Page 16 of Starstruck
As inappropriate as it may be during a conversation like this, I feel myself growing hard against her. I can’t help the effect she seems to have on me, or the chemistry dancing between us.
Trying to remain the gentleman she believes me to be and also trying to lighten the mood, I change the subject.
“So, I’m definitely not complaining about the new Lennon or her letting me go down on her in a bar bathroom, but out of curiosity, why did the old you play things so safe? There must be a story there.”
She nods. “There is. But”—she brings one of her hands down between my legs, feeling my rock-hard cock through my jeans and smirking—“it was for reasons that would definitely kill your hard-on, so let’s just enjoy the new me for now, ’kay?”
I groan, gritting my teeth. I want both to know everything about this girl and to shut her the fuck up with my cock.
Seeing as it’s what we came back here for, I opt for the latter. “I can work with that.”
She leans her face closer to mine, but I hesitate.
“I don’t kiss the women I fuck,” I tell her, though my voice lacks conviction. There’s nothing I want more than to taste her pretty mouth right now.
She freezes, her hand still on my dick and a smirk still on her face. “Fine by me,” she quips, though she doesn’t look up from my lips. “Keeps things from getting messy, right?”
“Right,” I rasp. I swear, I may barely know this girl, but at this point, I would do just about anything she wanted. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and I’m not even sorry about it.
I’ll never see her again after tonight anyway. One night and she’ll be out of my system.
Her tongue peaks out, sliding slowly across her lips. I grit my teeth, watching her movements, and when she catches her lower lip between her teeth, I lose all control.
It’s just one night, right?
“Fuck it.”
[6 ]
ETERNAL LIFE
LENNON
“JUST FOUND HEAVEN” BY DAUGHTRY
One moment, I’m telling a man I just met and will probably never see again all about who I used to be, and the next, he’s breaking his no-kissing rule and slamming his lips against mine.
I moan, opening my mouth to allow him entrance. His tongue dances with mine as his hands roam my body and my fingers tangle in his hair. For a man who never kisses the women he sleeps with, he sure does know what he’s doing.
This is the best kiss of my fucking life.
I whimper as his large hand firmly grips my ass, and he takes it as an opportunity to break the kiss and move down to my neck.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my eyes fluttering shut as he licks from the column of my neck up to the lobe of my ear. “Baxter.”
He pulls back at the sound of his name falling from my lips, and I gasp for air. So I take a moment to make sure we’re on the same page.
“Just one night, right?” I ask, locking my golden-brown gaze with his ocean-blue one.
He nods, glancing down at my swollen lips before meeting my eyes. “One night,” he rasps, crashing his mouth to mine again.
He stands upright, lifting me as he does. I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us up to one of the bedrooms in this house, not once breaking the kiss.
He tosses me on the bed and makes quick work of removing his shirt. Inhaling sharply, I take a moment to admire the absolute work of art that is the man standing in front of me. My eyes move from his face down to his chest, lightly dusted with dark hair and covered in tattoos. He has a six-pack that blends nicely into the V that all women drool over on men like this—myself included.
“Catchin’ flies?” he teases, tossing his shirt to the floor and snapping me out of my stupor. He looks at me like a man starved. “I have a better idea for what you can do with that mouth.”
“Mmm, and what’s that?” I purr as he leans over to unzip my dress. I pull it down over my chest, and he slides it off my body with ease, dropping it next to his shirt on the floor. My bra and panties follow closely behind.
