Page 57 of Taming His Rockstar

“You,” he replies. “I want all of you.”

“You’ve always had me,” I say back. “And now, you don’t ever get to leave. Already gave you that chance. Now, you’re stuck with me forever.”

“Good. I’ll not have it any other way.”

He smiles up at me, still on his knees, the submissive posture looking so out of place on him. Then I see the look in his eyes, and I know what it means for him to go to his knees like this in front of me. It’s like he’s telling me that it doesn’t matter who calls who what in the bedroom, or that I love it when he spanks me and punishes me in exciting ways that make me just want to disobey him more. I have a fucking hold over him that’s more than that. I have a power over him that transcends the physical intimacy of our erotic games. And it’s only fair since he also has that hold over me.

I sink to my knees in front of him so I can look into his face. “I love you, Jake. I love you so much it feels like the rightest thing in the world. And the scariest and the most beautiful things all at once. Only when you look at me like that, it takes away the scary and leaves me with just right and beautiful.”

“I love you too, Katie Dawn. And I am yours now and forever.”

He leans down to kiss me. But I don’t wait for him. I’ve missed his touch too much. I push myself up and meet his kiss halfway, my heart sighing in contentment when I feel the touch of his lips on mine. It’s slow and romantic and sweet, for all of five seconds. Then hunger overcomes tact and yearning, overcomes the desire to draw out what should be a tender moment. I have missed him too much. Even I didn’t know how much until that very moment. His hand holds my neck, and my arms go around his shoulders as the kiss becomes edgy and passionate.

“I’ve fucking missed you so much,” he swears into my mouth. “I swear I started hallucinating and seeing you standing in front of me. Blamed it on all the paint fumes.”

I laugh. Then kiss him again, mind too muddled to form words right then. Hungry, I push him to the floor and straddle him.

“After now, remind me to be mad at you.”

He grins at me. “Why?”

“For waiting so long to change my mind.”

“I told you I was busy trying to be the man that could change your mind.”

“I know.” I slip my hand underneath his shirt and release a harsh breath when I feel his naked skin underneath my hands. “You still took too long.”

“And how soon should I have come?”

“Ten seconds after I walked out of that hotel room,” I reply.

He chuckles. Then grunts when I rake my nails over his nipples.

“Either the paint fumes are still affecting me, or I think you want to have naughty sex on the floor of my gallery.”

My hands go lower until they find something pulsing hard. He groans when I rub his erection over his pants.

“You complaining?” I ask.

He replies by turning me so he’s on top now and kissing me deep and quick. When he lifts his head, my mind’s too scrambled to do anything but clutch blindly at his shirt.

“I was thinking there is no better way to christen this place than to make love with you on the floor. But I was hoping our first time together after so long would be somewhere more . . . romantic.”

“After the speech you gave, I don’t think there is anything more romantic than this.” I reach for his zipper. “Besides, it’s been too long, and unless your somewhere romantic is behind one of those doors.” I nod at two doors at the other end of the room. Probably the restroom and offices. “We’ll have to make do with this.”

He opens his mouth to protest or something. Then snaps it shut when I wrap my hands around him. I chuckle, luxuriating in the power I seem to have over him. It’s great to know I have as much power over him as he does me. Okay, maybe a quarter of the power he has over me. I don’t mind.

“Considering how long it’s been,” he says in a voice thick with need. “You move that hand too fast, and we’ll have us a sticky situation. A very sticky situation.”

I giggle. “I already have a sticky situation between my legs.” I lean in close to him, seductively whispering to him. “A very wet and sticky situation.”

He goes still for all of a second. Then he’s moving with the speed of a race car on steroids. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten naked so fast. I’m pretty sure he’s ripped something off me. I don’t care when it means we’re finally together, skin to skin. He raises himself above me, his hips between my legs and his hands on either side of my head as he stares down at me. The tip of him nudges at my sex, and I squirm for him to be quick. Still, he just stands there, staring at me. Driving me crazy.

“Just so you know, the next time you ever leave me, first thing I’m doing after I get you back is turn you over my knee and spank you.”

My pussy creams right then, just before he plunges inside me. And maybe it’s the fact that it has been so long since the last time, or the idea of him spanking me, or the realization that I no longer have to pretend that this is an elaborate and prolonged one-night stand. As soon as the tip of his cock slips into the wet heat of my sex, I cry out in pleasure, my orgasm rocking my body so hard my cries vibrate in my throat. And a few minutes later, he makes me scream yet again, chanting his name like the only litany that can save me from the pleasure that swamps over me in waves. Only this time, he’s groaning out his release right along with me. And just as I feel the last spurt of his release coat the walls of my pussy, he leans down to my ears and whispers, “You’re mine now, Katie Dawn. And I don’t plan on ever losing you. I love you, baby.”

And those words, they force a mini orgasm out of me. Not as powerful as the first two or any of the ones he’s ever given me. But just as potent, because it’s my body reaffirming something my heart knew a long time ago.

“I love you too, Jake. With a love brighter than the light of the sun. More than all the stars in the sky combined. Stronger than anything man has ever known. You make perfect turn from impossible to easy.”

Yep, I can be poetic too. Especially since I mean every fucking word I say.

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