Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars(16)

He stood up quickly, and the slow simmer that had been brewing boiled over as she reached up to grab the back of his neck to bring his mouth back to hers. She felt his hands grab her ass and lift her up, and she locked her legs around his waist, moaning loudly as the sensitive flesh between her legs rested against the top of his jeans. When his mouth latched onto her nipple, the ache within her grew unbearable. Whimpering at each pull of his lips and teeth, she squirmed against him.


God, yes. It’s been so long.

Without warning, he released her breast and dropped her onto the bed, removing her hands from around his neck as he stepped back. He gripped the snap of his jeans, and she watched in anticipation as in one motion he grabbed them and his briefs, shoving them to the floor.

His long, muscular legs, which looked so damn hot in a pair of jeans, were hard and sprinkled with hair, and met his lean hips smoothly. When her eyes fell on the length of his stiff cock, her mouth watered, and she reached out, circling his erection with her hand and squeezing him. His breath rushed out in a deep, growling sound, and she smiled. She wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible with this man, wanted to take the memory of his heavy-lidded blue eyes and the way he groaned as she stroked him with her when it was over.

He brushed her hand off him to crawl onto the bed, and she let him go long enough to push him onto his back and kiss him, her hair falling around his face like a brown curtain. Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.

Breaking the kiss, her mouth trailed down over his prickly jaw to his neck, relishing the salty taste of him. Gracie once had broken up with a guy because he sweat too much, but the light sheen on Travis’s skin was sexy as hell in Gemma’s opinion. It meant he was holding back, getting hot from all the little things they’d done, and for Gemma, it was a huge turn-on. When she reached his flat brown nipple, she took it between her lips and sucked, her hand drifting down to grasp his cock again, teasing it with her teeth when his fingers slipped into her hair once more. The wet heat of arousal between her legs made her clench her thighs together as she released his nipple and continued across the contours of his stomach, turning her body so she leaned over him.

His hand drifted up between her legs and she opened them to him, sighing against his stomach as his fingers sought her core. They past her folds and she tried to concentrate on where her mouth was headed, but when he thrust a finger inside, her breath hitched. Her eyes closed briefly as he added another, his thumb moving higher to tease her clit, and she moaned as electrical currents raced through her veins with each press of his hand.

“Oh . . . my,” she said breathlessly as her muscles tightened and her heartbeat thundered in her ears. There was something about the right man’s touch that not even a vibrator could compete with.

The right man’s touch.

Her eyes popped open at the thought, but before it caused panic to override the sensations he was creating, he hooked his fingers over the rough patch of flesh inside her and she exploded, pushing back against his hand as she rode the orgasm, the throbbing easing slightly as he removed his fingers from inside, only to glide up her slit to play with her clit, and she jerked as he rubbed the sensitive nub.

He was making her crazy and he knew it, she could tell by the way he whispered, “Come here.”

But she wasn’t done with him, and it was her turn to make him lose it. She shifted down his body until her mouth settled over his cock, satisfied to hear him groan as she took him deeper. She had loved doing this to Travis, loved the feel of him in her mouth, and how out of control it made him. It had been a heady, powerful feeling for her as a teenager, but as a woman, it was even better.

“God, Gemma, stop,” Travis cried, removing his hand from her, and she protested briefly as he jerked her up. Suddenly, the room spun, and she was on her back, looking up into Travis’s passion-filled face, and her heart was in her throat as for a split second she realized that this was it. She was about to make love to a man she used to love but hardly knew anymore. A man who had probably been with scores of women.

His mouth covered hers and her hands gripped his shoulders, holding tight as the tip of him butted against her. In a moment of panic, she pulled away and whispered, “Condom.”

She had an IUD but it never hurt to be safe. While Travis slipped off the bed and grabbed his pants, Gemma could feel the voice of reason screaming.

If I do this, I can’t take it back.

She was a terrible, selfish person and, in a way, wasn’t she taking advantage of Travis? She was using him to satisfy an itch she hadn’t scratched because she’d been worried about rumors spreading, but considering who was currently standing naked by the bed, wasn’t this worse than hooking up with a stranger?

No one ever has to know. I can tell Gracie and Mike about lunch, but this will just be mine. My little secret.

Then Travis was back, and as his big body slid over her, his cock nestling between her legs, she forgot why she shouldn’t do this and bent her knees. As he sank into her, stretching the tight walls of her channel, Gemma held on, rocking with him as his cock moved inside her. The tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest hair and the tingles spread, increasing the pleasure washing over her. Heavy pressure built as he stroked her and shifted his position slightly, pulling out until only the tip remained. She held on tight, trying to bring him back to her; the closeness of Travis’s body on hers, the way he cocooned her with his arms, was comforting, and she didn’t want to lose his warmth.