Page 11 of How to Catch a Rockstar

I expect her to snort or push me away the way she usually does when I’m an arrogant ass to her. But she doesn’t. She bites her bottom lip and studies me from beneath her lashes.

Holy shit. Does Aurora want me the way I’ve always wanted her?

My cock pulses against my zipper. It’s on board with this development. I decide to try my luck.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and trail a finger down her neck. “This doesn’t have to change anything.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I could never hate you.”

She opens her mouth – probably to argue with me – my feisty girl does love to argue. But she slams it shut again and nods.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods again.

I palm her neck and draw her near. “I need to hear the words, Aurora.”

“What words?”

I grin. Only my feisty girl could make me grin while we’re in bed and my cock is about to explode.

“I’ll settle for ‘Oh Jett, I can’t resist you any longer’. Or how about ‘Ravish me, Jett. I’m yours for the taking’?”

She snorts. “Ravish me?”

I tweak her nose. “I will make you come so hard you forget to breathe.”

Her breath catches. “Promise?”

“All you have to do is say yes.”

“Yes,” she sighs. “A million times yes.”

I pause. I didn’t expect her to say yes. I was teasing. My cock presses against my jeans. It’s not teasing. It wants to be buried deep in my feisty girl’s body.

“This changes nothing between us,” I say but don’t give her a chance to answer before I slam my mouth down on hers.

She tastes of flowers and the forbidden. I’ve always been a sucker for the forbidden. I nip her bottom lip. “Let me in.”

She opens up and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I don’t get a chance to explore before her tongue is pressing against mine. Dueling with mine for supremacy. I should have known my feisty girl wouldn’t be a silent participant in bed.

I growl before I wrap an arm around her waist and haul her to me. Her breasts press against my chest. Not good enough. I want to feel her naked skin. I want to explore every curve she has. This is my one and only chance, and I’m not wasting it.

I roll her over until I’m looming above her and wrench my mouth from hers. Her pink lips are swollen from my kiss. I want to see those lips stretched around my cock while I plunge into her mouth. But first.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I kneel and grasp the hem of her t-shirt. She lifts her arms with a sultry smile and I don’t hesitate to accept her invitation. I whip the fabric off of her leaving her in a white bra. The bra strains to contain her breasts. It’s a losing battle.

I drag the cups down and her breasts pop out.

“Pretty,” I murmur as I trace her nipple with my finger. It immediately pebbles and hardens. “And responsive.”

She wraps her legs around my hips. “Are you going to stare at my chest all day or are you going to ravish me?”

I respond by kneading and pinching her breasts until she’s writhing beneath me. She arches her back and shoves her chest into my hands. I got you, feisty girl.

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