Dare Me (Rock Gods #2) (6 page)

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              The sun was rising by the time they made it back to the suite. Jessica had nodded off a little bit after putting away a huge stack of blueberry pancakes at an all night diner. He was having fun keeping her awake. He knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted anyway.

             
She wasn't going to sleep with him. Not tonight.

             
But he had a good feeling about tomorrow night. Maybe tomorrow they could hang out by the pool, gamble a little. And there were plenty of other roller coasters in Vegas he could take her on. He had nothing planned until they left for New York on Sunday night.

             
The suite was… not empty. There were people passed out on all the couches. Girls mostly. Apparently the party had come back here after the club shut down. He did a quick check of the rooms and cursed. They were all taken.

             
Not that he didn't want her to share a room with him, but he didn't want her to feel forced about it. He shook his head. He wasn't a pig generally with women, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so concerned about what a girl's feeling were.

             
"Looks like all the bed rooms are taken. Well, except mine."

             
She shrugged, like it was no big deal. He could tell she was nervous though. She might have liked fooling around with him in the elevator, but she wasn't willing to go further than that.

             
"I'm sorry Jess. Let me call down and get you a room."

             
"That's okay. I can sleep on the couch for a few hours."

             
They stared at the couch. It was covered in passed out people in various states of undress.

             
"Um…"

             
He watched as she looked around, hoping she would change her mind and spend the night with him. He'd really like to hold her if nothing else.

             
That was a lie. He'd like to do a lot of things besides hold her.

             
She brightened and pointed to the top of the glass staircase.

             
"I can sleep on that one."

             
He followed her up the stairs. There was a small leather chaise lounger on the second story. Just outside his bedroom.

             
"Are you sure?"

             
She grinned at him.

             
"It's fine. Lord knows I'll fit."             

             
He wasn't so sure why that annoyed him so much. He'd already told the girl she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. He had gone out of his way to make sure she didn't feel pressured. The least she could do is give him credit for being a gentleman.

             
It's not like he was a typical rock star, nailing groupies left and right.

             
He was just surprised at how much he wanted to act like one.

             
The thought of seducing her into his bed, not worrying about the consequences, just taking what he wanted… it was beyond tempting.

             
"Look, I'm not comfortable with you sleeping out here. You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch in the room. Who knows what kind of people are down there."

             
"No I couldn't take your bed. That's crazy."

             
"I insist."

             
She sighed, looking indecisive. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. They looked around together.

             
There was no couch.

             
He lowered her to her feet. She was breathing in little gasps, staring up at him.

             
At his lips.

             
He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers.

             
Again, there was an explosion of pleasure. Electricity where their lips touched. He pulled her against him and reveled in the feeling of her body pressed against his.

             
Finally he lifted his head, realizing he was doing the opposite of what he'd promised.

             
"Sorry."

             
"It's okay."

             
He ran his hands through his hair, unsure what to say. There were two armchairs by the window. They would have to do.

              "Hey look, I can put those two chairs together. It's only for a few hours."

             
She stared at the carpet, shaking her head.

             
"No, it's alright. We can- share."

             
He inhaled sharply. She was giving him what he wanted. Or at least partially. He wasn't going to push her to do anything she didn't want to do.

             
"Are you sure?"

             
She nodded shyly. He took her hand and led her to the bed. He didn't want to give her time to change her mind.

             
"Wait."

             
He stopped, running his hands over the soft skin of her arms.

             
"What?"

             
"Can I borrow your toothbrush?"

             
He felt an overwhelming sense of relief mixed with something else. He wasn't sure what it was though. Tenderness maybe.

             
She wasn't backing out. She just wanted to brush her teeth.

             
"Sure."

             
He grabbed his backpack and fished out his toothbrush and paste. Then he opened his luggage and pulled out a soft t shirt.

             
"Here."

             
She nodded shyly and took them from him before disappearing into the bathroom.

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Jess stared into the mirror. Kendall was so much taller than her that his t shirt fit her like a dress. A very soft, very clingy dress. She pulled it away from her chest, hoping it would not accentuate her breasts quite so much.

             
Nope.

             
It was fine. She wasn't being a tramp. It wasn't even really a date, right?

             
Just to be sure she left her bra on. There was no need to take that off. Besides, she might poke his eye out with a nipple.

             
Well, it's now or never.

             
She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Kendall was staring out the window. His shirt was off. The man's muscles had muscles.

             
Oh my god.

             
He turned and she saw his eyes flare when he looked at her. Like she was something delicious to eat. Her stomach did a little flip flop. He crossed the room and stood in front of her.

             
"You look nice."

             
"I do?"

             
He smiled at her in an intimate way.

             
"Yeah, you do."

             
He slid past her, pulling the toothbrush from her hand.

             
"Be right back."

             
She shook herself and climbed into bed, grabbing a fresh bottle of water. Hydration was very important when you were going to bed with your celebrity crush. She almost laughed at the inanity of that thought but she was too nervous.

             
Kendall was back in less than two minutes. He kicked his shoes off and climbed into bed beside her. Well, not too close- the bed was enormous. It could have fit ten people in it.

             
She blushed a little bit. It probably had fit that many people at one point or another. Kendall smiled at her and laid back, putting his hands behind his head.

             
He wasn't going try and kiss her?!?

             
She blinked at him. He must be tired. She was feeling pretty sleepy herself. She laid back and closed her eyes, snuggling into the blankets.

             
"Sleepy?"

             
"Hmmm hmmmm."

             
The bed moved. She opened her eyes. He had rolled over to face her on top of the blankets. He was less than a foot away. He was making eyes at her.

             
Puppy dog eyes.

             
"Are you sure we shouldn't try and keep you up- just a little bit longer?"

             
"I- um… sure. That would be-"

             
He was on her in a second, kissing her deeply. He'd been waiting for permission she realized. She moaned as his body pressed against hers, more intimately this time. All that was between them was his old t shirt and her bra. He chuckled as he fingered the strap.

             
"I'd really like to take this off of you."

             
"Okay."

             
He moaned and kissed her again. With one hand he pulled the t shirt up and over her head. He lifted his head and looked down at her body.

             
"Oh god, you are so beautiful Jess."

             
He lowered his head to hers again. He was kissing her so intently that she almost didn't feel his hand underneath her fishing for her bra hook. He unclasped it easily and then leaned back again. He was breathing heavily as he slowly pulled the bra off of her.

             
He groaned as his hands closed over her breasts. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his warm palms against her rapidly hardening nipples.

             
Then she felt his warm hot mouth close over one of them. He was making contented sounds as he swirled his tongue against the sensitive tip.

             
She arched her back unconsciously as he worked her breasts, alternating between them. It was almost as if he couldn't get enough. Finally he rolled to his side, pulling her with him. His erection was pulsing against her juncture. She could feel it through his jeans and her panties. It was hot and hard and very, very big.

             
She whimpered in fear and desire all at once. He moaned as he rocked himself against her. She stopped breathing as he slowed the grinding motion. He was holding himself back, she could tell.

             
"Jessica?"

             
He was staring down at her. She didn't say anything.

             
"Are you okay with this?"

             
She nodded jerkily. He was frozen above her for a moment. Finally he sighed and rolled off of her.

             
"You're not."

             
He lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling.

             
"Fuck."

             
"Kendall."

             
She reached for him but pulled her hand back at the last second. He didn't look like he wanted to be touched at the moment.

             
"Oh god- just- just give me a minute okay?"

             
She nodded and tried not to stare at his bare chest as it rose and fell. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. A minute later the shower came on.

             
Oh god. He was taking a shower. A cold one.

             
She had really messed this up, hadn't she?

             
Why did she have to freeze up? Now she'd blown it with him. What was the big deal about just- going with the flow?

             
But she hadn't wanted to. And he noticed.

             
Somehow, that was making her want him even more.

             
She pulled the t shirt back on and crawled under the covers.

             
A few minutes later and Kendall was sliding into bed beside her again. He was wearing gym shorts and a plain black t shirt. She wished he had left that last part off… she was already missing the feeling of him against her chest. He smiled at her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly.