Page 34 of Starstruck
Jeremy clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. Take a seat.”
She moves to do as he asked, so I finally break my stare and do the same. She takes the seat next to mine, and I ache from how close she is.
I squeeze my eyes shut and exhale deeply before crossing an ankle over my knee and looking up at Jeremy. He has awhat the fuck?look written across his face, and I can’t quite say I blame him.
I’m confused as hell, too.
“Well, since you guys clearly already know each other, we can skip the introductions.” He turns toward Lennon. “I was thinking Baxter could headli?—”
“Nope,” she rushes out,interrupting him.
I keep my mouth shut. I didn’t tell him I’d commit to the concert, but the second I heard her name attached to it, it was a guarantee. She’ll accept that soon enough.
“Bu—” Jeremy tries again.
“Nope. No. Absolutely not.”
I chuckle. She’s damn determined to not have me be part of this. It’s not surprising, really. She’s the one who insisted our night together would be a one-time-only thing.
But her persistence at keeping me out of it just tells me she feels that spark between us too. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t care.
He sighs as Lennon stands, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you last week that I would find someone, and I meant it. And while I appreciate the vote of confidence, I’ll find a new headliner on my own.” Her tone is flat, clearly suggesting she thinks he doesn’t believe she will. “I don’t need your help, especially not if you’re going to keep suggestinghim,” she grits out, shooting me anif-looks-could-killlook, which only convinces me more that she’s into me.
I smirk, swiping my tongue over my lip. I don’t watch her, but I can feel her eyes tracking the movement, probably—no,definitely—remembering the things this tongue did between her legs.
“Alright.” Jeremy surrenders much too easily.
I glare at him, wishing he’d fight her more on this, but he relents.
Looks like I’ll just have to convince her myself.
“Are we done?”
Jeremy nods, glancing between Lennon and me before waving his hand toward the door, dismissing us. She spins on her heel and rushes toward the door as fast as she can.
But I’m faster.
We cross the threshold into the hallway, and before she can blink, I grab hold of her wrist and drag her into the nearest empty room.
Once inside, I slam the door shut and back her against it, one hand placed on either side of her head to cage her in. “Think you can escape me, Lennon?”
“Baxter,move.” She pushes me back and turns to open the door, but before she can, I place my hand on it to keep it shut.
I press my front against her back, my resounding chuckle low. “I forgot how feisty you can be, Trouble.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, whipping around to face me again. The furious look on her face instantly fills with lust as her eyes find mine.
As I lean down close to her ear, she shudders. “Still starstruck by me, aren’t you?” I tease, the pressure of my zipper on my cock growing.
Our proximity is clearly affecting her as much as it is me, based on the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. It tells me all I need to know—her attitude is just a mask, and this thing between us isn’t all in my head.
I don’t know how this woman manages to turn me on by simply existing, but fuck, she does.
“Please move,” escapes her lips, her voice breathy.
I smirk, one simple word filling the silence of the room around us. “No.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a moment as her scent invades my senses—the perfect blend of sugar and spice, just like her. Her eyes track my movements as I swipe my tongue over my lips, as if she’s begging me to crash them to hers.
