Page 22 of How to Date a Rockstar

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll poison your coffee. And not in one go. It’ll be a little bit every day to make you feel sicker and sicker until you finally keel over dead.”

He laughs. “And here I was worried about demon cat.” He scans the room. “Where is the demon anyway?”

“She’s outside exploring.”

“The poor wildlife. They won’t know what hit them.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “My cat is not a demon and she doesn’t kill other animals.” He cocks a brow. “Much.”

He runs a hand through his hair and I watch as his bicep muscles bunch with the movement. I want to touch those muscles. Explore them with my hands and mouth.

This is why he can’t stay. When he’s around all I can think about is stripping him out of his clothes and having my wicked way with him.

But I won’t. He doesn’t want me. He made his wishes perfectly clear when he dumped me on graduation day all those years ago without an explanation.

“Why’d you leave?”

“I told you. I was at the recording studio all day.”

I fist my hands on my hips. His gaze dips to my hips and he bites his bottom lip. I remember how it feels when he bites my lip.

Knock it off!I will not sleep with my ex. It’s the first rule with regard to exes – never sleep with one. Never. No matter the temptation. Hands off!

“Not what I was talking about and you know it.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “You know why. I’m not good enough for you.”

“I call bull! I was good enough to sleep with but not good enough to keep.”

“It’s the truth.”

“This is why you can’t stay here. You’re a big, fat liar. You used me and threw me away. I am done with this conversation.”

Before I have a chance to stomp away, Cash is on me. He slams his hands against the wall near my head to cage me in.

“I am not a liar,” he growls.

“You used me.”

I inhale a deep breath and my breasts graze his chest. Desire sparks in his eyes. I remember how this ended when we were teenagers. With us sweaty, naked, and completely sated. I’ve never experienced that feeling with another man.

Don’t misunderstand me. I haven’t been a nun in the past eleven years but no man has ever made me feel the way Cash can. I always end up comparing all men to him. Which is why I’m single most of the time.

I lick my lips and his gaze dips to follow the movement.

“I never used you,” he whispers. “I loved you.”

“I—” I don’t get a chance to finish my thought before his lips are on mine.

I expect them to be cold and harsh with anger but they’re as soft as I remember. I sigh and he doesn’t hesitate to shove his tongue in my mouth. His taste of coffee, musk, and something unique to Cash hits me and I’m lost. My resistance crumbles.

I grasp the belt loops on his jeans and yank him to me. And now I’m surrounded by all things Cash. His smell, his feel, his taste. I want it all. I want to drown in it.

He presses his hardness against my stomach and warmth pools between my legs. I ground myself against him and he moans before hitching my leg over his hip. I can feel his hard length exactly where I want it.

Except with less clothes. Yes. Less clothes. Good idea. I snap the button on his jeans open but before I can delve in to feel him, the back door rattles.

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