Play Your Heart Out: A Rock Star Romance (Sinful Serenade Book 4) by Crystal Kaswell

kiss to press his lips against my neck. My shoulder. My chest. Lower. Lower. Lower.
    This time, his lips close around my nipple. Pleasure shoots to my core. I sigh with relief as he sucks on me. Soft. Then harder. Harder.
    I yelp from the pressure. It doesn't hurt but it's fucking intense.
    He moves to my other nipple and does the same. I tug at his black hair, trying to keep my voice down.
    His hand slides up my thigh. Closer and closer. My legs shake. I press my back against the wall to keep my balance. It's been too long. I need him touching me.
    Almost.
    Almost.
    There. His fingertips skim my clit. He looks up at me, checking my reaction. I nod a yes. He needs to continue. All of this needs to continue.
    He strokes me.
    His hands are steady, the pressure light. I arch my back to pull him closer. Deeper. I need more. Need his fingers inside me.
    My cheeks flush as I try to force the words to my tongue.
    My hands go to his shoulders. "Please... Pete... I want you to... To do what you said."
    He flicks his tongue against my nipple. Is he going to make me say it? I let my eyes close. I take a deep breath. Okay... I can do that.
    In theory.
    I dig my nails into his shoulder. "I want your fingers inside of me."
    Immediately, one finger teases my sex. My body sighs with relief. I can do this. Can ask for what I want. Hell, I'm practically dirty talking.
    Conscious thought falls away as his finger slides inside of me. I arch my hips, spread my legs wider.
    I let his name fall off my tongue.
    "God, Pete." I arch my back to drive his fingers deeper. "Please don't stop."
    He kisses me hard. His tongue is aggressive, dancing with mine. I groan into his mouth. He needs to know how good this feels.
    Tension knots between my legs. I'm close to the edge. About to spill. And kissing him back isn't enough to contain my pleasure. My lips break free of their own accord, part of their own accord.
    No thinking. My hips shift, seeking the perfect angle. There. Pete stays in time with my movements, going faster, deeper.
    He's tuned to my body, playing me as expertly as he played his fucking bass guitar.
    With the next stroke, all the pleasure wells up inside me. I go over the edge, groaning his name as I come. I can't help myself. I don't want to.
    When I'm finished, he pulls his hand away.
    He keeps me pinned against the wall with his hips. His lips hover over my ear. "My name sounds good on your tongue."
    My cheeks flush. "Thank you."
    "I want to hear it again." His voice gets lower. "Can you handle more?"
    God yes. I want him inside me. I have to ask. Deep breath. I try to build the courage. But the silence of the song ending throws me.
    There's another sound. Something familiar.
    Oh no. It's footsteps.
    They move closer. Closer. Then there's a knock on the balcony door. A woman clearing her throat awkwardly.
    I turn, covering myself as quickly as possible.
    "Ahem. Excuse me..." Her voice wavers as she pushes the door open.
    "This is becoming a habit for you," I whisper.
    He nods with a cocky smile. "Rain check." He steps into the club.
    "Oh my Goodness. I didn't realize it was you..." She clears her throat. "If you need another few minutes, it's okay."
    Damn. Being a rock star has its perks.
    "We're finished." His deep voice echoes around the room.
    My bra and panties are flung over the balcony. That's not happening. At the moment, I'm not concerned. I'm on a cloud. Everything is light and easy.
    I zip my dress and step into the club.
    The waitress stares at me like she's determining whether or not I'm good enough for Pete. Her gaze goes back to him. She does not even bother trying to hide the way she's gawking at the still very visible erection straining against his jeans.
    "We'll get out of here," he says.
    "Yes. Of course." She manages to look into his eyes. "Are you two... together?"
    He looks at me for permission. When I nod he turns back to the waitress with a megawatt smile.
    "Yeah. But keep it between us," he says.
    "Of course." She