Rock Me(14)

“And now we have a second chance. I want you in my life.”

Ten years was a long time. We were completely different people now. His life was crazy and he lived in a fishbowl, always in the public eye. Barring this promo tour, I lived a quiet, solitary life. I kept to myself, kept my head down and worked. Yes, I still loved him. A part of me always would, but we weren’t just different people, we lived completely different lives. And I wasn’t the kind of woman who could deal with groupies, drugs and cheating. So not going there.

“What about all those women?” I offered, trying not to feel jealous of all of his encounters.

“What women?” he asked and I felt my jaw drop. What women? Did he think I was a moron? A blind, deaf, idiot?

That shut the tears down. “What women?” I asked. “There are a million photos all over the internet. Do I need to Google you? I’ve got them burned into my eyelids, you with beautiful women practically hanging all over you. Lots of women.”

“Jealous?” he asked and it just made me mad. How was I supposed to answer that? Jealous? Yes. For years. But he wasn’t mine. Kit hadn’t been mine in a really long time.

My silence earned me a frown and the teasing tone faded from his voice completely. “Look, you were married. Settled down. In love. Some asshole put a ring on your finger and I was fucking jealous. How else was I supposed to deal?”

I thought of Robert. What we had was a farce of a marriage. I thought I'd be happy with him, but I'd been lying to myself. I never loved him. I never loved anyone but Kit.

“We didn't work out. I divorced him two years ago. There's… there's been no one since.”

I saw the flare of heat in his eyes knowing it had been a long time, a really, really long time since I'd been with a man. Two years. Before tonight, I’d felt like I had cobwebs in my vagina.

“I won't lie, there were women in the past. But none of them mattered, Crys. I didn’t love any of them. There was only you. When you got married, I had to let go. I was trying to get you out of my system.”

“And now?” I asked.

He rolled us so I was on my back and he was looming over me. His fingers stroked my hair back from my face. “Now, you’re mine.”

It was what I'd always wanted him to say. I'd dreamed of him showing up on my doorstep and wanting me back, telling me he was making me his. But it had never happened. Work. School. A shitty marriage and an even more painful divorce. That kind of thing washed the shiny and new off my innocence like acid on flowers. I knew what this was, right now. Right place, right time, lots of chemistry. But I wasn’t a naïve little girl anymore. This was one night. Just one night. I didn’t expect him to give up his lifestyle, the women, the touring, or the parties just for me. He was a rock star. He wasn’t my Kit anymore. He belonged to the whole world. I couldn’t compete with that. I didn’t even want to try, not when I knew I’d just get my heart broken.

We'd both accomplished our dreams, but we’d grown even farther apart in the process. There was just no way I could see this working out in the long term. But I had him right now. Tonight. I could take this one night and file it away as the best night of my life. I'd think back on the sex, on his hands and his kiss and his cock, and count myself lucky for a long, long time.

When he lowered his head to kiss me, I kissed him back like it was the last time. No, I wasn’t going to sneak out while he was sleeping. Morning traffic, schedules, and the reality-suck would come crashing down on our private party soon enough. And when he nudged my legs apart with his knee and slipped two fingers into me, I knew walking away was going to be one of the hardest things I ever had to do.





Chapter 8





Crystal



I woke up warm. And cozy. In Kit's arms. Oh my god. Last night. Kit Kaswell.

I'd stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower with him. I was never the aggressor when it came to sex. Never had been with Kit, until now. He'd said he'd wanted a shower and I thought of him naked, water running down all those hard muscles. I knew he had tattoos, but I'd wanted to see them. Once I put my hand on his back, he'd taken over.

All. Night. Long.

I was sore in places I'd forgotten even got sore.

My back was against his front with his cock was pressing heavy and thick against my bottom. The arm thrown over my waist held me securely and his palm cupped my breast. A perfect fit.

“Morning,” he said, his voice gruff and deep with sleep.

His hand moved, playing with my breast as his fingers gently worked my nipple. This wasn't the crazy pace of our time in the shower, but a gentle coaxing. It was working.

“Mmm,” I murmured. “Again?” I asked when he shifted his hips.