Page 74 of Kind of Famous
And what if I decided I did want out eventually?
Shane stood and held out a hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I was tempted to follow him anywhere, but that sense of warning hadn’t dissipated. Maybe it was too much novelty, homesickness, or just stupid hormones messing with my brain chemistry.
I decided it might help to touch base with my normal by checking in with Ash and catching up with any fan site drama before I went to sleep, so I said, “I’ve got something I need to do for a few minutes on the computer. Do you mind?”
“Oh. Of course not. I have a book to read.” Despite his words, his forehead furrowed, but then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be upstairs, okay?” He stood, took a step back, and added, “Waiting.” Two more steps. “Upstairs.” Another few feet. “In bed.” He made it to the stairs. “Most likely naked.”
“With a book.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t fall asleep, please.”
“Not a chance.”
He took his sweet time walking around the steps, and when his feet finally disappeared, his shirt came fluttering down. Followed by his pants. And his boxers.
God.
I closed my eyes and breathed in. I had my private messages open and was about to find out what Vencor had written.
But then Shane yelled, “You ever going to come up here? I’ve only got on my socks.”
I had to laugh at him, and the dark cloud dissipated. The computer could wait a few hours.
Chapter Nineteen
Ifound him, exactly how he’d said, naked, reading a book, in nothing but his socks. He’d neglected to mention the heavy black hipster glasses that made him look borderline ridiculous, but given my proclivities, it pushed him over to the side of delectable. I crawled on hands and knees up him and trapped him beneath me. He peeled my T-shirt off. I did the same with my pants.
I rolled one of his socks off. Then the other. His toes curled, and he giggled like the Pillsbury Doughboy. I ran a finger along his arch, and he yanked his foot away.
“You’re ticklish.”
“Am not,” he lied.
“No?” I dragged my fingernails along the back of his knee, and he hissed.
“Do that again.”
I did.
His calves were slender but toned, covered in red hair that would match my own if I hadn’t shaved. But I had, because it was nearly summer, and I’d been wearing skirts. And banging a drummer.
Speaking of which, when I got to his thighs, which were substantially thicker than his calves, like he did squats for a living, and maybe he did when he half crouched in front of that drum set, I ran my tongue along the inside of his leg. His groan satisfied me.
“Will you please hurry up, Layla? You are going to drive a man insane.”
I pushed his knee to the side, knocking his legs apart, and despite his griping, he let me. His erection stood out like a neon marquee, demanding my attention, but I zeroed in on his taint, just below his balls. When I licked him, he cursed, and I smiled. I did it again.
“Layla. My God.”
His balls drew up tight, and I took one in my mouth. Then the other. His back arched. I wrapped my hand around his cock, wondering for a humorous second if his dick had done squats as well because, phew, Shane was a handful. I loosened my grip enough to slide up his length while I focused my mouth on the nether regions. The guttural sounds coming from him now were making me moan.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up. And you’re going to regret it.”
I never would. But he made a fair point. I retreated and slithered up beside him. “You are delicious, Shane.”
He kissed me while his hand trailed down my torso to my own wet heat. “You want me.”
“I want you.”
