Rockstar (5 page)

Anthony dug a credit-card sized room key from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to her. His fingers trailed across her temple sweeping her hair away from her face. “Meet me there in thirty minutes. Room 1220."

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His hotel was nestled on Seattle's waterfront less than two miles from the venue. Summer stood at the window watching the ripples dance along the waters of Elliott Bay. She wrapped her arms about herself, rubbed her hands over her cool skin as the vent pumped a chilly draft up at her feet.

She took a moment to ponder what the fuck she was doing here. Perhaps if he'd have swept her into his arms and carried her off she wouldn't have had time to second guess herself. But here she was waiting, wondering. Was she really willing to trade herself for a story?
Fool
, she thought bitterly as she stared at herself in the window.
You're not here for a fucking story.

She caught Anthony's reflection in the window behind her. His hands were pressed against either side of the frame as he paused in the doorway. His dark hair was mused, swept across his face as though he'd just run his fingers through it. He lifted his gaze from beneath his lowered brows as it swept over her in a long, needy lick.

He'd changed into a plain black tee but he still wore the same faded blue-black jeans and half-laced Vans. Summer's breath locked in her throat as he met her gaze in the reflection of the window. Fuck me, she thought. No one should be that devastating.

He stepped into the room, the door closed behind him. He crossed the distance with heavy, purposeful steps.

Lifting her hand to his chin she rubbed her fingertips along the coarse hairs over his jaw. Moonlight filtered in through the window and bathed him in a wash of silvery light that made the dark tendrils of his hair shimmer. “I almost didn't come."

"I almost didn't ask.” He laced his fingers through her hair, taking hold of the golden strands and fisting them as he tugged her head back and brought her lips to his. Her tongue traced the line of his mouth as she melted against him, pressing the curves of her body against his hard angles.

"I want to fuck you, right here, right now."

"Are you asking my permission?” She didn't want him to ask. She wanted him to take. She wanted him to command her, restrain her, torture her with his tongue until she begged him for release.

"The things I would do to you...” His words trailed off as he brushed back a strand of her hair.

"Tell me,” she moaned as his fingertips trailed down the length of her neck. “Tell me what you would do to me.” She leaned back against the window, putting distance between them so she could watch the desire play on his face as the words left his lips. She trailed a hand down her neck, between her breasts to the warmth between her thighs. Her fingertips teased her throbbing clit beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.

"I'd tie you to my bed.” He took a step forward, closing the distance between. “Strip you naked and spread those pretty little legs of yours."

"Then?” Her breath was ragged as she drew her hand over the bare muscle of his biceps. Slipped it beneath the arm of his shirt and dug her nails sharply into his flesh.

He took hold of her arm and jerked her hand from his tense muscle. He held it beneath his heavy grip as he searched her face. “I'd run my tongue down your body. Lick your pussy like a cat licks cream.” He pressed her palm against his rigid cock. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Please,” she begged as her hand tightened on his sex. Beneath her thong her pussy throbbed mercilessly. She could feel the wetness spreading between her thighs. The smell of her scented the air between them and made her moan with painful need.

"You need to be dominated. To be controlled.” His hot breath fanned across her skin as he let loose of her hand and took hold of her breasts. He pinched her nipples beneath the clingy fabric of her blouse. “Should I shove you to your knees and make you suck my cock?"

God yes, pretty please.
Her body trembled beneath his touch as she stroked the length of his cock beneath his jeans. She wanted nothing more than to taste him. To feel him nudge the back of her throat. Coat her tongue with his come as she sucked him to his release.

"Baby.” His husky voice broke into her thoughts. He gathered up her skirt and yanked, ripping the delicate fabric in two.

"Oh God,” he moaned as his fingers slid across the lacey fabric over her sex. “You're dripping."

"Touch me,” she whispered.

"Beg me."

"Please.” On her breathless request he slipped a finger beneath her thong. The heat from his hand radiated across her throbbing sex. But he didn't touch.

"Beg me,” he demanded as he trailed hungry kisses up the length of her neck.

"Touch me. Please touch me. I need your fingers inside me."

He slipped a finger inside her, let his thumb settle on her clit. He worked her in simultaneous circles. His finger pressed against her g-spot in a come-hither motion as his thumb massaged her clit in a maddening dance. Summer arched against him, pressing their bodies together and nearly stilling his hand on her pussy. Her eyes fell closed as the need ricocheted violently through her body.

"Oh God,” she moaned as he brought her closer to that devastating drop of orgasm.

He pulled away, yanking his hand free from her body and leaving her to whimper in protest. He drew her blouse over her head and tossed it carelessly aside. His hand settled over her lace-covered breast. Cupped it beneath his warm palm and massaged it in a maddeningly slow rhythm.

He pressed his lips to hers in an urgent, hungry kiss. The salt from his lips and the sweetness from his tongue created a sinful flavor for her palate. She buried her hands in the thick hair that brushed the nape of his neck.

His kisses were ravenous, delirious, as he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He tossed her down, thumping her against the silken sheets.

He towered above her. He swept his gaze slowly up the length of her.

"Don't you want me?"

His jaw tightened painfully. “More than anything I've ever wanted in my life."

He kicked off his shoes then lay down beside her. He propped himself up on one forearm while his other hand was free to trail small circles over her navel. She sucked in a deep breath as her body gave a shiver beneath his touch.

"Do you always get what you want?"

Summer smiled sinfully, then flipped him onto his back and straddled him. She could feel his cock beneath his coarse jeans. She rocked against it, letting it rub against her clit, still shielded by the thin strip of lace.

She leaned over him and pressed a hand on either side of his shoulders, letting her cascade around her face. “You always get what you want?"

A smile curved on his lips as he lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. “Always."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Right here.” His hands roamed up the length of her back. His fingers worked the clasp on her strapless bra with expert haste. The lacy fabric released and fell free from her body. He tossed it aside and sat up. His hands cupped her bottom as his lips lowered to her breast.

His tongue slipped across her feverish skin. Goose bumps rose down the length of her body as he captured her nipple in his mouth. He suckled gently, indulging her moans as he flicked the tip of his tongue gently over the nub, playfully biting down and making her squirm beneath his touch.

Her breath grew ragged as his kisses sent ripples of pulsing desire straight between her thighs. Warmth and wetness spread within her, making her ache as she nudged her hips against his clothed body. She let her head fall back. Her eyes fell closed as a breathless moan escaped her throat to engulf the silence around them.

Anthony dragged a hand down her torso. Starting at her throat, he trailed it down her breast to the flat of her stomach. He shifted to wrap his hands around her back, then flipped her over onto her back.

Soft fingertips skimmed the lacy garment covering her sex as his gaze greedily caressed every subtle curve of her body.

He feathered hungry kisses over her stomach as his fingertips trailed the hem of her thong then dipped beneath the lacy barrier. He slipped a finger inside her again. Summer moaned helplessly as he teased her with the give and retreat of his fingers. Never had a man captivated her, commanded her. And if she'd given her mind half a second to clear she would have realized just how dangerous it was.

Need, like lightening thrashing across a dark sky, exploded within her until she was breathless and aching for him to fill her. She dug her nails into his back as he worked her in slow, sensual circles, inching her ever closer to that dangerous, delightful orgasm.

Summer rocked her hips in rhythm with his eager fingers. The tension mounted to feverish heights within her. Seared her insides her until she feared she might go mad. She drew quick ragged breaths as her body shivered beneath his touch. She cried out, giving in to the release that taunted her.

Summer yanked his shirt over his head, revealing the slick, taut muscles of his chest. Her fingertips stroked the length of his torso. The hard planes of rippled muscles that fanned down his stomach beckoned her. She trailed her hand downward until her fingers fumbled over the button of his jeans.

She worked his jeans off him and dragged his boxers with them. She kicked them to the floor with a bare foot. The thin lace of her thong provided the only barrier between them as he settled between her legs.

He pressed himself against her, thrust himself against the soft swatch of fabric. She could feel the heat fanning from his cock. A moan escaped her throat as she tilted her hips and invited him to break the barrier her thong provided.

Anthony rose, fished in the pocket of his jeans and retrieved a condom. He tore open the packaging with his teeth, slid the condom over his cock.

He drew his hand between them and tore the thong from her hips. He buried himself within her, a gruff, achy moan escaping his throat as he penetrated her.

He filled her completely. Thrusting deeper and making her shudder with a dark, wanton desire. Summer met his hard, heavy thrusts with the rise and fall of her hips. She shifted, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him deeper within her until she could feel the rigid length of him nudging sinfully against the back of her.

She lost track of the minutes ticking by as he worked his cock inside her. Her mind had gone dark, her body yearning from the fluid surge of desire. Her nails bit into his back and made him tense beneath her touch. But her forceful grip only seemed to heighten his desire.

She bit into his shoulder, trying to silence the screams that wanted to rip from her throat, but it only served to intensify her need.

His movements quickened. Hard, fast, edging them closer to climax. They were dangerously perched on the edge of ecstasy for more breath-stealing moments than she could count. In one long, fluid motion they tumbled into the dark abyss together.

The last drops of his seed pulsed into the condom.

Anthony rested his head on her shoulder, his breath heavy and deep.

Summer pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and ran her fingers through his damp hair. With the last moments of reckless abandon slipping away she felt warmth swell within her chest. She shuddered as a solitary tear caught in the corner of her eye.

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The moon bathed the restless bay in its pale embrace. Summer's shadowed reflection played against the window. The glow from her cigarette cast a soft reddish hue over the stunning features of her face.

Anthony stood in the doorway of the adjoining bedroom watching her.

She'd wrapped the sheet about her body. It clung to her chest then released to flow out like a waterfall around her. He swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat. His ragged, strained vocal cords weren't the only thing to make his throat raw.

His heart thudded heavily and his lungs tightening painfully as a sickness, not totally unpleasant, churned within his stomach.

He'd never been so completely affected by a woman before. She caused his body to ache, his heart to swell and his mind to be so consumed that he had no room for thoughts of anything else. It made him feel like a junkie, raw and unnerved. She was like a hit of heroine and he had to have her. One taste had not even come close to satisfying the maddening need that consumed him. He wanted more. He wanted it all.

He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to straighten the tousled strands. He crossed the distance to her and drew her possessively into his arms. She tipped her head to the side and exposed the long length of her neck. She lifted her hand and the smoldering cigarette clasped between her fingers. She brought the tip to his lips.

He inhaled deeply then expelled smoke against the window. It fanned over the glass and dispersed like clouds swept away by a storm. His fingers slipped over the back of her hand. He tugged the cigarette from her fingers and flicked it into the bar sink beside them.

His lips gently brushed across the nape of her neck. The winds lifted the drawn curtains flanking the open balcony door. It made them flap with the frantic beat of his heart. The lull of the bay below drowned in a sea of rushing blood within his head. Darkness settled over him and she seemed to cast the only light within the room.

Summer turned around. His arms were still clasped about her waist as he held her captive in his embrace. She let out a breathless sigh as she rested her head against his chest.

The rhythmic
thump, thump, thump
of her heartbeat fanned across his chest. Her lax body rose and fell softly with the draw of his breath.

Her body shuddered as though she were plagued by an inner chill or an unfavorable thought. She tipped her chin up as her jewel-tinted gaze searched his face with a wordless yearning. His dark, heavy brows furrowed. “What's wrong?"

"Nothing.” She smiled innocently. “Just making a memory."

It surprised him to find that beneath the tough exterior she was painfully soft and terribly caring. He wished he could say that he was pleased but he wasn't. In truth he had wanted her to be hard and cold. He had planned to fuck her, get it out of his system and move on. But he couldn't make himself walk away. He wanted her. He needed her.
Fuck me
, he thought. He was falling for her. “Making a memory of?"