Page 28 of A Little Broken

She beams back at me, though I don’t miss the edge of sass accompanying it. “You do, don’t you? And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll return the favor.”

“How generous of you. But it’s your birthday, not mine.”

Her brow lifts. “Unselfishandgood with your hands?”

“You should see what my mouth can do.”

Her smile widens. “You should see whatmymouth can do.”

My cock jerks in my jeans, and I move toward her, pinning Tatum to my bike as she stares up at me with a coy smile I’d give anything to taste. “Careful,” I warn. “I’m already rock hard.”

“Are you saying you don’t want my mouth, Paxton?” She nibbles her bottom lip and peeks up at me through her thick, dark lashes.

My cock flexes again. It’s addictive. The look in her eyes. The sass. The push and the pull I’ve felt more with her than anyone I’ve ever been around, and we just met. She’s a fucking tease, but I like it. I like it a lot more than I should, and I fight the urge to grind against her right here, right now. “I feel like this is a test.”

Her mouth curves just the slightest. “Maybe.”

Unable to help myself, I steal a kiss, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips as my hands find her waist. I push myself against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me, my erection pressing against her stomach. After a sharp inhale, she tilts her head and opens her mouth wider. Chocolate’s on her breath from her birthday shake. It only makes me crave her more. I dip my tongue into her mouth, committing her taste to memory. When I pull back, she sucks in a quick breath, her gaze nothing but fucking lava.

“Kiss me again,” she orders. But I can still hear it. The breathiness. The plea. She thinks she’s in charge, but she’s asweak for me as I am for her. Putting us out of our misery, I bridge the gap between us, and she slips her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently. The slight pain shoots straight to my groin, and I fight back my groan. Fuck, this girl is something else. Arching her back, she presses her body against mine. Her curves mold to me, and I like it. A lot.

“Gonna tell me to get on my knees yet?” she breathes out.

“Nah, but I am gonna tell you to open them.”

“We’re in public,” she reminds me.

“Didn’t stop us before.”

She shakes her head, fighting back her amusement. “You know, you’re way too famous to be this careless.”

She’s right. I am too famous to be pulling shit like this. Maybe it’s because it’s the middle of the night. Maybe it’s because I’m supposed to be at the meet and greet instead of outside a burger joint pressed against a girl I’ve just met. Maybe it’s because Judge’s family pays for the best PR firm in the US—not because the band can’t afford it, but because his family is anal about everything, but most importantly, public perception—who’ve already proven they know how to cover the band’s tracks whenever necessary. And maybe it’s because the girl in front of me isn’t looking at me like she wants to fuck a rockstar simply to claim she did. Nah, she’s looking at me like tonight is a secret. One meant for only me and her.

“Do you want to invite me to your place?” I ask.

“You mean the hotel room I’m sharing with Rory?” She pats my chest. “No thank you. But I’m sure you’ll think of something, Mr. Security.” Reaching for the helmet on the seat, she slides it on and tilts her head back. Grabbing her throat, I bring her toward me, squeezing softly before redoing the buckle. It’s like a twisted game of deja vu. Only this time, I know what she tastes like. The reminder makes it almost impossible to keep my hands to myself, though somehow, I manage. Once her helmetis in place, I slide mine on and climb onto the bike. She joins me without a word, wrapping her arms around my waist without any prodding from me.

I don’t ask if she wants me to take the long or short way this time. Pretty sure my cock will split through my zipper if I prolong this any more than I already have. When we stop at a light, Tatum’s hands around my waist dip lower. Her fingers brush against me through my jeans, and I drop my head forward, trying to maintain some semblance of control. She squeezes me, not even bothering for subtlety, and it only turns me on more.

“Careful,” I warn.

She strokes me again, and I swear I see stars.

Running my tongue between my upper teeth and lip, I pull out my phone.

Me

Get me a room at The Grande.

Danny

For tonight?

Me

Yeah. Don’t tell anyone else.

Danny

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