Page 98 of Dirty Like Seth
“I have to be at the bar for seven in the morning,” I informed him. “The auditions are not gonna wait for me.” Actually, they were. If I didn’t show up on time, the auditions couldn’t start, and a whole lot of people would be annoyed withme.
It was the first time I’d mentioned the auditions to Seth since they’d resumed, but he appeared unfazed about the subject. “Then you should probably kick meout.”
We just stood there, neither one of us making a move to make that happen. His lust-hazed eyes stared me down; the cocky bastard knew I didn’t want him to leave. That’s why he’d made himselfcoffee.
I took a sip of my wine and said, cooly, “I think Summer enjoyed making music withyou.”
His gaze moved over my face, reading me like a book. “You’re…jealous?”
I scoffed way too hard, totally giving myself away. “Ofwhat?”
“You think I’m intoher?”
“It’s okay if you are,” I lied. “She’s hot, and you seemed pretty comfortable with each other. And I know her. Usually when Summer smiles that much at a guy, she’s planning to fuck him… or she alreadyhas.”
“Well… I can’t tell you what her plans are. But she’s never had sex withme.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Now I was just suspicious. “Whynot?”
“Is it totally impossible to imagine that I can be in the same room with a woman and not have sex withher?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Canyou?”
“You’ve been in the rock ’n’ roll game too long,” he said, walking me backwards until he had me against the wall. “Not all men think exclusively with their cocks,Elle.”
I was aware of that. Brody, for one, had never been a dive-in-dick-first-and-ask-questions-later type of guy, and I’d always appreciated that—thatsomeonehad restraint on tour. It gave me ongoing hope for the male half of the species. But Brody was a businessman, first and foremost. A different animal. One that led with hisbrain.
My male rock star friends were anotherstory.
“You’re right,” I mused. “I’m pretty sure Dylan’s made a decision, or maybe two, over the years, that didn’t involve hiscock.”
“There you go,” he said, kissing my neck. “Proved mypoint.”
I sighed as he licked and nibbled his way down my throat. “Can we not talk about Dylananymore…?”
“No problem. What would you rather talkabout?”
I opened my mouth to answer but no words came out. Seth was already on his way down, lifting my shirt to kiss my stomach, then sliding his hands up my shortskirt…
Next thing I knew, we were on the kitchen floor, half-naked.
His hands were all over me, stroking, caressing, kneading. His mouth, his tongue, were everywhere. If I closed my eyes, it was kinda like three different men were adoring my body, kissing, nibbling, licking… His mouth was on my nipple, sucking. Then on my neck, licking, teasing, making me shiver. One hand was in my hair, pulling slightly. One hand was on my stomach, his fingertip caressing myclit.
Then he produced a condom from somewhere, and slid his cock deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around hiswaist.
His tongue was in my mouth, screwing in deep. His fingers dug in between my legs as he thrust into me, his hips working in a slow, deep rhythm, swiveling against me. I was so focused on kissing him back, on stroking and sucking his tongue and wanting to turn him on, and just kinda melting in the all-over bliss, I didn’t even know I was there—until I came, my entire body seeming to shatter beneathhim.
I gasped into his mouth and writhed against him, trapped between his hot body and the hard, coldfloor.
My headspun.
Every time… it was like he was worshipping me. Like he was hellbent, laser-focused on my orgasm… on sucking and fucking and stroking and squeezing it out of me… Like he couldn’t get off until he’d gotten methere.
And when hedid…
He lost it. He lost his rhythm. His thrusts sped up. His breathing grew jagged, heavy, and he fell apart. He rammed into me and I felt his cock pump a few times as he let go deep insideme.
I held him as he panted, kissing my throat, mychest.
