Page 44 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

He slid his hands onto my hips. “I’ve never been with a rock star before.”

“Neither have I.” I giggled, placing my hand on his chest. His heart raced beneath my touch. Was he as anxious as I was? “We’re just gonna make out, right?”

“I’ll go at your pace. That okay?”

“Yeah.”

We shuffled onto his bed. Lying side by side, we resumed kissing. Each brush of his lips against mine was sweet and soft and sensual at first, but quickly grew hot, heavy, and hungry. With his body flush against mine and our hands wandering, the heat between us rose to dangerous levels.

A fire blazed inside me, but I didn’t want to put it out. I slipped my hand underneath the back of his jersey. My palm sizzled as I pressed it against his scorching flesh. Venturing downward, I clutched his ass through his jeans and gave it a squeeze. So firm. So tight.

“Hmm.” A deep groan rumbled in his throat. His hand ran down my arm, onto my hip, then he fumbled with the bottom of my shirt. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” I nipped at the side of his neck and knotted my fingers into his hair.

His soft fingertips glided toward my breast. My nipples ached and strained against my bra even before he touched them. His heated breath wisped against my face as he cupped my boob and teased his thumb across my hardened bud.

“Oh, wow.” I arched against his touch. Damn. “I like that.”

Smiling, he pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues entwined. But every cell in my body craved more skin. I tugged on his jersey. “Can I take this off?”

“Only if you do the same.”

“Okay.”

Our shirts hit the floor.

Holy wow. Ewan’s body was taut and toned as a tiger’s. I licked my lips, wanting to taste his skin, kiss his ripped abs, touch every muscle.

Caressing my head, he kissed me again. He was way more controlled than I was. I’d heard awful stories about guys just having their way with girls, fucking them and not taking their time, but Ewan was going nice and steady. He’d shattered every asshole, cocky, dickhead stereotype I’d had about sports jocks. So far...anyway.

With gentle nips and kisses, he meandered down my neck, my chest, and kissed across the top of my breast. My eyes fluttered shut. Adrenaline spiked through my blood at every new sensation, every new touch, and every new tingle. My mind spun and my body hummed from total information overload.

But then, he tugged the cup of my bra aside and flicked his tongue over my nipple. After drawing my hardened bud into his mouth, he sucked and licked it.

My eyes widened. My breath hitched. Holy. Fuck. So wet and warm. Between my legs clenched. This was insane...but it wasn’t enough.

He eased the cup covering my other breast aside. But before he repeated what he’d just done, I pulled on his hair. “Just take it off.” We’d made out this much, I was happy to lose my bra. I wanted the whole damn experience.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

As I rolled toward him, he fumbled with the clip. As he was unable to undo it, I reached behind my back, released the hooks, and tossed my bra onto the floor.

His gaze raked over my bare chest. “Gemma, you’re so beautiful.”

Lowering his head, he licked and sucked my nipples. His hands roamed over my skin. With a mind of its own, my chest arched toward his mouth. Each flick of his tongue sent goose bumps skipping across and tingling my flesh. My core clenched tighter and tighter. Arousal dampened my panties. Clutching his hair, I drew his lips back to mine. I had to kiss him. Crushing my tender nipples against this bare chest sent a whole new wave of heat though my veins.

Panting against his lips, I whispered, “Can I touch you?”

I’d rarely seen a real cock let alone touched one. Accidentally walking in on Derek in the bathroom didn’t count, right? Nor did walking in on Kyle and Hunter changing.

He swallowed. His Adam’s apple lurched. But then he nodded.

I pursed my lip to contain my smile. Ewan seemed more jittery than I was. Was he intimidated by me? A high school rock star? That thought was laughable. Ludicrous. But I’d run with it.

I ran my hand down his side, across his groin, then palmed his crotch. His erection bulged in his jeans. Ignoring the shake in my fingers, I popped open the top button and lowered the zipper. As I ran my hand over his boxer briefs, I cupped his rock-hard shaft. So weird. But my heart rate wouldn’t slow down.

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