Page 123 of Wicked Rockstar

Jerk.

I nodded my head vigorously. “That’s an excellent idea.”

Once the tub had filled, he pulled the hem of my—his— shirt and shimmied it off of me. It didn’t matter what this man did, my heart wanted to climb out of my chest and offer itself to him. He exuded sensuality and caring and it made me sad that it had taken me so long to see it.

Then I stood and he helped me remove the boxers.

“It’s your turn,” I said, hoping my husky voice sounded alluring.

I ran my fingertips across his abdomen, loving how he sucked in a breath as I traced every ridge and dip on display. He was so damn hot. My hands curled into the edges of his pants and to the boxers he wore underneath.

I’d like to say I could’ve been slow and provocative about it, but in my eagerness I tugged them off so hard I was surprised they didn’t rip.

I tilted my head to look at him, expecting him to laugh or make light of my lack of finesse. Instead, the heat of his eyes burned me up from the inside out. “You’re so sexy, Tris.”

“Tell me more,” I purred, teasing him.

“I love that I can see every expression on your face. There’s no pretending with you. No games. No manipulation. You show up exactly as you are and I treasure that.”

I was quiet for a minute. “Except when I wanted to not be me. The makeover … My actions, trying to be sexy and smooth … None of that worked. I realize now it was because I wasn’t being true to myself. You warned me, told me from the start I didn’t and shouldn’t have to do any of that. And now I know why. Because you like me for me.”

“Trissabelle. Iloveyou for you.”

I wrapped my arms around his naked body and pulled him to me. After that admission, I needed more of him. Physically.

Now.

He groaned and backed away, stepping into the tub first and holding out his hand to help me in. “No. You are taking a bath. The lavender will relax you and the bath salts are supposed to be good for sore muscles.”

“And you just had bubble bath and bath salts hanging around for—” I stopped before I wrongly accused him of having women here when he’d been clear he never had.

“Myself. I’m a bath kind of guy,” he shrugged unapologetically.

“You’re serious?” I laughed. “That’s awesome.” I placed my hand in his and stepped over the edge and into the water.

Killian sat and laid back allowing me to maneuver myself and settle between his legs.

Now it was my turn to let out a garbled sound of pleasure.

The heat of the water and the miracle of what he’d added to the water felt amazing. We lay there together in silence, my back resting against his chest. His hands skimmed up and down my arms, kneaded my breasts, and caressed my stomach. I closed my eyes and relaxed into him, never more content than in that moment.

“I thought we were taking a break from sex?” I asked, breathlessly, sincerely hoping he’d say no and that he’d been joking.

His answer was to lightly massage my clit. “Who said anything about sex?”

There was something erotic about him getting me off while his hard cock pressed into my back. My hips pumped into his finger and it amazed me at how fast my body woke up. How quick my need for him grew, and I prayed he didn’t ask me to wait to come like before.

He didn’t protest as my fingernails dug into his forearm. Tucking his face into my neck, he licked at the skin and kissed his way up to my ear.

I moaned his name as my legs trembled and he slid an arm around me, his hand clamped tight on my hip, as I writhed in his lap.

“Yes, yes. Like that. Don’t… ” My breath caught. “Don’t stop.”

“I like you all warm and needy,” he teased. His finger shifted, sliding through my slit and then back up to my clit. “Come for me, Trissabelle.”

I fucking loved hearing my name on his lips.

Like a freight train out of control on its tracks, my back arched and a mewling cry burst from my mouth. As I came down from my orgasm, he lightly bit on my shoulder, then soothed the spot with his tongue.

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