Page 63 of Starstruck
“Anything for you, Trouble.” I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “But I really didn’t do much.”
She nods, smiling. “You did everything. I wasn’t sure I’d ever find music again. And it may not be much, but today I did. I owe that to you. So thank you.”
I grin as my hand moves under her shirt, rubbing small circles on her back. “I promised you would write again. I always keep my promises.”
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MESS OF ME
LENNON
“LOSE CONTROL” BY TEDDY SWIMS
Ialways keep my promises.
The line flashes through my mind as he grows harder beneath me. So far, it’s been true, but part of me can’t help but wish there was one promise hewouldbreak.
The promiseImade him make.
The promise I think I’m already breaking.
Promise not to fall in love with each other.
“Where’d you go just now?” he asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
Steeling my expression, I lie. “Nowhere.” Shifting on his lap so my core brushes against his increasingly hardened cock, I add, “You know what else you promised me?”
His brows pull together before his frown morphs into a wicked grin, understanding dawning on him. “To make you see stars before I leave tomorrow.”
I fight to keep my face from falling again at the thought of him leaving and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding.
His hand under my shirt slowly makes its way lower until his fingers are tucked into the waistband of my jeans. Leaning in close, his lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Then get ready to be starstruck, Trouble.”
I roll my lips together as a smile forms on my face. It takes one look into his navy pools before I burst out laughing. “Did you really just say that?”
His expression falters, and he begins laughing, too. “I did.”
Before I can say anything further, he lies back on the couch, taking me down with him.
“You laughing at me, Lenny girl?” he teases as he stares up at me, my hair cascading in waves around us.
I nod, a massive grin filling my face. “Of course, I am.”
He grins back at me, shaking his head. “You’re in for it now.”
“Prove it,” I taunt, my voice breathy.
His teasing expression shifts into one of pure determination. Leaning forward, he tugs my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the floor beside us. His lips meet my neck, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he makes his way down my chest. He plants wet kisses across the tops of my breasts before my bra joins my top. It doesn’t even hit the floor before his mouth is against me, licking and sucking on one while he palms the other.
“Oh, my god,” I cry out as his teeth graze against me, heightening every nerve in my body.
My back arches as he smirks up at me, unbuttoning my jeans at an agonizingly slow pace. He lifts me slightly, pulling my jeans and panties down in one go and tossing them aside without tearing his eyes from me. Then he lies back on the couch again, pulling my bare body on top of his fully clothed one.
My eyes widen as he shuffles down, one of my knees resting on either side of his head, completely bared to him. I stare down at him, watching as his eyes darken, and he licks his lips.
“This view should be illegal,” he growls before pressing a soft kiss against my clit. The sensation of his lips against my mostsensitive spot is almost too much to bear.
“Baxter,” I moan, begging him for more.
