Page 71 of Dirty Like Me
“Always.”
He’d already tossed his arm over his eyes, his tattooed wrist turned out so that the tender flesh of the inner wrist was exposed. Damn. I couldn’t get over how sexy it was when he did that. I just wanted to kiss that wrist and lick the long, curved lines of his tattoo—a set of wings that wrapped around his forearm and met behind the back of a small figure on his inner wrist. An angel?
His muscled torso was bare, the sheet around his hips, and as usual, he’d kicked the blankets on the floor. I’d already figured out that the man ran hot; if I wasn’t here he probably wouldn’t even bother with the sheet.
I grabbed a blanket, switched off the light and slid into bed, pulling the sheet over myself and tucking myself in under the blanket.
My heart thudded as I felt him move. He shifted closer to me, the bed dipping, making me tip slightly backward… and up against Jesse. The entire length of his hard, hot body, under the sheet with me.
I took a breath, quietly, and ignored him.
His hand snaked beneath the sheet; he placed it on the curve of my waist, his grip gently tightening, and drew me closer against him.
The son of a bitch was spooning me. Naked.
“Let’s play a game,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear, his voice low in the dark. “Actually… let’s make it a wager.”
“Mmm,” I murmured noncommittally, pretending I was half-asleep. It was really my only line of defense. My heart slammed in my chest, my pulse pumping between my legs. It was getting really hot in here, really fucking fast.
Unfortunately I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to take my new vibrator for a test drive, so all the horniness from last night had only been compounded by hanging out with him on and off all day, watching him up on stage tonight, and enduring his many kisses… when he went on stage, when he came off stage, when we posed for photo ops throughout the day. I just kept taking the kisses, the hugs, the familiar gropes. It was all just for show, just part of the act.
Of course, we didn’t exactly have an audience in the bedroom at the back of the tour bus in the dark, but still. I knew he was up to something.
When he ran the warm, wet tip of his tongue up the back of my neck, I was sure of it, but I still shivered, hard. He groaned in response and pushed in closer, so I had to push back or end up flattened beneath him. He ran the tip of his nose up the nape of my neck, through my hair, making me shiver again. Then he whispered in my ear, “Bet you give in before I do.”
Evil.
The man was pure evil.
His fingers dug into my waist, holding me still as he shifted himself… fitting his very large, very hard cock right into the notch at the top of my ass, at the base of my spine… setting off sparks in that killer erogenous zone that was hardwired to my clit. I gasped and bit down, tasting cotton as I ate pillow once again. It was like the guy had some sort of manual.Press these buttons to drive Katie crazy.
I felt the tickle of his hot breath against the back of my neck as he laughed.
I stiffened, pulling away from him.
Fuckthis.
The man thought he could play me like an instrument?
I tossed the covers aside and stumbled out of bed in the dark. Yes, I was hot for him. Did that mean I was just gonna spread my legs and let him have at it?
Not so much.
I started peeling off my clothes. First the stretchy camisole, then the pj pants, and last, my panties. At the moment, despite the incessant ache between my legs that told me all I really wanted was for Jesse Mayes to shove his big, gorgeous cock inside me, as deep as he could get it, and pound me stupid, I didn’t reallycarehow much I wanted him. There was no fucking way I was ending up just another conquest in his long line of broken hearts. Worse, some kind of one-hit wonder that he fucks right out of his system. Yes, he was hard for me this minute. What did guys call it?Available pussy.Well, I was definitely available. But if I gave it up, what happened tomorrow?
I’d seen the groupies at his shows, angling to get backstage.Maybehe wouldn’t fuck any of them until our deal was done, but that didn’t mean I’d be able to hold his interest any longer than any of his previous lovers had, which, apparently, wasn’t very long.
If the illustrious Elle barely got a year, I’d be lucky to get a week.
I went around the other side of the bed and slipped in behind Jesse. I grabbed his hip and shoved my naked body up against his backside, exactly the way he’d done to me.
Two could play at this fucked-up little game.
He started to turn toward me, but I bit his earlobe. Hard.
“Ow! Fuck,” he complained.
I soothed the hurt by licking his ear, and then his neck, the way he’d done to me. “If you lose this stupid wager,” I said in my sweetest voice, nuzzling the hair at the nape of his neck, just like he’d done to me, and shoving my pussy up against his ass, “you play your next shownaked.”
