Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) (67 page)

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For the fourth time
that day, Chelsea fell out of a deep doze, her sleep interrupted by the sound
of someone tapping at the bathroom door. “Are you alive in there, Chelsea?”
Chelsea glanced in the direction of the door, scowling even though the person
on the other side of it obviously couldn’t see her face.

“Yes,” she said,
sitting up slightly in the still-warm water.

“I have something for
you,” Johan said. “Consider it a peace offering.” Chelsea raised an eyebrow,
her lips twisting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. She glanced around
the room.

“I’m naked,” she
pointed out, raising her voice just enough to be heard through the door.

“I don’t mind if you
don’t,” Johan replied. Chelsea rolled her eyes, catching her bottom lip between
her teeth and worrying it for a moment in thought. Curiosity won out over both
spite and modesty. She reached out and pulled the shower curtain along the
length of the tub, providing what little cover she could for herself.

“Fine. The door’s
unlocked.” She realized that Johan could have easily just walked in; she had
been so angry and so tired when she acceded to his demand that she take a bath
that she hadn’t even given thought to locking it. Chelsea’s cheeks heated up
from more than the humid temperature of the room.

A moment later, Johan
came through the door, bearing a large basket full of items that Chelsea didn’t
have the energy to examine in more detail. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of
the shower curtain and shrugged, shifting down into a crouch only a few feet
away from her. “It occurred to me that if I expect you to relax, it would make
more sense to help you relax.” His tone was not quite apologetic; Johan
gestured to the basket. “I ordered this from the spa downstairs off of the room
service menu—it has toiletries, massage oils, candles, I think a bathrobe…”
Johan shrugged again.

“Are you suggesting
that I massage myself?” Chelsea asked him, glancing from the basket to Johan’s
face doubtfully. Johan smiled slightly.

“I am suggesting that
I could give you a massage,” Johan said. “I studied it a few years ago.”
Chelsea opened her mouth, found that she wasn’t entirely sure what to say, and
closed it again, staring at Johan in silence as the explanation filtered
through her brain.

“You—how, exactly did
you study it?” she sat up slightly in the tub, heedless of the fact that more
of her body showed. “I mean you’re—what, some kind of
bodyguard-assassin-commando kind of guy?” Johan smiled, his bright eyes
glinting with amusement.

“Sometimes cover means
working as a massage therapist, and that cover works better if you know what
you’re doing.” Chelsea bit her bottom lip, trying to absorb that information.

“So you’re suggesting
I let you rub me down with oil to relax me,” Chelsea said slowly, the heat
intensifying in her cheeks as she spoke, spreading down over her chest. She
finally realized that her breasts were in Johan’s view and shifted slightly
behind the shower curtain.

“You’re blushing,”
Johan said, his faint smile deepening. “Why’d you move? I was enjoying the
view.” Chelsea grabbed at the shower curtain, her heart beating faster.

“I’m not getting a
massage from someone who’s already leering at me,” Chelsea told him tartly.

“I’m not leering,”
Johan said matter-of-factly. “I forget sometimes how Americans feel about
nudity.” He licked his lips, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. “Of course, we
could have sex. That’s another way to relieve stress—and it kills time.”
Chelsea’s mouth opened in surprise. “You’re a beautiful woman; I’ve been told
that I’m very good in bed. There’s nothing worth watching on TV, and it would
serve the purpose of giving you some appetite.”

“That has got to be
the least romantic come-on I have ever heard,” Chelsea said, staring at him in
a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“I started with you
being beautiful,” Johan pointed out, amusement flickering in his blue-green
eyes. “You are. As soon as you came in here, I thought about that solution to
the problem of you being so tightly wound.” Johan leaned in slightly closer,
his gaze never leaving her face. “When was the last time someone got you off,
Chelsea?” Chelsea bit her bottom lip, uncomfortably aware of the fact that she
was completely naked, nothing more than some fabric and plastic separating her
from Johan. “See, I think it’s been entirely too long—or you’d have an answer
for me.”

“It’s none of your
business,” Chelsea said, crossing her arms instinctively over her chest.

“Oh-ho,” Johan said,
grinning broadly. “It’s been a while then.” The smile disappeared in a flash,
and Chelsea felt her body heating up in a way that had nothing to do with the
water swirling around her as Johan gazed at her intently. “You can’t sleep in
the tub; you’d drown or dissolve.” Johan rose to his feet in a lithe, almost
feline movement, reaching out and nimbly snatching one of the towels off of the
rack without even looking. “You’ve gotten as much relaxation out of this as you
possibly can, and I can see it all over your face that you’re still on the edge
of another panic attack. Let me help you, Chelsea.”

Before she could
react, before she could think of anything to say to the offer, Johan pulled the
shower curtain aside, his gaze trailing over her body in a quick appraisal
before he reached down, his hand closing firmly around her arm. He pulled her
up, out of the water, and Chelsea shivered as the cooler air hit her. Johan
lifted her over the lip of the tub, wrapping the thick, warm towel around her
body. His arms coiled around her waist, drawing her close, and Chelsea gasped as
his hard, muscular body pressed against hers. Johan’s hand moved up, tilting
her face slightly, and he brushed his lips against hers—a barely-there caress,
feather light at first.

Chelsea’s legs
weakened, her body swaying against his as Johan deepened the kiss, his tongue
sliding against her lips, his hands beginning to move over the curves of her
body. She opened her mouth, moaning softly as Johan held her tightly, his
tongue slipping quickly past her lips to probe and explore. The towel fell away
from her, but Chelsea barely noticed, her own hands coming to life, trailing
over Johan’s broad shoulders, exploring the muscled plane of his chest through
the thin fabric of his tee shirt, trailing around to his back.

All at once, he broke
away from her mouth, his lips gliding along the line of her jaw, the softness
of his skin contrasting with the roughness of his stubble. Johan nipped sharply
at the spot just below her ear where Chelsea’s pulse fluttered, rabbit-fast.
“You should never be allowed to wear clothes,” Johan murmured, his hands
gliding down along her waist to settle at her hips. “Never anything more than a
towel. It’s a sin to cover this up.” His hands slid upward to cup her full,
heavy breasts, giving them a light squeeze. “Or these.” Johan’s teeth closed
around her earlobe, nibbling at the tender flesh, and Chelsea gasped, arching
into his body instinctively, a slight whimper breaking through her lips as
Johan’s fingers claimed both of her nipples at once, rolling and twisting the
already firm nubs. Johan’s lips traveled down along the column of her throat,
his stubble rasping against her sensitive skin as he kissed and nipped, making
Chelsea gasp with sweeping laps of his tongue.

All at once, Johan
broke away from her, his intent gaze capturing her eyes for just a moment. “You
want to do this,” he said, the sentence not quite a question. Chelsea nodded,
tingling all over, unable to bring her mind to think of words. Johan lifted her
up into his arms, draping her legs around his waist and coiling one arm
underneath her buttocks. He carried her out of the bathroom as if she weighed
nothing at all, kissing along the line of her neck almost meditatively as he
brought her into the bedroom.

Johan gently deposited
her on the bed, taking a step back. Chelsea blushed as his intent, avid gaze
trailed over her body slowly, drinking in every inch of her with undisguised
hunger. “Hey,” Chelsea said breathlessly, resisting the urge to cover herself
up. “How come I’m the only one naked here?” Johan blinked, glancing up from his
admiring inspection to look at her face. He smiled slowly.

“That’s easily fixed,”
he said. Chelsea licked her lips as his hands moved to the hem of his tee
shirt. He pulled the fabric up, revealing the flat ridges and planes of his
abdomen, the swell of his pectoral muscles, a dusting of wheat-colored hair
spattered across his chest. Chelsea glanced down to see the deep crease of his
pelvis just above the belted waistband of his jeans and felt something inside
of her tighten at the sight. Johan unbuckled his belt quickly, not even
bothering to free it from the loops of his pants before he attacked the fly of
his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping it in a movement almost too fast for
Chelsea’s dazed eyes to catch. Her breath caught in her throat as Johan hooked
his fingers in the waistband of his pants, tugging them down over his lean
hips, along his muscled thighs. He stepped out of the fabric, standing in
almost absolute stillness for a moment in nothing more than a pair of
boxer-briefs. Chelsea’s mouth watered even as her throat tightened at the sight
of the ridge his hard cock formed at the front of his underwear; Johan’s
erection strained at the tight confines of the material, giving Chelsea a
moment’s trepidation. She swallowed convulsively, her body heating up even more
intensely as Johan pulled at the elastic waistband, dragging it down. His cock
sprung free, fully erect, and Chelsea’s eyes widened; even if the shape of him
had warned her, she was still surprised at the sight of his thick, hard, long
cock.

In an instant, it
seemed, Johan was on top of her, his body covering hers. He claimed her lips
with his own, his hands dancing over the curves of her body, tickling and
teasing and caressing her everywhere all at once. “Feeling relaxed?” he murmured
lowly against her lips, as one hand drifted down between her legs. Chelsea
shivered as his fingertips brushed against her slick folds, barely touching
her.

“More and more relaxed
by the moment,” she answered almost absently, gasping sharply as Johan’s
fingers slid between her labia to stroke her slowly. She was already soaking
wet; Chelsea could feel the heat of her fluids along the folds of her pussy,
spreading along her inner thighs.

“I’m going to make
this last,” Johan told her, trailing his lips down along the column of her
throat to her collarbones. His fingers found her clit by touch—but barely
missed it, making Chelsea’s hips twist as her body struggled for better
contact. Johan chuckled lowly, dipping his fingers down to her inner labia, stroking
and rubbing slowly—achingly slowly. Chelsea murmured an incoherent protest, a
soft whimper leaving her throat as she moved underneath him in instinctive
reaction. “Patience, Chelsea,” Johan said with a chuckle, one finger barely
sliding inside of her before withdrawing to tease once more. “We have nothing
but time right now.”

“You are such a jerk,”
Chelsea told him, clenching her teeth as she writhed and squirmed, twisting her
hips. Her hands kneaded and caressed, exploring the lines of Johan’s lean shoulders,
the ridges of his spine, and the dip at the small of his back. “You’re…supposed
to be…helping me relax…not—not making me more tense.” Her breaths came in
panting bursts, her whole body humming with sensation, tingling with
anticipation as Johan brought his fingers to just below her clit over and over
again, denying her the touch she wanted more than anything in the world.

“Stop fighting it
then,” Johan murmured, nipping sharply at the base of her throat. “As soon as
you stop fighting it you’ll enjoy this much more.” He brought his fingertips up
to swirl around her clit for just a moment—a flicker, no more than a
heartbeat—and Chelsea cried out, every muscle in her body seemingly tensing
from the short-lived relief. Johan teased her relentlessly, bringing her to the
point where Chelsea was on the verge of pleading him to give her what she
needed before he gave her pleasure-center a lingering stroke of his fingers,
only to dip down lower once more. Chelsea gave into the torture gradually, the
rising heat in her body making it impossible for her to continue fighting; she
writhed and twisted underneath Johan, her hands wandering all over his body,
reaching down to stroke his hot, hard cock and then up to clutch at his
shoulders in desperation. Threats, promises, pleas, left her lips in a rush
that she barely heard as Johan brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over
again.

Finally, he withdrew
his fingers altogether, pulling himself up as his hips shifted downward between
her legs, and Chelsea opened her eyes without knowing when she had closed them
to see him looking down at her intently, his brilliant eyes blazing with lust.
“Keep your eyes open,” he told her lowly. Chelsea shivered as she felt the heat
and hardness of his cock sliding against her drenched labia, barely rubbing
against her as he rocked his hips slowly. “Let go of everything but me,
Chelsea.” She nodded, not quite certain what she was agreeing to, her mind
hazed over completely with the need for relief.

Johan shifted against
her, and Chelsea felt his finger barely brush her as he guided the tip of his
cock between her slick folds. He thrust into her in one slow, steady movement,
pushing past the resistance of her flexing muscles. Chelsea gasped as he filled
her up in seconds, barely managing to keep her eyes open. Johan’s lips curved
in a satisfied smile as his hips met hers. “Feel me, Chelsea,” he murmured,
brushing his lips against hers. He stayed absolutely still for an agonizing
moment, his cock buried deep inside of her, twitching slightly. Johan began to
rock his hips once more, somehow pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, the
thick heat of his cock rubbing along her inner walls with every movement.
Chelsea gripped his shoulders tightly, falling into his rhythm like a tidal flow.
Johan’s bright eyes gazed into hers even as they both began to move faster,
panting as the heat built up between them. Chelsea felt her pleasure mounting
moment by moment, her whole body tingling with it, and gave into the rush of
sensation that coursed through her, holding Johan’s gaze even as she moaned out
again and again.