Page 73 of Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars (Rock Canyon, Idaho 2)

“It’s fine, Gemma. I really don’t want to get into it—”

“I don’t think you’re lying to me about making us work. About being a real family.” She walked across the room until she stood right in front of him.

“But . . .?”

“There’s no but. I said I believe you about the girl ten years ago, and I meant it. I trust you.” She reached out and ran her hands over his shoulders, moving them lightly down his arms.

“Yeah, but how are you going to feel when I’m on tour and you see pictures of me and my tour mates at functions, or fans hanging on me? Are you going to believe me when I tell you there’s nothing going on?”

She hesitated, and he figured he had his answer, but she surprised him. “If I see pictures of scantily clad woman hanging all over you, I can’t tell you I won’t be jealous, because I know I will. If I see you with your hands on any part of their body . . . well, I’ll just tell Gracie, and you know how ornery she can be.” She smiled as she continued, “But other than that, I’m going to try very, very hard to remember that I don’t want to jump to anymore conclusions where you’re concerned.”

Feeling a little better, especially as her hands traveled over his chest and down toward his stom

ach, he felt his cock stir with excitement as she flattened her palm, her fingers inching toward the top of his jeans.

“I always wanted abs with bumpy muscles like yours,” she said, bringing a startled laugh out of him.

“You wanted a six-pack?”

“I always thought it was so sexy, all that muscle popping up into hard ridges.”

Her hand slipped up under his shirt, and his erection jerked at the soft strokes. Fighting his desires, he reached down and laced her fingers with his. “Stop.”

“Was I tickling you?” she asked, and he could have sworn her tone held a teasing lilt to it.

“No, you were turning me on, and I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he said bluntly.

There was a pregnant pause, and then a soft whisper broke the tension. “You don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to what?” he practically growled.

Her hair fell forward as she leaned over him, and in a flash he was nineteen again, staring up at the girl he loved.

“You don’t have to be a gentleman.”

She dropped her lips to his, and he let her kiss him, her lips fusing to his. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he kissed her back, his hand reaching up to slide into her curtain of hair. Their mouths melded softly, tasting and rediscovering each other, and she shifted over him until she straddled his lap.

Travis used one hand to gently push the kitten out of the way as he scooted back on the bed. Stormy let out a disgruntled meow, and Gemma pulled back. “Did I smoosh her?”

“No.”

“Mmmm . . . hold on.” Suddenly, she was off his lap, picking up the fuzzy kitten, and disappearing out of the room.

The space between them gave him the chance to think rationally. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Gemma; he did, especially since his cock was harder than dry cement. He just didn’t want her having regrets later.

“All right,” Gemma said as she came back, shutting the door behind her. With an evil grin, she started moving toward the bed, her hips rolling with every step. “Where were we?”

In one last attempt to be the voice of reason, he stopped her hands, poised at the bottom of her dress and ready to lift it.

“I thought you didn’t want to do this with Charlie in the house.”

She dropped her hands and leaned over him again, her breasts pressing against his chest. He felt the warmth of her mouth next to his ear as she said, “Don’t worry. If you start to get loud, I’ll just cover your mouth with my hand.”

He jerked with surprise, and before she could try anything else, he flipped her over onto her back. Moving over her, he took her hands and held them on the bed gently. “You don’t have to do this just because you think you’ll hurt my feelings. We can wait.”

He wanted her to want him because she really cared. Not just to make up for their past.

“I’m not. I’ve thought all week about the mistakes I’ve made and the things I regret. I don’t want to waste my time not being with you. There’s a reason why you’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Travis. No other man, even Michael, could measure up to what you meant to me.” She said it softly, her eyes warm. Her gaze never wavered or dropped from his.

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