Free Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2) by Olivia Thorne Page B

legs.
    Much better.
    Well… not really.
    Much better at keeping me focused, though.
    Derek just grinned and stepped into the pair of flip-flops. “I’m going in. You want to join me?”
    “…no. I’ll stay right here,” I said, though my mouth was watering.
    “Suit yourself.”
    He grabbed some towels and the bag of toiletries and strode off for the showers, giving me a perfect view of that gorgeous, squeezable ass in motion.
    God DAMN him…

16
    I stood on the outside of the tile shower room and listened as the hiss of water filled the air. Steam started to drift out.
    “So, I wanted to ask you about the album cover for Bigger Than – ”
    “What?” Derek yelled, his voice sounding hollow from bouncing on the tile.
    “I said, I wanted to ask you about – ”
    “I can’t hear you over the water – you’re going to have to come in here.”
    Asshole.
    I was pretty damn sure he could hear me just fine.
    But I steeled myself and walked around the corner into the shower room, my heels clicking on the tile.
    I almost choked.
    He was standing there, outlined against the white tiled wall, soap suds sliding down his body, his hair wet and slick, his skin luscious and shiny under the jet of water.
    I recalled a story about some movie studio mogul who wanted to cast an Olympic female swimmer in a movie. In everyday life, she was kind of plain, but put her in a bathing suit and a pool, and she looked amazing. The studio mogul’s comment was, “Dry she ain’t much – but wet, she’s a star.”
    Well, Derek Kane dry was damn good-looking… but wet and naked, he was heart-stopping.
    His skin shone. Water droplets seemed to dance in the air. His muscles bulged and cast off spray all around him. He was that Obsession ad by Calvin Klein, times ten.
    And though his growing erection had seemingly died down a little, it still swayed tantalizingly, with a sluice of water cascading down over it like the most beautiful waterfall you’ve ever seen.
    My panties were wetter than the shower tiles, I was certain of that.
    He pulled his face out of the jet of water and caught me staring at his crotch.
    It immediately started to get bigger again.
    FUCK!
    I snapped my eyes back up to his face.
    He grinned saucily. “… you were saying?”
    I blushed again. “Um, the, uh, the cover for your first album – was that a dig at Killian?”
    He rolled his eyes. “That fucking story? The one Spin or whoever made up?”
    “You heard about it?”
    “I didn’t read it, but Ryan told me people kept asking about it on Facebook.”
    “…so was it?”
    “ No, it wasn’t a dig at Killian. I begged Killian to come join the band. He’s like a fuckin’ Mozart on guitar. I know it sounds insane to say it, but I think he’s just as good as Jimmy Page or Hendrix. Why the fuck would I want to insult him?”
    “Well, why those guns, then?”
    “The real question is, why do guns at all? That’s what you’re really asking. I mean, I’m soooo obsessed with the size of my cock, I just HAD to put it on an album cover, right?” he grinned.
    I gritted my teeth. “I guess someone might think that.”
    He shook his head, casting water everywhere. “It was all a big joke. Once we had the name, we knew what everybody was going to think it was about, even though it was Riley who came up with it.”
    That was another big, contentious debate about the band name – where it had come from. Nobody knew for sure.
    “How’d she come up with it?”
    “I’ll let her tell you, she tells it better. Anyway, we knew what people were going to think, so we just ran with it. Played it up. ‘Rock out with your cock out.’ ‘Cock rock.’ To tell the truth, for the first cover I think I wanted a Mac truck next to one of those little two-seater electric cars. It was Killian who suggested the guns.”
    Derek switched to his hilariously bad English accent.
    “‘You yanks are all about your guns, aren’t you? Love your guns, right? We should have guns on