Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) (7 page)

His breath was hot over my behind
as he began to feather kisses there, moving closer and closer to my center. Wiggling towards him, I arched my back, his tongue beginning to probe between the lips of  my vulva.

“
Yes!” I spread myself open, showing him. He rewarded my effort, slipping his tongue deeper into my folds. His nose pressed into the soft flesh of my perineum, his breath like velvet heat. His tongue took the same circular path his fingers had traveled over my clit when we were outside, this time an easier, softer touch.

He tugged my panties further down, trying to work them off me. I stretched out, loathe to move away from his tongue, so he could slip them past my knees. Rolling to my back, I spread my legs, opening my slit for him with my fingers. His
gaze was already there, his tongue moving across his lips as he watched me touch my clit and slide my finger into my flesh.

“
Hell, yes! Keep doing that!” He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and threw it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor as he watched me finger myself. Bare-chested, the sight of him took my breath away. He moved around the end of the bed, stretching out next to me on his side and propping his head on his elbow so he could put his face right near the apex of my thighs and watch me.

“
Put two more fingers in,” he murmured, and I turned my head, realizing, when he reached his hand down there to adjust himself, I was face-to-face with the zipper of his jeans.

“
I don’t know if I can,” I admitted, sliding a second finger into my wetness.

“More.”
He groaned, his hand moving, rubbing over the crotch of his jeans.

I slid another finger inside, three fingers now, moving slowly in and out.

“Yeah! Fuck yourself like that, Sabrina.” He kissed the elastic across the top of my stocking. The sound of his words made me shiver, and I fingered myself faster.

He grabbed my hips, and I gasped as he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. His fingers probed me, thicker and rougher than mine, sliding into my flesh. His tongue found my clit, licking and sucking with abandon, as if he could devour me. I whimpered, wiggling on his face, resting my cheek against the seam of his jeans, feeling the throb of his cock.

“Rob,” I whispered, moving my hips in little circles. “Oh, God, that’s so good.”

He didn
’t answer me, but he made a noise in his throat, his tongue flicking faster through my slit. I rubbed my cheek against his crotch, feeling the heat of him, and then I unsnapped his jeans and tugged his zipper down. Boxers. I smiled, reaching my hand in to find him, bent and straining against the thick denim.

Tugging his jeans downward, I freed his cock, wrapping my hand around it. He groaned, the sensation a s
weet vibration through my flesh as I began to lick the tip, working my tongue all around the head. His cock was thick and already wet with pre-cum. I teased the head with my lips, kissing and licking in turns, enjoying the feel of his tongue and fingers.

I felt him slowly getting distracted, his tongue forgetting about my clit entirely as I took the full length of him into my mouth. He groaned, pressing his hips up, and I nearly gagged, easing back and using my hand around the base to stroke him as I sucked. I rolled my hips, reminding him, and his tongue found me again, fluttering over my clit and then flattening out, moving back and forth.

“Oh, yes!” I whispered it around the head of his cock, my hand jerking him faster. His tongue rippled back and forth over my clit, a slick, wet rhythm that made me undulate against him.

My hand stopped moving on his cock, and I just squeezed him, the tip red and swollen. He began humming, a low, swelling vibration that seared through me, his tongue playing measured beats against my clit.

“Oh, Rob, oh my God… what are you doing?” I panted, the swell of my orgasm beginning to peak. “Oh, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

My hips rocked and rocked as I started to quake on top of him, the surge of my climax spreading through my pelvis and trembling my thighs.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whispered, over and over, my mouth pressed against his thigh.

His tongue kept moving over my clit, but I slipped a protective
hand over my mound.

“
No, no more, I can’t,” I begged him, rolling onto the bed.

He slipped his jeans and shorts down and moved to stretch out beside me, kissing me deeply. His tongue was thick with my juices and I sucked at it, moaning. He slipped his hand between my legs, moving my hand aside and cupping my whole mound with his, rocking just a little, making me shiver.

“You’re so beautiful.” His gaze moved over my body, lingering at my breasts. He dipped his head and licked at my hard, pink nipple. I squirmed, the sensation almost too much, post-orgasm.

“
I want you.” His eyes met mine. “I want to be inside you.”

“
Yes.” I let my knees fall fully open, my eyes still half-closed, my whole body flushed with a delicious heat.

He moved between my legs
and I took his full weight, wrapping my arms around him. Looking between us, I watched him slip his cock through my fleshy folds, up and down, searching. I lifted my hips, guiding him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward, rocking the length of his stiff cock into me.

“
Oh, Sabrina,” he whispered against my ear. “Oh, fuck!”

“
Yes!” I ground my hips into his. “Fuck me!”

He lifted his head to meet my eyes, rolling his hips as he moved, a sweet, fluid motion. I was so wet, I felt it even on my thighs—he slid through me like butter. Slipping my arms around his neck, my eyes searching his, I lost myself in the feel of his body, his belly moving against mine.

“Yes!” I urged him on, working unde3r him, reveling in the wet heat of us, joined together at last. His cock throbbed as he moved into me, burying himself to the hilt and holding there, breathing hard.

“
Fuck, Sabrina…” He shook his head, eyes closed. “I can’t last long—you feel too good.”

“
It’s okay.” I ran my hands down the thick ropes of his arms. They trembled with effort. Tracing my fingers over his face, the stubble on his chin, down his neck and over his chest, I found his nipples, hard, dark pebbles, and flicked them with my thumbs.

“
Oh, damn.” He moaned and I felt him let go as he began thrusting into me, deep and hard. His cock was steel heat and I watched him bite his lip, eyes half closed, face twisted in anticipation of the ultimate pleasure. I wanted to give it to him.

“
Come for me!” I rubbed my thumbs over his nipples and clamped onto his cock with my muscles, squeezing, milking him. He gasped, his body twisting into mine as he thrust deep one last time, and I felt him swell and surge inside of me, a dam bursting in hot, rhythmic waves. He shuddered, collapsing, and I held him close, murmuring endearments softly into his shoulder.

“
Well, if that was a game, I like how it’s played,” I said, and felt laughter rumbling through his chest.

“
You’re something.” He rolled off, throwing an arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. When I looked at him, it hit me with a sudden, breathless force—I just had sex with Rob Burns! He was in my bed! I couldn’t have predicted how this night was going to end back when Katie and I were singing along to
Trouble
songs on the way to the arena. Never in a million years.

“
Rob?” I rolled, hooking my thigh over his. He looked far away, lost in thought, but he turned his eyes to me, searching my face.

“
How’s your head?” His fingers touched my forehead.

I
’d completely forgotten about the place where the door had hit me. I rubbed at it. It was starting to scab over. “Feels fine. I don’t know how it’s going to feel tomorrow though.”

“
You’re gonna be
very
hung over tomorrow, lightweight.” He chuckled, eyes bright.

I smiled, remembering how I
’d given in to the alcohol—how I’d given in to it all.

“
It’s worth it.” I rested my head on his chest. “And I didn’t even puke.”

He laughed.
“Yet.”

“
Bite your tongue!”

“
What were you going to ask me?” He stroked my hair.

“
Oh. I just wondered—” I took a deep breath and swallowed. “You mentioned calling a cab.”

“
Do you want me to go?”

“
No!” I half-sat to look at him. “But… I mean… oh, I don’t know.”

“
No games. What do you want?” He traced the curve of my breast with his finger.

“
I want you to stay.”

He nodded, his
gaze lingering where his fingers moved over my flesh.

“
What do
you
want?” I put my hand on his belly, still wet with sweat. “No games.”

“
I’d like to stay tonight.”

I smiled, leaning over him to turn off the light. He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me and breathing me in, his chest swelling.

“I never thought I would meet
Trouble,
” I murmured. “I still can’t believe it’s real.”

“I’m probably more trouble than I’m worth,” he said, letting out a little laugh.

“I doubt that,” I whispered. “Very much.”

“Sweet Sabrina. Haven’t you heard? I’m nothing but trouble.”

“That’s okay.” I smiled. “I’m always looking for trouble.”

He laughed and
pressed his lips to mine in the darkness.

Chapter Six

I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. Rob Burns was spooned behind me, arm heavy over my rib cage, other hand tangled in a mess of my hair, snoring gently in my ear. I was afraid to open my eyes. It had to be a dream because it couldn’t possibly be real. Last night I’d dreamed about going to a concert with Katie and seeing
Trouble,
the best dream ever, far better than my own imagination had ever gone. I had not only met Rob Burns, but I had taken him to a blues club and then back home to my place.

But of course it wasn’t real.

Behind me, Rob stirred, nuzzling his stubbly face against my neck, sending sweet shivers through me, breath warm as he pressed his lips to my ear.

“Good morning, go
rgeous.” His teeth raked my earlobe, his tongue lapping, as if he was just discovering the skin of my neck, over my shoulder.

“Shh, I’m dreaming.”

“Is it a good dream?”

“The best.”

“I bet I can make it better.” His mouth left hot, wet trails over my skin, hands roaming, moving up from my belly to cup my breast, thumbing my nipple, making me moan.

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“Why not?”

I rolled toward him, my
dream—my dream man. How many times had I fantasized about this? But even I knew some dreams were meant to stay dreams. Second grade elementary school teachers didn’t have rock star boyfriends. The world had rules about these things, a natural order.

Rob
moved up on his elbow, hair all mussed and sexy, eyes on mine, questioning. The sight of him naked in my bed, the sheet only covering his lower body, gave me a glorious half-view of what I’d sampled the night before. I put a hand in the middle of his chest, feeling his heart beating, strong and steady. It grounded me, pulled me back into the world, back to reality.

“If I wake up, you’ll disappear.” I didn’t want to appear clingy or strange, but the tears welled up in my eyes in spite of my good intent
ions. The truth was, I liked my dream far better than I liked reality. In reality, Rob was going back out on tour and I was heading back to work tomorrow. Monday mornings were my most hectic days, the kids hopped up on sugar from a weekend spent at sleepovers eating nothing but junk food.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He moved my hair away from my face, those skilled, calloused fingers brushing my cheek, cupping my chin. “At least, not today.”

I nodded. “How long do we have?”

“The bus
leaves tomorrow.” Rob leaned in and kissed me, as if he wanted to take the sting out of that fact. And for a moment, it worked.

His lips were so soft, his kiss taking me back to that dream world where only he and I existed, suspended between reality and fantasy, lost together. His tongue explored my mouth, gently opening me up to him again, my arms goi
ng naturally around his neck, breasts pressed up against the hard, exquisitely muscled expanse of his chest.

“Mmm, now I think
I’m
dreaming.” Rob buried his face in my hair, breathing in deep. “A woman like you has to be a dream.”

“No, we’re
not dreaming.” I flushed at his compliment. “The real world is right out there.”

I pointed at my window, the blinds closed
, but the sun peeked through anyway. He sighed, tracing patterns around my navel with his finger, as if performing some ritual, drawing symbols to keep the world at bay.

“In the real wo
rld, you’re a rock star and I’m just an elementary school teacher.”

“You’re a teacher?”

“See?” I laughed. “We know nothing about each other.”

“We know enough.”

“I know you’re married.”

“Only in the strictest sense.” Rob leaned down to kiss my navel. I couldn’t help running a hand through
all that thick, curly hair, following the flow of it down nearly to his shoulders. There were very few men in the world who could really pull off long hair, and Rob’s was more medium than long, but rock stars could get away with it. It made him even sexier, if that was even possible.

“So you don’t have a boyfriend?”
He looked up at me, half smiling.

I shook my head. I still talked to Josh on Facebook
, but I’d been single for two years. He was married now and they had a little girl. We’d parted on good terms when his software company moved him to Texas. It had been a blessing in disguise, really, because we’d been on track to do all of that—marriage, kids.

But when news of his transfer came through, t
hat’s when I really knew—he wasn’t the man I was willing to travel cross country for. Looking at his little family in the pictures on Facebook, I knew I’d made the right decision, as painful as it had been the time. Josh was a great guy. He just wasn’t
my
guy.

“Are you kidding me?” Rob scoffed, his breath against my tummy wonderfully warm. “
A gorgeous woman like you?”

“Stop saying that.”

“What?” Rob feathered kisses over my belly, pushing the sheet lower with each heated breath. “Can I help it if you’re beautiful?”

“I’m no Katie.” I gasped when his tongue began
following a path downward from my navel.

“Your skinny blonde friend?”
Rob’s head came up sharply.

I
raised my eyebrows at the disdain his voice.

“Sorry,
” he said with an apologetic smile. “I know she’s your friend but there are hundreds like her out there on the road.”

“Tyler seemed to take to her,” I reminded him.

“His type.” He snorted.

“She’s most men’s type.”
Katie was a long, tall drink of water, built like a Barbie doll in real life. She was one of those women men couldn’t help think about naked and those thoughts seemed to compel them to pursue her, hoping perhaps they might actually get to fulfill their fantasies.

“I’m not most men.”
Rob met my eyes and I melted—the man made me melt faster than ice cream dropped on hot concrete. It was those eyes, so dark they were almost black with flecks of grey like quicksilver

“You can say that again.”
I smiled, my fingers petting the stubble on his cheeks.

“Listen, Sabrina,
I know the situation as well as you do.” He nestled his cheek sweetly against my hand, never breaking eye contact. “Tomorrow we go back to our lives. I don’t like it. I can tell you don’t like it either. But you said it—that’s reality.”

I
didn’t like hearing him say it and I looked away, toward the window in the sunlight in the world that lay beyond. I hated it.

“Look at me,” he demanded. When I
didn’t, he rolled onto me, thickly muscled thigh pressed between mine, face inches from my own. I felt the heat of his gaze and turned to meet his eyes. It was back, that dark, hot look. He wanted something, I understood that expression now.

“We have until tomorrow,”
he reminded me. “We can spend it thinking about how little time it is or we can go out there and live the dream. You and me, sweetheart. Let’s go make it the best day ever.”

“One amazing day.” I couldn’t help but be caught up in his enth
usiasm. I smiled up at him, loving the way his hair tickled my cheeks as he leaned in to press his lips briefly—too achingly briefly—to mine.

“Our day. One we can keep. Forever.” He whispered the words,
soft lips grazing my ear, my neck, brushing kisses over my cheek and jaw, sending that electric tingle through my whole body.

“Okay.” I remembered Katie saying she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip through her fingers. Why should I? “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s start with breakfast.” Rob’s head came up, a grin on his face. “I’m starving.”

I laughed, putting my arms around his neck.

“I know the perfect place.”

* * * *

Leo’s was packed on Sunday mornings and today was no exception. Rob had donned his “disguise” once more, including the goofy sunglasses. I rolled my eyes when he put them on. He held my hand as the waitress led us to the last available booth. Thankfully it was near the back of the diner and Rob slid into the seat with his back to the door—and most of the patrons.

“How ya doing, hon?” The waitress’ name was Jodie. That’s what her name tag said, but I came in
there all the time, and knew her on a first name basis. She liked to tell me about her three-year-old son who had Down Syndrome, how she’d found out during an ultrasound, but refused to have an abortion, in spite of her boyfriend’s objections. He’d bailed on her, so she was raising their son by herself on the waitress’ salary. She liked me because I was a softy and always gave her big tips, even though I probably didn’t make much more than she did.

“Good.” I was far better than good, but the words
fabulous, fantastic,
and
phenomenal
were not only insufficient, they weren’t meant for polite conversation. Jodie gave us each a menu and took our drink orders. I knew she was busy because she didn’t even stop to make conversation or even acknowledge that I’d come in with a man for the first time in two years.

“What’s good here?” Rob
scanned the menu but I saw him scanning the diner too, with a sidelong glance.

“They have huge
omelets if you’re hungry.” I took a sip of the orange juice Jodie left on our table. Rob just had a water. “But I love their stuffed French toast.”

“Stuffed?” He looked at me over the menu.

“Cream cheese and cinnamon apples. It’s soooo good.” My mouth watered just at the thought of those two huge, fluffy pancakes stuffed with sweetness and topped with real whipped cream.

“Diabetes on a plate.”

“Pretty much.” I laughed.

He took a sip of his water, glancing around the diner. It was a typical Coney Island with tables in the middle, booths on the sides and a counter facing the kitchen. Every seat was taken and there were people waiting at the door. We’d gotten the last booth.

“Is that your phone?” I asked, hearing a low vibration.

Rob reached into his pocket, rolling his eyes, silencing it.

“Don’t you need to get that?”

“Not today.
” He put down his menu, reaching across to take my hand as it neared the orange juice. “Today is about you and me.”

“Us?”
Hearing him say those words was like a dream. In some ways it felt like I was still dreaming. His fingers, squeezing mine, still sent delightful pulses of pleasure up my arm. Every time I thought about the night before, a wave of heated memory made my throat constrict and my muscled tighten.

“
Yes.” He smiled, his thumb stroking my knuckles. “Us.”

“Then take these off.”
I snatched the sunglasses off his face, holding them out of his reach when he grabbed for him.

“No!” I laughed at the shocked look on his face when I stuffed them in my purse. Now it was my turn to reach for his hand, both of them. The electric sensation when we touched still shocked me. I’d never experienced it before with anyone else—but what did I expect after spen
ding the night with a rock star?

“Give them to me.”

His expression changed, eyes growing dark. It was the first time I’d been at the receiving end of that look when he wanted something other than sex. He was a force of nature, any time, but when he wanted something, he was unstoppable. I might have surrendered to his desires—and my own—the night before, but this time, I wasn’t giving in.

“Nope.” I shook my head, seeing his eyes get even darker, if that was possible. The iris of his eyes blended
completely with the ebony spot of his pupil, making them look starkly, utterly black. I was suddenly rethinking my decision to defy him.

“You really should give them back to me.” He didn’t raise his voice, but there was steel in it.

“Rob…” I squeezed both his hands in mine, trying to transfer my feeling through my touch, meeting that pitch-dark gaze. “I just want to see your eyes.”

It took a moment but his face softened and the flecks came back to
those obsidian irises. He shook his head and even flashed me a half-smile, lifting my hand and opening my palm to plant a kiss there.

“You’re asking for it,” was all he said as the wait
ress came up to take our order, forcing us to part.

I ordered the French toast, of course
, and Rob ordered the “make your own” omelet with all veggies, making me feel slightly guilty. Jodie had completely ignored him before but when she came to our table this time, she got a good look at his face and all that changed.

“You’re Rob Burns! From
Trouble!”

Rob didn’t say anything. He just sipped his water, looking pointedly over the rim of his glass at me while Jodie went on and on (and on) about how she loved his music and she had so wanted to go to the concert last night but they were sold out come pay day
and she couldn’t find a babysitter for her son. She told him her favorite song of all time was
You Can’t Break a Broken Heart
and would he autograph her note pad?