Free Rock Starred: Love My Way by Karen Booth Page A

wanted to take down your ponytail and have you on that big table in your studio."
    "Tell me more." I increased the pressure with my fingers, rolling back and forth across my clit.
    "I couldn't stop staring at your breasts in that little black top. I would have torn it off you if I could have. And your ass. I almost went off in my pants every time you bent over to pick up a camera lens."
    I let my fingers laze over the tight bundle of nerves. It felt so good to hear him talk about me that way. "You had the funniest look on your face that day. I had to tell you to stop. Remember?"
    He laughed, quietly. "I couldn't stop looking at you. And when we talked, that was when I knew I was in trouble. You were so smart and funny and sexy. I've never wanted a woman the way I want you."
    I gasped, but not from the physical sensation. His words were more than my body could take. My skin flooded with warmth, my shoulders froze, my mind spun with thoughts of him and desire and opening my heart.
    "You're almost there, aren't you?" he asked.
    "Yes, hurry." My hands worked faster and with purpose as my breaths sputtered between my lips.
    "Oh God." His voice was ragged and deep. "I'm there Katie."
    "Me too."
    I heard him call out just as my body clutched and released, over and over again, shuddering in steady waves. My chest heaved as I sucked in necessary air, my head became wonderfully fuzzy. Relief took me floating back to earth. I sank into the bed, rocking my head on the pillow.
    "Peter?" I asked between breaths. "Are you there?"
    "Just barely. Jesus. That was hot."
    "Smoking hot." I bit my lip, taking delight at losing my phone-sex virginity, quite the naughty milestone.
    "I miss you so much. It feels like next Saturday is never going to get here." He blew out an exhalation. "Listen to me. I sound like a kid."
    "No, it's sweet. I love it when you're sweet." My eyes began to mist, my inescapable reaction to him. "I miss you too."

Chapter Nine
     
    "Every day?" Gwen asked.
    I grinned, cradling the phone on my shoulder as I dried some silverware. "A dozen, every day." In all honesty, I'd been wondering if perhaps Peter would eventually send me every lavender rose in the tri-state area.
    "Does he say the same thing on the card every time?"
    I stifled a laugh. That morning's bouquet came with a note asking if I'd had a chance to stock up on loofahs. "No, he says different things."
    "Like what? And why are you giggling?"
    "I don't know. It's all sweet and romantic." I stopped short of more, wanting to keep Peter's sentiments to myself. Those notes were our secret, our silly inside jokes, and that made me feel closer to him. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, but it was something. "Is that good enough?"
    "Not really, but you're entitled to be secretive. I have to say I'm impressed that you aren't freaking out yet."
     I pursed my lips. "I think I'm doing really well." The truth was that talking on the phone was easy. Aside from overcoming a few jitters about phone sex, it had been effortless. I was still nervous about what would happen when I saw him again, as eager as I was for it to happen. Would it be as amazing as it had been in Miami or was that just the excitement of something new? Would he still want me when saw me again? The way he wanted me in Miami?
    "So what are you going to do for Peter? I mean, in exchange for the flowers, aside from the obvious. Sexual favors and whatnot."
    "Cute. Real cute. I actually made a print for him. It's beautiful."
    "What's it a picture of?"
    "I went through everything from the day I photographed the band. I found one shot of him that's breathtaking." My voice caught in my throat. "I converted it to black and white and layered it with one of my New York photos that he said he liked. I hope he likes it. I sent it to arrive at his hotel tomorrow morning."
    "Sounds serious."
    "It's just a print." In reality, I'd spent hours on it, most often distracted by the beauty of his features. "I wanted to do