Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars(63)

“No.”

“Mmmm . . . hold on.” Suddenly, she was off his lap, picking up the fuzzy kitten, and disappearing out of the room.

The space between them gave him the chance to think rationally. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Gemma; he did, especially since his cock was harder than dry cement. He just didn’t want her having regrets later.

“All right,” Gemma said as she came back, shutting the door behind her. With an evil grin, she started moving toward the bed, her hips rolling with every step. “Where were we?”

In one last attempt to be the voice of reason, he stopped her hands, poised at the bottom of her dress and ready to lift it.

“I thought you didn’t want to do this with Charlie in the house.”

She dropped her hands and leaned over him again, her breasts pressing against his chest. He felt the warmth of her mouth next to his ear as she said, “Don’t worry. If you start to get loud, I’ll just cover your mouth with my hand.”

He jerked with surprise, and before she could try anything else, he flipped her over onto her back. Moving over her, he took her hands and held them on the bed gently. “You don’t have to do this just because you think you’ll hurt my feelings. We can wait.”

He wanted her to want him because she really cared. Not just to make up for their past.

“I’m not. I’ve thought all week about the mistakes I’ve made and the things I regret. I don’t want to waste my time not being with you. There’s a reason why you’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Travis. No other man, even Michael, could measure up to what you meant to me.” She said it softly, her eyes warm. Her gaze never wavered or dropped from his.

His heart slamming in his chest at her admission, he wanted to believe her. He wanted it to be true, and that she wasn’t just being nostalgic or lonely. “Why?”

Watching her face as she stared at him boldly, he held his breath. “Because I love you.” Pulling her hands from his grasp, she touched his cheek softly and pleaded, “Make love to me, Trav.”


Despite his doubts, he wanted her too much to say no.



GEMMA MOANED AS Travis lowered his head and ran his mouth along the sensitive skin of her neck, her hands skimming over his shoulders and back. She could feel the steel of his erection pressed against her and ached to get closer, but Travis wasn’t letting her speed things along.

Slowly, he helped her sit up and pull her dress over her head. His big hands covered her breasts before she had a chance to feel self-conscious, and just the slide of his rough touch on her sensitive flesh made her squirm and cup the back of his head with her hand, bringing his mouth back to hers. Flat on her back again, he shifted off her slightly and moved his hands from her breasts to reach down to her panties.

Wiggling, she tried to help him. Protesting when he pulled away from her, she stopped when he grabbed the sides of her undies, bringing them down one slow inch at a time, exposing her skin to the cool air and his warm mouth. He used his lips and tongue on her flesh, her thighs, the dimple of her knee, and the arch of her foot. Tossing her panties across the room, he made his way back up, brushing her calves and inner thighs with his lips so softly it made her tingle and jerk.

When his hot breath met the sensitive flesh between her legs, she grabbed the blanket with her fists and arched up with a soft whine, wanting him to just take her. Instead, his searching mouth found the small nub hidden beneath her wet folds and tongued her mercilessly, sucking the hard flesh into his mouth and flicking it quickly back and forth.

Grabbing a pillow, she bit into it to smother her cries of ecstasy as she felt the pressure between her legs build until the heavy throb turned into a drumbeat and she came hard. Muscles trembling and legs taut, she shook with the aftereffects of her orgasm.

It took her a minute to come up through the fog and realize that his warmth was gone. Her hazy gaze found him next to the bed, stripping and grabbing a condom from his duffel bag. Holding out her arms, she sighed when he came back to her, settling his hardness against the opening of her spread thighs. She reached up to stroke his face, and he didn’t look away as he slowly slipped inside her, the throbbing starting back up again.

Lifting her mouth to his, she kissed him as he pushed himself all the way in, and she felt so complete that tears filled her eyes. His tongue brushed against hers, and when he still didn’t move, she broke the kiss to whisper, “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head, then dropped his forehead to hers. “No, Gem, everything is just right.”

Slowly, he started to move, and the tension inside her rebuilt as they kissed, touched, and whispered tender words. Gemma held on tight to his biceps as she started to climb again and gasped, “Almost.”

Still moving at a steady pace, he didn’t waver until she fell apart, her cry of pleasure caught by his eager mouth. A few seconds later, she felt him stiffen and flex inside her, his groan of release meshing with hers.

Trying to catch her breath, she said, “I don’t think I can move.”

His laugh was shaky. “Me neither.”

Still feeling his hardness inside her, she squirmed a little. “Didn’t you . . . come?”

“Yeah, I went. It just takes a while to go down,” he said, smiling in the dark.

Slipping out of her, he rolled to his side, and she reached out for him, protesting, “I didn’t say you needed to get off me.”