Page 69 of How to Love a Rockstar

“I wasn’t referring to my height.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You weren’t?”

I slap his shoulder and he captures my hand to place it against his chest. “Ginny, I think I proved to you I love each and every one of your curves last night.” He pauses to lean closer to me until I can feel his heat surrounding me. “But I’m happy to prove to you how much I enjoy those curves again this morning.”

Heat flows through me until liquid pools between my thighs. I rub them together.

“You did promise to show me all of your techniques.”

“Is there a technique you think needs improvement?”

I can feel my blush travel from my cheeks down my body to my chest, but I plow forward. “You didn’t actually show me your … um… finger technique.”

By the time I finish the sentence, my face is on fire.

Dylan smirks. “I didn’t? I need to rectify this omission immediately.”

His finger trails from my neck down my torso, around my breast, until he reaches the waistband of my panties. Why, oh why, did I insist on putting on a t-shirt to sleep in? If my chest was bare, I have no doubt his hands would be filled with my breasts.

He bends forward and places his mouth on my ear. “But first. Breakfast.”

Breakfast? How can he possibly be thinking about food now?

“You’re a tease,” I grumble.

“I did promise to withhold at least one orgasm.” I frown and he pinches my nose. “Plus, the pancakes are getting cold.”

My stomach grumbles and he chuckles. “Let’s feed the hungry beast, shall we?”

I rearrange the pillows behind me until I’m comfortable and he sets the tray on my lap. I inhale a deep breath of pancakes, maple syrup, and warm butter. Yum.

“These smell delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”

He settles next to me in bed. “I didn’t have much choice after my dad left. My mom was working all the time. Someone had to feed my sisters breakfast.”

“If I remember correctly, you were working all the time, too.”

He shrugs and grabs one of the plates from the tray. “Mom was heartbroken. She needed time to grieve.”

“Your sisters are lucky to have you.”

I would have loved a sister growing up. Anything would have been better than the two step-brothers I ended up with.

I shove those thoughts away. I am not thinking about my so-called family when Dylan is sitting next to me in bed eating pancakes he made me as a treat after a night of lovemaking.

“I didn’t feed Harry since it’s morning but I removed all his uneaten food and gave him fresh water.”

“You did what?”

He frowns. “Did I overstep? I’m sorry. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you. I won’t do it again if it bothers you.”

I capture his wrist. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“It doesn’t?”

His voice sounds full of hope. As if he’s the one who can’t believe I’m with him instead of the other way around. Crazy but true.

“Of course not. Harry likes you. I have no idea why, but he does,” I tease.

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