Page 96 of How to Catch a Rockstar

He captures my hand and lays it against his heart. “I’m working on it.”

“Close enough. I forgive you.”

His eyes light up. “You do?”

I shrug. “What can I say? I’m an idiot when it comes to you.”

He palms my neck to bring me near before his mouth slams down on mine. I moan and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His taste is wild, the same way he is. I thread my fingers through his hair to keep him close.

I feel him harden and lengthen beneath me. I shuffle forward until his hardness hits my core where I need it.

“Yes,” I hiss.

This is what I need. This is all I need.

Jett wrenches his lips from mine and lifts me before setting me next to him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp out.

“We have an appointment. I don’t want to miss it.”

“But.” I motion toward his crotch.

“We’ll handle this later.”

“What appointment could be more important than this?”

He rolls off the bed. Once he’s standing, he offers me his hand. “I wasn’t going to tell you but I guess I have to.”

“You’re not telling me anything. You’re teasing me.”

He helps me off the bed and kisses my forehead. “You enjoy it when I tease you.”

I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “Not when my panties are damp and you’re not removing them from my body.”

His eyes close as he groans. “Don’t make this hard.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re already hard.”

He chuckles. “Now, who’s the tease?”

I shrug. “If it gets me what I want.”

“I thought you wanted some maternity clothes.”

My brow wrinkles. “Maternity clothes?”

He cups my stomach. “For when little Crimson grows.”

“Crimson?”

“Another kickass rockstar name.”

I groan. “The next thing I know you’ll want to have another baby and name her Clover.”

He grins. “Not a bad idea.”

I lift my eyebrows. “You’re not running away to base jump in the Grand Canyon at the idea of having another baby?”

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