Star Struck(BBW Rocker Romance)(10)

“But you don’t even know what I have in mind. Maybe you should before you decide what you want to do about it.” Ethan whispered against her skin, his breath hot.

“I know what guys like you want, Ethan,” Mandy replied, suddenly finding her voice. “And I’m guessing that’s what this…offer, to join you on tour as your stylist, is all about. Just to have some girl in your bed. Is that it?”

She sucked in a breath as she felt Ethan move back and away from her, finally putting some space between them. Mandy dropped the leather pants she’d been clutching and spun around to face him. He didn’t look as angry or taken aback as she’d expected.

He didn’t reply at once, and Mandy sighed deeply. “Look, Ethan, let’s just not cross this line, okay? I have a job to do and a man that I care about. I’m sorry, but the last thing I’m interested in is falling into bed with you.”

Ethan closed the distance between them again, this time face-to-face, his lips moving close to hers. His piercing blue eyes penetrated her every thought, his perfect lips curving against hers.

“Who said anything about a bed?” he growled before pushing her against the wall and kissing her.



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Ethan didn’t take rejection very well. ‘No’ wasn’t a word that he understood, possibly because he never heard it before. He knew what he wanted and he simply took it without hesitation. For years, Ethan had his share of beautiful, perfectly sculptured women, all of whom would do just about anything to please him.

But Mandy…she was different. She had an aura, a spirit of ice and fire that burned and chilled his blood. So she didn’t want to cross a line, huh? Well, the line was now very heavily blurred.

And then telling him she was seeing someone else had pricked him more than he’d thought it would. Of course she had a man. She was beautiful, intelligent – sexy. No one had ever turned him on this much before and he wanted to make sure she knew just how desirable she was. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, it didn’t matter.

Ethan made sure she understood his desire for her when he pressed himself against her. His lips closed over hers hungrily. He’d dreamed of kissing those beautiful soft lips ever since he’d first seen her.

Self-restraint was never his strong point. Ethan knew he’d probably burn in hell for all the wild and wicked things he’d done. He’d been set on the wide path of destruction many years ago, when at age eighteen he was used and abused by his first girlfriend, followed by a string of heartbreaks that left him cold and callous. But that was then. This was now.

Her mouth was pursed firmly against his – for a moment. He gave the seam of her lips a lick and she gasped. Ethan felt Mandy go limp and he grabbed her shoulders, pinning her harder against the wall.

Being a rock star meant that countless women simply fell into his bed. But only one thing kept them there: Ethan knew female anatomy like the back of his hand.

He’d learned all about a woman’s needs and weaknesses a long time ago; had been given the source code from the best teacher an enthusiastic young man could ask for. Ethan had never been truly proud of having such prowess and it wasn’t always a surefire hit. But when he probed deep into Mandy’s gasping mouth, when his cock surged against her pelvis – when he cupped her face gently, yet purposefully, he could feel her latent submission even as she whimpered in protest.

Damn, she tasted good. She smelled like heaven – that familiar perfume from long ago making his head swim even as he drowned in the essence that was all Mandy.

Her hands planted flat on his chest to push him away. But then her fingers brushed against his chest and he groaned. He sucked hard on her tongue, making the kiss as aggressive and animalistic as he dared. Ethan could tell no man had ever kissed her like that. She trembled with the shock of having Ethan claim her lips and mouth so roughly.

Ethan was highly sexual in nature; even in his music and in the way he played, he was all for indulgence and carnality. He was a sinner – no doubt about it. Damaged and wrong. So wrong. And right now all he wanted was the taste of something pure, seemingly untouched and unworldly like Mandy.

She should be pushing him away and slapping his face in horror, she thought. But all thoughts escaped her, evaporating into thin air as Ethan claimed her lips again, growling his desire into her mouth. Ethan knew she was helpless underneath his onslaught, in the way his manly heat surrounded and caged her. He rocked his hips against her roughly and she trembled all the more. She was no match for his inbuilt magnetism. No woman could resist his kiss, his touch. He knew if he reached a hand up under her skirt, Mandy wouldn’t stop him. She’d let him push his fingers past the thin material of her panties and discover how ready she really was for him. He could unbutton her blouse, or better still, rip it off her. She wouldn’t ask him to stop. She’d beg him not to as she arched her back and let her full round breasts spill easily into his waiting palms as so many women had before her.