Page 47 of Taming His Rockstar

I laugh out loud. “I don’t suppose your brush spent five minutes telling you how you’re messing the last note on your song.”

“Yeah, it tried that, and I just changed brushes.”

I chuckle. “I wish I could do that, but Chuck is really good at what he does.”

“I know the type.” He smiles at me as he picks an olive from the top of the pizza and throws it into his mouth. “The fact that they are right just makes you even more pissed off at them.”

“You do know the type.”

He nods. “Finish your food. I’ll go and draw you a bath.”

I watch him walk to my bedroom upstairs and turn back to my pizza, emotions I’m not ready to identify running through me. A few minutes later, I walk upstairs and find him testing the temperature of the water in the bathtub.

“Perfect,” he says when he turns around and sees me. “Get naked.”

“I don’t think I should get into a tub after I just ate as much as I did. Besides, I don’t want to fall asleep and drown.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here to stop you from drowning.” He pours scented bathing oil in the water, and the smell of lavender fills everywhere. “Come on, you’ll love it.”

I contemplate it for a while. In the end, I can’t deny I want to and begin to take off my clothes. When I’m done, I walk forward and slowly lower myself into the tub. The sound I make as I settle in the water is as close to orgasmic I’ve ever sounded without actually having an orgasm. He’s right; the temperature was perfect.

“Lean back,” he says, and I immediately do as he says.

So far, he’s not failed me. He begins to massage my shoulders, his strong fingers slowly working at invisible knots on my neck. I moan when he finds a particularly stubborn lump and he works it loose. It’s a good thing he’s there with me, or I would melt into the tub the way I’m feeling.

“I’ve missed you,” I say as he continues massaging my neck.

“Yeah?”

I nod. “I even thought about popping over at your place yesterday. Thankfully, I have the next few days off. We can spend as much time as you want together.” I give him a sultry look. “You could even get naked right now and get in here with me, start this vacation early.”

I turn around to catch him grin before he replies, “As much as I want that, I don’t think now is the time. You’re going to soak here, and after, we’ll put you to bed, and you’ll have that sleep I can hear in your voice. That’s a better way to start your vacation.”

I open my mouth to protest and end up fighting a yawn. “Okay,” I growl when I find him laughing at me. “Hey, how about we do it?”

“I just told you why we are not.”

“No. I mean, why don’t we go on a vacation?” I look at him. “We could fly over to Italy tomorrow. Rent a beach house. Go swimming in the ocean. Ride jet skis. Just goof around for a few days. I swear, I can feel myself getting better just thinking about it.” I suddenly realize that he has a life of his own, and going on vacations with the woman he’s just banging may be more than what he’s looking for. “You don’t have to . . .”

“Sure,” he replies.

I turn around so fast water spills out of the bathtub. “What?”

“Let’s go to . . . Where did you say again?”

“Italy. Or Fiji. We can go anywhere you want to in the world.”

He shakes his head. “Where do you want to go?”

I want to tell him I don’t care where it is as long as he’s there with me. But I know that would just make him run away from me.

“Let’s go to Italy,” I say instead.

“All right.”

I turn around and lean into his hand, loving the feel of it on my skin. “Tell me about your new painting.”

* * *

Iopen my eyes and realize I’m in my bed. I’m naked with the covers pulled over me but have no memory of leaving the bathtub the night before. The last thing I remember is listening to Jake talk about his new painting. I lift my head. Jake is on the bed next to me. He has one leg on the floor and one hand under his head. I think back to him bringing food for me the night before, running a bath for me, massaging me, and then carrying me from the bathtub and bringing me to bed, and I can no longer deny it. I’m falling in love with my one-night stand. I should wake him and tell him that he’ll need to stop doing all these things if he ever plans on leaving me some day. He should stick with just giving me earthshattering orgasms.

But I don’t do that. Instead, I lift the covers and use them to cover him too. Then I curl into his body and spoon against him, loving the heat of him against me.

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