Page 53 of Rockstar's Fake Engagement

“How long?” I gasp as his teeth graze my pulse point.

Instead of answering, he captures my mouth again, and this kiss is even more intense than the first. One of his hands slides under my t-shirt, his warm palm pressed against the small of my back, and I arch into him, wanting more, needing—

A phone rings, shrill and demanding. We break apart, both breathing hard. It’s my phone, and Rachel’s name is flashing on the screen.

Nate’s forehead rests against mine as the phone continues to ring. His hands are still warm on my skin, and I’m still in his lap, and everything about this moment feels both perfectly right and terribly wrong.

“We should...” I start, but I can’t finish the thought.

“Yeah,” he agrees roughly, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, his thumb traces small circles on my back, sending little sparks of electricity shooting through my body.

The phone stops ringing, only to start again immediately.

“Rachel’s persistent,” he murmurs, finally pulling back enough to look at me. His eyes are still dark with desire, his hair slightly tousled from my hands running through it, and it takes everything in me not to dive right back in.

“She’ll keep calling,” I say, reluctantly reaching for the phone to answer it.

Nate’s hand covers mine. I watch as he turns my phone off, then does the same with his own. When he turns back to me, his eyes are dark with intention.

This time, when he reaches for me, I know there will be no more interruptions.

Somehow, in between the kisses, Nate manages to get my t-shirt off me as I pull off his henley, baring his chiseled chest to my wandering hands. My fingers lightly trace the tattoos on his muscled arms while he makes short work of my bra.

I gasp as his warm palms cup my full breasts, pulling me toward his mouth as his teeth lightly graze my aching nipples. I vaguely hear the sound of a zipper as he sheds his jeans. I’m not even aware of him removing my yoga pants and panties until I suddenly feel skin on skin as he returns me back to his lap. His hands warm on my waist as he turns me to face him.

Feeling his hand slip between my thighs and find me—wet and aching for him. I’m vividly aware of his rock-hard erection. Itlengthens and thickens as his strong hands come back to my waist. He suddenly shifts, pulling me off his lap and twisting until I’m flat on my back on the cushions, and he’s above me.

His blue eyes bore into mine, and his face hardens with want as he slowly—oh so slowly—works his way down my body from my lips to my breasts. After a few heart-stopping moments, and only after a helpless whimper escapes my lips, does he venture further. My stomach clenches when his mouth grazes my belly button in passing as he continues moving downward in his quest. Deliberately, he spreads my thighs to make room for him.

Taking his time, he slowly lifts my legs, placing them over each shoulder, and I quiver with anticipation as I feel his hot breath against my inner thigh. One hand covers a breast as he presses me deeper into the cushions. I’m spread before him like a feast. His other hand covers my hipbone, holding me down as he leans in for a long, slow taste.

He takes his time exploring my folds, leaving me a quivering mass as he delves in deep. A helpless whimper escapes me when he finally leans back, only to replace his mouth with his talented, long fingers. He plays me like an instrument, bringing me tittering to the edge of my desire just to back off. My hands grasp his hair, and I tug—hard.

But it doesn’t hurry him—doesn’t even deter him. He’s bent on having his way as he continues to drive me mad with his slow and steady ministrations. When my climax hits, it takes me by surprise, and I shatter in his arms as I loudly moan out his name.

Hardly giving me time to come down, he moves, settling over me. His weight pressing me further into the cushions. I hear him rip open a foil packet. Then he’s above me, his eyes gleaming as I feel him enter me. The fullness of him making me gasp in surprise as he fills me in one swift stroke.

I close my eyes, and he pauses. Waiting.

“Open your eyes, Lacey.” his voice is low, gritty, and my eyes flutter open at his command.

Once my eyes meet his, he finally starts to move. Pulling out, only to surge back in. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he increases the force of his thrusts.

His eyes continue to hold mine, not allowing me to look away as he continues to take me. I’m close, so close, and his thrusts intensify as he feels the first tremor run through me. His hand reaches down, finding my swollen clit, and he thrums it with his thumb, and suddenly, I’m flying——pushed over the edge of my desire.

A moment later, I feel him follow me, and he gives a hoarse groan, finding his own release. As we lay there, tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I know, with absolute certainty, that we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross.

Seventeen

Nate

Sunlight streams through my bedroom windows, painting golden stripes across Lacey’s bare shoulder. The sheet has slipped down, revealing the curve of her spine, and I fight the urge to trace it with my fingers. She’s curled into my side, her breath warm against my chest, one leg tangled between mine, and the intimate contact makes my pulse quicken even now.

I shift slightly, adjusting to the feel of her in my arms, and she stirs, mumbling something against my skin before her lashes flutter open. Her deep brown eyes meet mine, and for a heartbeat, neither of us says anything.

I brace myself for regret, for second thoughts, for her to pull away.

But instead, she sighs, stretching like a cat before rolling onto her side. She props herself up on an elbow, studying my face.

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