won’t regret it in the morning.”

I gaze into her eyes. I can’t detect anything but honesty in those whiskey eyes. Honesty is good but I want to see her eyes overcome with passion.

“Promise?”

“I promise I won’t regret inviting you inside my apartment to watch television.”

“Oh, you’ve got jokes now, do you?”

She giggles and I can’t resist tasting those lips. Feeling them press against mine. Plunging my tongue into her mouth to explore each and every crevice. She moans and I stroke into her mouth to give her more. To give her everything.

When I run out of breath, I pull away and lean my forehead against hers. “Your taste is addicting.”

“Good. The label didn’t lie then.”

Damn. She’s fun. I shut the door and make sure it’s locked before picking her up.

“Stop! I’m too heavy.”

I bobble her and she squeals.

“You’re not heavy. My guitar weighs more than you.”

We enter her bedroom and I lay her on the bed. I switch on the bedside light. I’d prefer the overhead light to allow me to study every inch of her body without shadows but Ginny’s a shy thing. A bright light will make her uncomfortable. We’ll work up to it.

I cover her with my body. “Is Harry okay or should I move him into the living room?”

“Are you worried Harry’s going to observe and score your technique?”

I remove her glasses and place them on the nightstand. I want to be able to gaze into her eyes while I’m buried deep inside her. “Don’t you worry, my little librarian, I’ll score tens in all techniques.”

Heat flares in her eyes. “All techniques?”

“Mouth.” I kiss her lips. “Hands.” I glide the back of my hand up her arm. “And cock.” I press my hard length against her stomach.

“I-I-I.” She swallows. “I think I need a demonstration of these so-called techniques.”

“Your wish is my command.” I wink. “But first things first. You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

She grabs the hem of her t-shirt but I capture her wrist before she can move. “Nuh-uh. I’ll be the one removing your clothes this evening.”

She nods and I drop her wrist. “If anything I do bothers you or scares you, say the word and I’ll stop.”

“What are you going to do that’s scary? Grow a tentacle and use it to…” She pauses. “Touch me.”

I chuckle. I know exactly where she meant by ‘touch me’. “A tentacle?”

“I enjoy reading sci-fi romance.”

“I think I need to examine your book collection closer.”

“Why?” She cocks a brow. “Do you need hints on technique?”

“There’s one.”

“One what?”

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