Free One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) by Ana W. Fawkes

a room available, for circumstances
such as this. Carrie got him to the room and before the door could click shut,
she grabbed Thomas by his shirt and pulled him towards her. She kept him at a
very small distance, the lingering need to be kissed floating around them.
    “I want to tear your shirt off,”
Carrie whispered.
    “Do it,” Thomas said. “Please.”
    Carried used both hands and pulled.
The buttons on Thomas’s expensive shirt weren’t a match for her. The buttons
popped open, almost all at once. They scattered, some of them hitting the
walls, and Carrie put her hands to Thomas’s body. It was nothing like John’s
body but Carrie had to play it off. She had to pretend Thomas had the greatest
body of all time.
    “Touch me,” Carrie whispered.
    “Where?”
    “Wherever you want to touch me,”
Carrie said. “Just hurry... I want to be touched.”
    Thomas’s hands shook with fear.
Carrie sensed the fear and she backed away from him. She backed into the wall,
purposely hitting it hard. She bent her knees and spread her legs.
    “I’m desperate for you,” Carrie
said. “Oh, Thomas...”
    Carrie lifted her dress. She pulled
it all the way up to show off her hot pink thong. The thin line of cloth that
kept her from being exposed to Thomas now became his focus.
    “Where do you want to touch me?” Carrie
asked. “Here?” She placed her pointer finger between her legs.
    Thomas groaned and wobbled left to
right, drunk as hell.
    “Or here?”
    Carrie touched her chest, cupping
her breast over her dress.
    “Both,” Thomas said, smiling.
    “Both?” Carrie asked. “Oh, Thomas,
I was hoping you’d say that. Come here. Touch me. Touch me where I’m aching to
be touched. Yes.”
    Thomas stepped forward and smiled.
His eyes and hands were syncing up by the second. All Carrie could do was wait.
The second Thomas’s hand touched her breast (Carrie was thankful Thomas went
there first instead of somewhere else), the door to the hotel room opened and
in walked John.
    With a camera.
    A few clicks later, Carrie smiled
and looked at John.
    This
was a job well done.

 
    The
way she looks, the way I feel. I... desire... her.

.13.
     
    The car stopped in front of the
restaurant and Jessica looked to the building. She’d seen it many times but
couldn’t afford an appetizer in the place, let alone a night in the hotel rooms
above the restaurant.
    “This is too much,” Jessica said,
mostly to herself.
    Slader’s hands were everywhere on
her, holding her. He moved the hair from her face to behind her ear. He kissed
her ear and shocked Jessica once more. Not that she didn’t expect to be shocked
again and again over the course of the night.
    “I own all this,” Slader whispered.
    “You own... the car?” Jessica
asked.
    Slader exhaled a laughing breath
that climbed across Jessica’s face. He turned her head so she looked at him
instead of the building. Jessica couldn’t contain the way she felt looking at
Slader. There was command and compassion behind those eyes. It was a mix she’d
never seen before. A mix that attracted her not just physically but with her
entire soul.
    “I own the car,” Slader whispered.
“But I own the restaurant and hotel too.”
    “You’re a rockstar,” Jessica said.
    “I told you... I am the rockstar. I control more
than you could ever imagine, Jessica. But tonight, I want to control you.”
    “What’s next?” Jessica asked and
smiled.
    Slader moved at her. His lips gently
touched hers.
    Their
first kiss.
    Up until that point Slader had
touched Jessica and enjoyed the comfort and taste of her breasts. Now he had
her lips.
    Jessica kept her eyes open, as did
Slader. The first few seconds it took Jessica all her might not to smile. The
rockstar fantasy burning in her mind screamed, I’m kissing Alex Slader!, but it was more
than just kissing. His hands held her face, keeping her in place. He kissed her
over and over, just lips. It was erotic yet torturous at the same time.