Rock Starred: Love My Way (3 page)

Several mojitos later, things with Gwen had spiraled downward. She switched seats, deciding that Stony's lap was preferable to the cushioned patio chair. She wiggled as she laughed and I assumed there was no way for Stony to stand up without his jeans telling us how much he was enjoying her company.

"They like each other," Peter whispered with hot breath against the sensitive skin beneath my ear. He'd snuck his hand into the back of my slinky top moments earlier. I couldn't help but smile when he made a sound akin to "Eureka!" as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. "Like us, right? Tell me you like me, Katie." He slowly slid his way around my rib cage, his surprisingly soft hand cupping the underside of my breast and his fingertips grazing my nipple.

The languid pace of his caresses was like honey dripping from a spoon, so intoxicating that I closed my eyes, a shallow breath rushing past my lips. "I do like you, Peter. You're sweet." My head dropped closer to his as if he was the metal and I was the magnet.

"I've had better reviews."

"Sorry. That was just the first thing that came to mind."

 Gwen turned her back to us, sharing a quiet moment with Stony. I studied her body language and cursed the day he was brought into the world. In an instant, she suggested we adjourn upstairs for a continuation of the evening's festivities. I glared at her and excused the two of us to the ladies room. Peter wore a content grin as we got up from the table and Stony swayed again.

"Gwen, honey, you do realize what's happening here, don't you?" I asked once we were alone in the bathroom. "Because if you go upstairs with Stony, I assure you that you're not going to be playing Tiddly Winks."

She stared into the bathroom mirror with a glazed expression, her mascara smudged under one eye. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since Ted looked at me the way stoner Tony is looking at me?" She fixed her mascara, her pale-green eyes twinkling from the mirror. "And you know what? I deserve to have a guy look at me like that. Tony is fun and he wants me, Katie. You would not believe the stuff he said to me. Dirty stuff." She opened her eyes wide as if she was trying to sober up. "What's up with you and Peter? Jesus, he's hot."

I set my purse on the vanity. "Yes he is and you know me, one step at a time."

She smiled in the mirror. "Yeah, right. You and I are both getting lucky tonight."

My mouth gaped. "Whoa. Okay. We need to talk. You are
not
sleeping with Tony. Give me two secs."

I took a three-mojito pee, grumbling to myself about how crazy Gwen was acting. "Gwen, honey, this is a really bad idea," I called out to her. She didn't respond and I tucked in my blouse. "Gwen? Hello?" I zipped up my pants and stepped out of the stall to an empty ladies' room lounge. "Fuck."

Peter and I tracked down Stony next to a potted palm by the elevator, but Gwen was nowhere in sight. I called her phone and got voicemail, but I had a text from her as soon as I ended the call.

Second thoughts. Tell Stony I'm sick. Have fun.

I breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

Got it.

I shook my head in mock dismay. "Oh damn. Sorry, Tony. It sounds as though Gwen is sick. Probably too many mojitos."

Confusion washed over his face. "Sick, as in I'm not going to see her again tonight?"

 "Too bad, huh? Sorry." I stuck out my lower lip. Hopefully, no one would realize I was going for the Oscar with this performance.

 "You could always head downtown, man. See some bands or something," Peter said. He pushed the up button on the elevator.

"Okay," Tony said, with a hint of defeat in his voice. "I'll ask the doorman where I should go to find women. Catch you guys later."

I took solace in watching Tony walk away. Crisis averted.

Peter slid his hand to my lower back, gently pressing my hips into his. "Finally we're alone." He dipped his head and softly brushed his lips against mine.

I was about to surrender to the kiss when the ding of the elevator kept us from violating any rules of public decency. "Yes, alone."

We stepped into the dimly lit elevator. As the door slid closed, Peter took my hand and gently looped my hair behind my ear. He allowed his lips to skim the dip between my shoulder and neck. I steadied my hand on the metal handrail as his mouth and tongue sent need shuddering through me. Each subtle, craving movement of his lips was another reminder of how badly I wanted him.

We got out on the eleventh floor and Peter keyed his way into his room at the end of the hall. I heard the door close as I stepped into the beautifully appointed suite, the king bed with the golden silk duvet already turned down for the night.

 Peter came up behind me and wrapped both arms around my waist. He gently kissed my neck and muttered, "I'm a good guy, Katie, I swear."

My chest heaved as I sucked in a breath.
That's what worries me.
"I know you are."

"It's hot in here," he said.

I turned and my breath caught in my throat as I watched him lift his t-shirt over his head. His chest was incredible—firm and muscular but not overbuilt. An enticing trail of dark hair ran down his flat stomach below his bellybutton, leading my mind beyond the waistband of his jeans, low-slung around his hips. My cheeks flushed. Peter was right. It
was
hot in here.

"What's your poison?" he asked as he bent down and opened the minibar.

I kicked off my heels and smoothed my hands over the landscape of his back. "I don't need a drink."

"Mmm." He twisted around and wrapped me up in his arms, kissing me tenderly. His tongue slid past my lips, playfully encouraging mine to tangle with his.

My hands slid along the contours of his trim waist, my fingers stopping when I felt the inviting curve of his hipbone. I reached down and cupped the rock-hard ridge in the front of his pants. He kissed me, moaning into my mouth when I pressed into him with the heel of my hand. I unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor.

He circled his hands over my lower back and nuzzled my neck with balmy, sweltering breath. "Will you do something for me?"

"Maybe," I answered with a rasp in my voice.

"I want to watch you take off your clothes. Slowly."

I pushed down on his shoulders and he sat perched on the edge of the bed. I stood inches away from him. If I was going to get the most of my one night with Peter and he wanted me to do all of the work, it was going to be on my terms. The anticipation of the evening ahead was too lovely not to savor. "Okay," I said. "I'll take off my clothes for you, but no touching."

He leaned back on his hands, his cock stiffly standing at attention inside his black boxer briefs. His legs were lanky but solid, with a raised scar across one of his knees. "What's the point if I don't get to touch you?"

"You do eventually. Think of it as a game. We can see how much self-control you have."

"I can already tell you it's almost zero. Especially when I'm around a beautiful woman and have a raging hard-on."

I smirked at him. "Humor me." I began slowly, my fingertips tracing the neckline of my top. I pitied him as his gaze traveled up and down my body and he seemed to wrestle with a few impulses. I crossed my arms and gathered the hem in my hands. Peter's eyes flashed with anticipation as I showed him a sliver of my stomach. I turned away and slipped my top over my head. It skimmed my back as it dropped to the floor. The bed creaked. Heated breaths grazed the small of my back. "No cheating." I glanced over my shoulder to find his hands hovering near my hips.

I cupped my breasts, rolling my head to the side and quietly moaning as even my own hands felt incredible against my skin. My nipples puckered and grew taut as I turned back to him.

"Move your hands," he said.

"Like this?" I asked, biting my lower lip and rolling them in circles, my breasts full and firm.

 "No." He closed his eyes for an instant. "I mean, yes. That's hot, but I want to see you."

I fought a smile and peeled back my fingers, watching his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed. His eyelashes were absurdly long and dark, his lips plump from kissing. Glancing down, I wondered how long his cock could stand to be contained. I eased closer and reminded him, "No touching. Not yet." I moved my breast close to his mouth, his hot breath huffing against my skin. I lowered my chin to my chest as he eyed my nipple and the anticipation engulfed me. "You can use your tongue, but no hands."

His lower lip sat just beneath the tight bud and he flashed his eyes up at me before taking my nipple into his mouth. My eyelids drifted shut as the tip of his tongue teased me with deft swoops, delicate circles and pleasing flicks. I longed to stretch out on the bed and relinquish control, have him take command, but that would have meant abandoning my game, and this particular game left me in charge. As much as it was physically painful to do, I pulled away from him.

I smoothed my hands over my stomach and unbuttoned my black pants. Peter grinned as I undid the zipper and the fabric slid down my legs. I turned away again and used my thumbs to wriggle my lacy boy shorts down my hips. I looked back over my shoulder to see him eying my ass as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"How are we doing back there?" I asked.

"You're fucking driving me insane. Let me touch you." His lips inched closer to my lower back and my knees threatened to buckle.

I smirked. His frustration was insanely cute. "All in good time. Lie down." I turned as he did what I'd asked. "Scoot back on the bed. Put your head on the pillow."

He watched me while crawling backward on his elbows. Without question, he was one of the best-looking guys I'd ever been with, if not the best. His features were angular, his nose had an adorable bend to it, and I wondered if he'd been a jock when he was in school. He certainly had the body for it. Not like a football player, but long and lean, as if he'd played baseball or run track.

He sat up. "Jesus, Katie. Just get over here. Now."

"Relax. I want you to lie back down and close your eyes."

"You aren't one of those freaky chicks who's going to tie me up or steal my clothes, are you?"

I arched my eyebrows and planted my hands on my hips. He closed his eyes but I could tell that he was trying to peek as a mischievous smile played at the corners of his lips. "No looking." I knelt on the bed and he wrapped his hand around my leg. "You have a very hard time following rules, don't you?" I trailed a finger down the center of his chest along the tempting path of dark hair that led to his bellybutton and beyond, beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Do you want me to keep going?"

He smiled. "What do you think?"

I peeled back his boxers and his thick erection sprang free. As soon as I touched him, his silky skin pulsed and I relished how iron-hard he was. "Mmm," I said and took him in my mouth. I sucked softly, riding his firm length from base to tip, pausing to tease the ultra-sensitive ridge of the head with my tongue.

He moaned and arched his back. "You should jump in at some point or I'm going to finish before you even get started."

I released him from my mouth and straddled him. "I find it hard to believe you can't keep it together." I spread my hands across the patch of hair in the center of his chest. "You can touch me now."

I fully expected him to act like a kid and go crazy on me. Peter, however, merely opened his eyes and placed his hands behind his head. "So you want me to touch you. Really? I thought you were just going to do everything yourself."

"Very funny. Now's your chance to be in charge, big guy."

"What if I just lie here?"

"What if I just leave?"

"You wouldn't do that. You're as worked up as I am."

"You're so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you? I find that highly annoying."

"Most women love it." He reached up with one hand and grazed my nipple with the tip of his finger. He smiled at me, wholly satisfied with himself. "Come here." His strong hands gripped my hips and urged me closer.

I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his head, my hair cascading down around us. "Tell me you have a condom," I mumbled, burying my face in his neck. Impatience prickled my spine, the shadow of stubble along his strong jaw bristled against my cheek.

"In my wallet. Jeans pocket."

I hopped up from the bed a little too eagerly, as if I was a runner after the starting shot, but caught myself and tried to play it cool. My foreplay tease had revved me up way more than I would call normal, or maybe it was that Peter had me so turned-on that everything between my legs was in charge. I handed him his wallet and he slid out the foil pouch, presenting it to me in his open palm. "Would you like to do the honors?"

I bit my lower lip as I knelt next to him on the bed. "Gladly." I opened the packet and opted to start by licking away the bead of moisture that had collected at his tip. He groaned and squirmed. Our eyes connected as I rolled on the condom. He seemed to take great delight in watching.

"Are we going to do this?" I asked, straddling him again.

"Yes, we are." He pressed his hands firmly into my lower back, just enough pressure for his cock to rest against my folds, magnifying my already teeming frustration. He sucked my breast into his mouth, starting a staggering cycle of tongue and teeth, pleasure following torment and back again.

My body responded with a slick pool of heat between my legs. I rolled my hips and slid along his length. His tip caressed my clit with every backward stroke.

He grinned and rolled to his side while tugging on my arm. I stretched out on my back, wriggling back and forth against the smooth and silky sheets. He spread my legs with his hands—long, strong fingers clutching the tender skin of my inner thighs. Greedily, he leaned down to kiss my lower stomach a dozen times before separating my swollen folds with his fingertips.

He pressed his lips against the warmth, his tongue circling my clit, every rotation inching me closer to my peak. I clamped my eyes shut and knocked my head back as he slipped a finger inside, my hips bucking as he curled it masterfully into the bundle of supersensitive nerves. It was as though he had a road map to my entire body, managing to home in on the very thing that I most wanted at that moment.

Peter bracketed my waist with his hands and hovered above me, dipping his head to kiss me, his lips wet. I locked my ankles under his ass, urging him inside as the ache between my legs blazed. He toyed with me, building anticipation as his cock grazed my center before he took a long, fluid thrust. I gasped and my body gave in, molding around him.

We rocked together in perfect pitch, my hips lifting off the bed as he ground against my pelvic bone. He groaned and I smiled on the inside, sensing the tension in his body was already close to the bursting point. I arched my back, wanting him even closer. Electricity bubbled under my skin. It rolled through my belly, building steadily behind an invisible barrier until the current broke through in a barrage of pulses.

My body hungrily pulled on his and Peter braced his forehead against mine, driving himself deeper and with greater force. My fingers dug into his lower back, taken by surprise as a second wave began to crest in me while I was still reeling from the first. It came quickly, my body overly sensitized to his motions, his weight and his seductive smell. He became rigid as a board and I heard his breath catch in his throat. He grunted and keened forward as he throbbed inside me, thrusting with a careful rhythm. I sucked in a breath as a second orgasm tumbled out of me, circling waves of pleasure, more intense and fiery than the first.

 Peter collapsed on top of me, both of us struggling for breath. He rolled to my side and swept his hair from his forehead, damp with sweat. "Damn," he said. "I actually think I like the no-touching rule." He placed his palm on the side of my face and kissed me tenderly. His hand sat on my stomach and he did nothing but look at me for moments, his nose inches from mine.