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He laughed and some of the buzz that usually took hours to shake off, became more manageable.
Everything with her became more manageable.
He didn’t have it in him to peel that terrifying idea apart right now. What he needed was her, naked and alive in his arms.
That was all that mattered right now.
Chapter Fifteen
Waking on her belly naked in bed in a gorgeous hotel suite after a crazy intense day—and night, whoa boy—of lovemaking had not been part of her plan a week ago.
Or ever.
She’d never dreamed that big.
Neither had been meeting this man. West Reynolds. Even his name sounded like magic.
He wasn’t just a rockstar to her anymore, though she’d certainly seen him comfortably wearing his full persona at the more intimate show last night. That side of him was as much a part of his makeup as the man who’d so carefully initiated her into inter—
Fucking. She’d get used to thinking that word and that word only eventually. Since she was pretty sure he was determined she get used to dirty talk.
She had to admit she liked it too, especially those naughty words in his raspy, turned on voice. No problems there.
But today was supposed to be the end of the road. The one where she went back to her old life and said goodbye to this man who wasn’t just her friend and her lover, but was rapidly becoming everything.
She turned her head and sneaked a glance at him, a smile creeping across her face as she saw they were in the same pose. Sprawled on their stomachs, arms above their heads, pinkies just barely touching. That was probably the only natural position after the night they’d spent.
The man’s stamina was remarkable. She’d figured he’d be worn out after a night onstage, and instead he was just the opposite. Was he like that after every show? Maybe that partially explained the train of groupies. If he had all that energy to work off and no steady girl to work it off with, of course he’d hook up with randoms. But if he had someone with a similar libido in his life—
And there was a dangerous line of thinking in the extreme.
She inched closer to him, giving in to the urge to brush her fingers through the ends of his golden hair. His was so much more beautiful than her own. It really wasn’t fair. She nudged it aside to lightly trace her fingers over the ink on his shoulders and upper arms. He had a lot of it, but she’d barely noticed it in favor of all the rest of him. It was hard to get excited about some tattoos when they were just part of the entire spectacular package.
But there was one in particular she hadn’t noticed until now. A triangle on his left shoulder blade, the lines thick and dark. It was a very specific tat in the center of what seemed like a random mishmash so of course she was curious. No writing nearby, nothing to indicate what it might mean. She was pushing his hair up on the other side to see if there were any more than shape when he stirred beneath her, grumbling in his sleep.
His hand snaked back to grab her, making her squeal.
Hmm, maybe not asleep after all.
“Still not satisfied, huh?” Somehow he managed to shift and drag her under him before she even fully realized what he was doing. His legs tangled with hers and the heavy weight of his cock pressed into her ass.
Good morning to you, fine sir.
“Are you kidding me? I may have to wrap my vagina in ice to help it recover.” When he tickled her ribs, she giggled and shrieked, trying to buck him off of her. But his swiftly hardening cock rubbed against her backside, distracting her to the point that her clit decided to wake up and say hello too. “Then again…”
“Then again,” he prompted, nosing aside her hair to nip at her earlobe.
“You’re hard. I’m wet. Seems a waste.”
He groaned. “Jesus. I could spend the rest of my life trying to satisfy you and not get there.”
“Oh, I’m satisfied plenty.” She wasn’t going to comment on the rest of my life bit. It was running too parallel with her own thoughts right then.
Impracticality wasn’t any more attractive when it was fueled by excellent sex than it was at other times. She had a life. Sort of. All right, a rather sucky one, and she was in between things at the moment. Not employed, not in school, no lease.
Perfectly unencumbered if one were to entertain complete flights of fancy.
Like the most amazing man in the world nibbling your ear while he cupped your breasts. Times like that, everything seemed possible.
