Page 84 of Rockstar Next Door Neighbor

“Maybe that was the point.” I stretch up on my tiptoes, brushing my lips against his jaw. “Want to taste?”

His grip on my waist tightens. “Thecookies, or you?”

“Both?”

The growl that escapes him makes me giggle. Then his mouth is on mine again, and I’m not thinking about paparazzi or press coverage or anything except the way he makes me feel.

He lifts me and carries me to the couch, then lets me slide slowly down his front. I marvel at his strength, and it sends a shiver through my entire body. I’m barefoot. Luke toes off his loafers. We take turns undressing each other.

The first piece of clothing off is my t-shirt.

“Wild Band, huh? I like seeing you in that.” His voice sounds possessive. As he slips it over my head, he whispers, “But I like seeing you even more like this.” His warm hands cup my breasts through the lace of my bra.

My hands unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it from his waistband. My palms explore his chiseled abs, and I hear his harsh intake of breath. He bends so I can pull his shirt off his shoulders. He makes quick work of my shorts, leaving me standing before him in only my white lace bra and panties. He takes his time. His gaze burns as it travels slowly over my exposed curves.

Seeing the lust in his eyes makes me almost dizzy. I step forward, and my hands reach for his waistband. I unbutton hisdress pants, slowly lowering the zipper. My hand slips inside and cups him. His cock is warm, almost hot, and he groans as I stroke him. His fingers circle my wrist, and I glance up at him in surprise.

“Not yet,” he grits out.

At my smile, he pulls off his pants, taking his briefs with them. My eyes slip down to see his growing erection. Then he’s pulling me to him, his skin hot against mine. As he kisses me, his hands expertly unclasp my bra, and my full breasts spill out. His broad hands capture them, and he lightly squeezes and fondles each, pressing his thumb over my nipples.

He pulls back slightly and sits down on my couch. He strips off my last remaining barrier, my white panties, and pulls me onto his lap, facing him. My knees on either side of his hips. His mouth closes over a breast, and he alternates, taking turns grazing each with his teeth. His hands are the only thing keeping me from falling backward as I tilt my head back.

His hand sweeps through my hair, removing my scrunchy so that my hair falls out of its messy bun and cascades down my back.

Luke lifts his head from my nipples and pulls me toward him so that I’m sitting up straight. Then I feel his freehand slide between my thighs. His long, talented fingers find my slick folds, and he slides a fingertip through them. I shudder in his arms, leaning my forehead against his shoulder as he continues to work me with his hand.

“Damn, you’re tight. And so responsive,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. As soon as he feels a brief tremor, he removes his hand, and I shiver in disappointment or anticipation of what comes next. I sit back and meet his eyes. His face is tight with his arousal, his bright blue eyes brilliant and intense.

His eyes stay locked on mine as his hands spread my thighs wider, and I lift up, putting my weight on my knees until I’m over him. His hands slip from my waist to my hips and down, cupping my ass with his broad hands as he pulls me down onto him. Impaling me with his thick, hard length. Once I’m fully seated over him, it feels so good a small moan escapes my lips.

His hands don’t need to urge me to move as I rise up and down with the occasional slow swivel. I’m in control, and I revel in the feeling—knowing I’m the one turning him on. I finally close my eyes, his blue eyes too intense. Concentrating only on our connection, I continue to move, setting the rhythm, just to change it slightly now and then.

Our breaths grow ragged, his thrusts more forceful, my motions more jerky until we both shout as we climax simultaneously. I slump forward, resting my face into the crook of his neck, his hands lightly caressing up and down my back, as our breathing slows.

His hands tighten around my hips as we begin to disengage when suddenly, we both become aware of the pungent smell of something burning.

“The cookies!” I scramble the rest of the way off his chest, run to the kitchen, and grab my oven gloves. I open the oven door, and smoke billows out. I take the charred cookies out of the oven, being careful of the hot tray and place them on top of the stove.

Instantly, the smoke alarm starts to blare, and I see a naked Luke try to shut it off as I grab a dish towel and try to fan the smoke away from the alarm. Luke finally jumps up and knocks the alarm off the ceiling. It clangs as it hits the kitchen tile—the sudden silence startling.

My eyes fly to his. I see the amusement in his eyes, and my lips start to curve upward as well. We both begin to laugh as we stand naked in my kitchen, the smell of burned cookies filling the air. Luke advances and pulls me against his chest, where I can feel his laughter as he holds me close.

“Some chef I am,” I say ruefully, my face pressed against his broad chest.

“I’m the one at fault. I… ah… distracted you.”

His hands are in my hair, and he lifts my face to his. “And I’m looking forward to distracting you some more…” His lips cover mine in a slow kiss as I melt against him, all thoughts of burnt cookies replaced by his taste.

The rest of the afternoon is spent being lazy, with numerous distractions as we revel in our time together.

It’s later, and the sun has already set when Luke asks me if I want to take a walk on the beach with him. But as we approach the back deck, the flash of a camera through the sliding glass door makes me jump, and Luke immediately pulls me away from view.

“They found us already,” he mutters, his jaw tight. “So much for our walk on the beach.”

Luke pulls out his phone and dials. “Emily? I need a favor.” He listens for a moment, then relaxes. “You’ve seen the news?... Yeah, I want to take Lila away for a bit... A week, maybe two.”

I can hear Emily’s warm laugh through the phone. “Go,” she says. “I’ve been there. The band’s schedule is clear, and you two deserve some peace. Just keep your phone on for emergencies.”

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