Free Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Emme Rollins

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