Page 47 of How to Love a Rockstar

Oh my. He’s naked underneath that towel. How easy it would be to whip it off and have my wicked way with him.

“Ginny, what’s wrong?”

His question snaps me out of my Dylan-sex-fog.

“It’s Harry.”

“Is he hurt? What happened?”

“He got scared and now he’s hiding under the bed and won’t come out. The last time he only needed five minutes before he calmed down but it’s been fifteen and he’s not coming out.”

“Let me see what I can do.”

He begins to stroll toward my apartment, but I stop him. Dylan in only a towel in my apartment is a temptation I won’t be able to resist.

“Maybe you should get dressed first.”

He glances down at his body. “If you insist,” he says before rushing off.

He returns in a pair of cut-off sweats and nothing else. His glorious chest is still on display. I’ve always made fun of women and their obsession with six-pack abs. I was wrong. There’s a lot to obsess about. A lot of skin to lick. A lot of ridges to explore.

“Let’s go save Harry.” Dylan grasps my hand and drags me across the hallway to my apartment. “He’s hiding under the bed?”

At my nod, he leads me down the hallway to my bedroom. He starts to switch on the overhead light but I stop him.

“Bright light scares Harry.”

“Then Harry won’t have bright light. How about the lamp on your nightstand?”

I switch it on while Dylan gets to his knees. He sticks his head under the bed. “Hey Harry,” he murmurs.

He lays on his stomach and crawls under the bed until his top half is hidden. I bite my tongue before I groan at how perfect his ass appears in those cut-offs. The shorts do nothing to hide how firm and round his muscles are.

What is wrong with me? Obsessing about a man’s body while my hedgehog is in a crisis! I mentally slap myself as I make my way to the other side of the bed. I lay down on the floor and wiggle until my top half is under the bed.

Harry’s still curled up at the end of the bed out of my reach. Poor little guy is scared to death. I don’t blame him. Dogs are scary to me and they’re not ten times my size.

“What happened, little man?” Dylan murmurs.

“Dog,” I whisper.

“Did a big bad doggy scare you? Don’t you worry. We’ll stay right here with you until you aren’t scared anymore.”

My ovaries nearly explode at his words. I bet he’ll speak to his children with the same gentle voice. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to his children. No one would bully them. And he certainly wouldn’t treat them as if they’re a nuisance. Not this guy.

“What should we talk about while we wait?” Dylan asks. I try to come up with a topic but he isn’t asking me. “How about our days? You probably slept all day since you’re nocturnal.”

“How do you know hedgehogs are nocturnal?”

“I researched them after I found out about Harry.”

I love how he doesn’t play games. He’s not pretending he knew everything about hedgehogs before he met me. Not Dylan. He’s honest and open.

“I didn’t sleep the day away the way you did, Harry. Nope. I spent the day at the recording studio. Jett was a big fat whiner all day long. Do you remember Jett? You bit him. Good taste by the way. He’s a pain in the ass.”

“What did he whine about?”

“What didn’t he whine about is the question.”

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