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

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