She settled between his thighs and lowered her head to draw her tongue over the seam that ran between his nuts. His entire body jerked, and he clenched the covers beneath him in tight fists. She moved her head to suckle the skin over one ball and flick it with her tongue.

“Ah,” he gasped. “I thought you said you didn’t know how. That’s perfect. I love it.”

And she loved the way he was reacting to her unpracticed motions. She moved her mouth to the other side.

“Wet, um . . . wet your finger in your mouth and . . . ”

When he didn’t continue, she lifted her head and slipped her finger into her mouth. “Do what?”

“God, you’re good,” he whispered. “Don’t stop. Wait. What was I . . . Um . . . ” He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Not sure if I can take much more. Just rub your wet finger against my ass. Don’t put it in. Just . . . rub.”

His ass? Unsettled by his request, she tentatively stroked his sensitive hole with her fingertip. He sucked in a startled breath and nearly leaped off the bed.

“Did I do it wrong?” she asked.

“No, baby. You almost made me explode. I can’t wait any longer.” He rolled off the bed and landed on his knees. He unzipped a suitcase and began searching through its contents. Clothes and toiletries went flying in all directions. “Need a condom. Where the fuck are they?”

Within seconds he’d found one, opened it, and unrolled it over his massive cock. He rejoined Melanie on the bed.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She was tired of talking. She grabbed him by the arm, tossed him onto his back, and straddled his hips.

He grinned up at her, looking all dangerous and irresistible. Fuckable. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gabe grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it into her opening. She sank down with a relieved sigh, rising and falling over him in a slow, deliberate motion. Growing accustomed to his girth. His length. Oh God, how he filled her. Again. And again. And again.

His back arched off the bed. “Faster, Mel. Faster and harder.”

When she didn’t pick up her pace, he sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and flipped her onto her back. Still buried inside her, he began to move. She got a new perspective on his stage name. There was a hell of a lot of force behind each rhythmic thrust, and that was exactly what she needed: a rigorous, hard fuck.

Melanie wrapped her arms and legs around him, mindful to not gouge his thighs with her shoes, and hung on for the ride. A pressure built inside her. Pleasure. Need. Connection. Gabe lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He slowed his strokes, grinding his hips each time he plunged deep. Stimulating her clit. Bumping against her cervix deep inside. Rubbing her front wall in just the right spot. Her pleasure became bliss. Her need, desperation.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief as bliss became euphoria. Desperation became release. She clung to Gabe, crying out in ecstasy as she came.

In the same instant, his body went taut. She watched as he let go. His breath caught in his throat. Eyes squeezed shut. Face contorted in bliss. He shuddered, pulled back one last time, and thrust deep, rocking against her as if he longed to be buried even deeper. He cried out between hard, shaky gasps before collapsing on top of her. She pulled him close, holding him securely to her chest as she kissed his temple. He murmured the sexiest little sounds of contentment as he regained his bearings.

Or maybe that was her making all those noises of delight.

“Did you fake it?” he asked.

She chuckled and gave him an affectionate squeeze. “I didn’t have to. That was amazing.”

“Are you kidding? I didn’t even last very long. I told you that you had me too worked up.”

She grinned, as if getting him excited was some sort of accomplishment that deserved a trophy.

“I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I want to be with you longer, but I’m afraid I need some sleep. The shows wear me out.”

“There’s always tomorrow morning,” she said, her heart thrumming. Maybe he was telling her to leave, to find her clothes and get lost.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You wanna stay the night with me?”

She nodded and had to look away from his ear-to-ear smile. Why did her spending the night make him look so happy?

Gabe pulled out of her body and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Gabe disappeared into the bathroom, sliding the condom from his softening cock as he walked. Water rushed from a faucet.

Melanie struggled to find the strength to climb beneath the covers. She removed her shoes before she settled on the far side of the bed, leaving the sheets turned back on the other side of the expansive king-sized mattress. Gabe returned a moment later and smiled when he saw her waiting for him.

He joined her beneath the covers and despite the large area of empty bed, immediately spooned against her back and cocooned her in tranquil warmth. He kissed the edge of her ear. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” he murmured. His deep voice sounded loud because he was so wonderfully close. “I hope you don’t mind if I hold you all night.”

Her heart warmed and felt as if it were enlarging in her chest. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

“If you get hungry, order room service,” he said lethargically. “Just charge it to the room.”

“What if I get horny?” she asked, threading her fingers through his and holding their combined hands against the center of her chest.

“Wake me up.”

Chapter 7

Gabe blinked and lifted his head from the pillow. Something had woken him. His first thought was that Melanie, who was still cuddled against his body, had decided she was horny. Now that he’d caught some sleep, he was pretty damned horny himself.

When he shifted, she started awake.

“What time is it?” she grumbled, stretching her lithe body and rubbing her delicious rump against his interested cock.

There was a knock at the door. “Gabe! You up? We have to be on the road in a couple hours. You want breakfast?”

It was Shade. And no, he didn’t want breakfast. He wanted more of Melanie.

Her belly rumbled, and he covered it with one hand. “Yeah, we’ll meet you in half an hour,” he called to Shade. Melanie wriggled her ass against him and while he might not have been out of bed yet, he was definitely up. “Make that an hour,” he yelled.

“I’m starving,” Melanie complained.

“So am I.” Hungry for her. And he was no longer tired. Not even a little.

He dove under the covers, delighting in the sound of her laugh as he cupped her breasts in both hands and kissed her flat belly. He caught her navel jewelry in his teeth and tugged gently. He wished they could spend all day in bed. Making love. Talking. Getting to know more about each other. Like a real couple. Always on the road, he never had time to get close to a woman. Different night. Different city. Different lover. Even if he found a woman he really liked—a woman like Melanie—he had to say goodbye to her before he could make a lasting connection. It had felt so good just to hold her through the night. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had stayed in his arms for more than a couple hours. Knowing that he’d have to let her go so soon left a raw achy feeling in his chest. Gabe wondered if she had any interest in trying something long distance. Unlike most of his one-night stands, Melanie was relationship material. And she didn’t want him because he was a rock star; she wanted him for that closet geek he worked so hard to conceal. It would be nice to share that part of himself. To be accepted for it. Dare he think cherished for it? Even so, Gabe was afraid to ask her to commit. It wouldn’t be fair of him to keep her hanging on when he knew he wouldn’t be able to see her more than a couple times a month. And that was if they were lucky.