Page 78 of Dirty Rock

Right there, though, I saw something different. I almost looked good.

Decent, even.

That sparkle in my eyes made them seem lighter. There was no scowl or deep frown on my forehead, and every bit of my smile was uncontainable. No subtle smirks or smug half-smiles.

I was grinning.

Genuinely happy.

It scared the fuck out of me.

Clearing my throat, I quickly looked away and adopted a small scowl that felt comfortable as I walked back into the bedroom to find Jules laying there, naked.

She was looking out towards the window that offered nothing but a sheer drape and the night sky beyond it. Her legs were curled up, and she rested her arm under her head while her other hand splayed out on the duvet beneath her. Her toned legs and tight arse made for one hell of a visual treat, and that flip of my stomach made the scowl fade away in an instant.

I crawled on the bed until I hung over her andkissed her arm, her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.

“I need to take a bath. I stink,” I whispered in her ear. “I went running before you got here and seduced me.”

“Running?” She flipped over onto her back, giving me the most glorious view of her tits. “I thought the only thing you ever ran from was your problems.”

“I got ninety-nine problems, baby, making you come ain’t one. Hit me—Ouch! Fuck, that hurt.” I laughed, rubbing my chest where she’d slapped me with the back of her hand. She was smiling so brightly that everything about her looked different now.

“Want to come and take a bath with me?” I asked quietly, dropping my lips to her collarbone and dragging them across her skin. “Fuck, you’re so soft. I can’t stop touching you.”

“Andyoustink,” she reminded me with a small chuckle.

“You’re not comfortable with my compliments, are you?” I held her gaze as I ventured down her chest, finding her breast with my tongue before I dragged her nipple through my teeth and watched her mouth part.

“I’ve… oh…” She paused as I did it again and swirled my tongue around the sensitive bud, her body arching into me, and her legs spreading without control.

I pressed a finger into her heat and looked at her as I played with her nipples, teasing her into a frenzy. “So soft,” I mumbled, building her up quickly before I slid a finger inside her.

Her hands went to her hair, and she dug her nails in. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way her lips parted, and she gave herself to me so fully made me feel like a fucking magician. She was so responsive, so receptive to my touch—it felt like we’d been doing this together for a lifetime already.

I moved to the other nipple, wrapping warm, wet lips around her cold, hard peak. I moaned around it before I dragged it out and made it pop, blowing a cool stream of air over it. “Tell me, Jules. Tell me why you can’t take a compliment from me.”

She panted, but she had no idea what I’d asked or what her response should be. I manipulated her into begging me quietly, teasing a finger in and out of her while making her clit buzz with the build-up of a fiery orgasm she wasn’t going to forget in a hurry.

When she finally came, contracting around me, I held still before carefully grinding down on her G-spot over and over again—a slow goodbye to the moment.

“You’re as sweaty as me now. I definitely think you should take a bath with me.”

She held her arms up. “You’ll have to carry me. I’m broken.”

With a smile on my face, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. The bath was full to the brim with bubbleseverywhere, a tower of the white suds climbing the walls, which only made Jules hoot with laughter.

“Shit, what the fuck?”

After dropping her to her feet, Julia continued to mock me as I let some water out of the tub and tried to scoop some bubbles out to dump them in the sink. By the time the bath was sorted, we were laughing together, and we sank down into the water on opposite sides, letting our legs tangle together in the middle.

Once settled, Jules tilted her head to the side. “What do you think the others would say if they could see us like this?”

“Do you care?”

“I don’t want to change anything for them. You said so yourself… the band needs to focus on the music. I’m worried I’ll be a distraction.”

“How can you be a distraction? You’re a part of the success. If anyone can keep me focused—all of us focused, actually—it’s you.”

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