Page 45 of How to Catch a Rockstar

He rears back. “Egg butter? What the hell is egg butter?”

“I’m teasing you. Toast and jam is fine.”

He sets the plate in front of me but he doesn’t leave. He stands next to me as if waiting to rush me back to the bathroom for another round of emptying my stomach.

I pat his hand. “I’m fine, Jett. Don’t be a worry wart.”

He scowls. “I’m not a worry wart.”

“Sure, you aren’t.” I shove the toast into my mouth and groan as the strawberry flavor hits my tongue. I didn’t realize I was this hungry. I devour the toast in record time.

Jett doesn’t move from his spot standing guard next to me the entire time. I let him be. I’m too busy making love to this toast to be bothered.

When I finish, he picks up my plate and carries it to the kitchen.

“I’ll run next door. Maybe Leia has decaf coffee.”

I don’t get a chance to protest before he’s hurrying out the back door – still without a shirt. I sigh as I watch him.

This is not good. I don’t know how to resist a sweet and caring Jett. But he’s made himself perfectly clear. He doesn’t want a relationship. And he most certainly doesn’t want a child.

I rub a hand over my stomach. “It’s okay, Little Bean. Everything will be okay.”

Now to convince myself of the same thing.

Chapter 16

Snowfall – sometimes cold but always sweet

Jett

“Aurora,” I whisper as I tiptoe into her room.

She’s sleeping on her side with the covers pulled up to her nose. The only part of her body exposed is her curly blonde hair. Hair I happen to know feels like silk when I fist it in my hands as I bury myself in her.

My cock perks up. It doesn’t care how Aurora’s pregnant with my child and all the problems her pregnancy brings. It wants a repeat of what happened in her apartment in San Diego. Come what may.

I inhale a breath through my nose and blow it out as I order my cock to calm down. There will be no repeats.

No matter how much I long to have my hands on her curves again. Or to feel her warmth surrounding me. It’s not happening.

Aurora deserves someone who knows how to be a partner. Who knows how to be a parent to her child.

I am not that man.

“Jett,” Aurora murmurs as she rubs her legs together.

Is Aurora having a sexy dream about me? I knew she missed me as much as I missed her. I knew her prickly outside was hiding a soft inside. I knew she didn’t hate me.

I’m nearly to her bed before I realize I can’t act on my wishes. I order my feet to stop.

“Aurora,” I call again.

Her eyes fly open. “What? What’s wrong? Is someone injured? Are the police on the way? I hope there isn’t a fire. Is there a fire?”

“Nothing’s wrong. There is no fire.”

She narrows her eyes on me. “Are you sure? The last time you said there was no fire, I had to pay the hotel an obnoxious amount of money to keep the ‘fire’ out of the news.”

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