Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) by Arabella Quinn Page A

they headed out.
    Unfortunately for me, I would have to
stay several more hours while the equipment was broken down and loaded. Some
people in my position might have felt it beneath them to stick around, but in
the end I was the one responsible for everything, so I would stay until it was
completed.
    It would be getting dark in a few hours,
but the crew didn’t look to be in too much of a hurry. I pulled a protein bar
out of my purse and hunkered down with my phone and laptop to get some work
done while I waited for the crew to painstakingly pack up.
    I had been engrossed in answering e-mails
for some time when I finally noticed that the sun was sinking low in the sky. I
looked around. All the equipment had been loaded into the vans and the beach
was deserted. All that remained of the shoot were the canopies. I glanced up
towards the parking lot and could see two guys from the crew having a smoke
next to their van. I sighed with relief; at least they hadn’t left the tents behind
as I had first thought. Hopefully, they would finish up soon.
    I slid my laptop into my briefcase and
stood. The tents had been emptied out. Maybe I could start taking them down on
my own to speed up the process? The wardrobe tent wasn’t huge; I could
possibly dismantle it myself. I walked over to the small tent and lifted the
flap to check that all the racks had been cleared out of it.
    Hot damn! I gasped with surprise as I took in the
sight before me- a perfect male body squeezed into a skin-tight wetsuit. His
back was towards me, but I knew this wasn’t Tommy because the hair was too
dark. It was Tyler . And my eyes couldn’t help but wander down his tight
body and linger on the contours of his ass, which were showcased perfectly by
the wetsuit.
    “My fingers are so fucking numb, I can’t
get this suit off. Those gloves were too big –” He glanced over his
shoulder and stopped talking when he saw me.
    I finally got my mouth to work. “Oh,
sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here. I’ll just get out of your way…”
    He turned fully and faced me. “No, wait.
I thought you were Tommy. I guess he’s still out there. Two hours was more than
enough for me. I’m pretty sure hypothermia is starting to set in. I need some
help getting out of this suit. My fingers don’t seem to be working.”
    I felt a flash of concern. “Hypothermia?
Do you think you need some medical attention?”
    He shook his head. “No. I just need to
get into dry clothes and I’ll be fine. Can you just pull this zipper down for
me?”
    I swallowed nervously. Why did the
thought of pulling down the zipper on his wetsuit get me so hot and bothered?
It’s not like I hadn’t spent hours today staring at his bare chest, pretending
I was watching the shoot when I had really been gawking at his body.
    “Sure.” I stepped fully into the small
tent and slid behind him. Trying to act casual while my heart raced a mile a
minute, I tugged at the long cord attached to the zipper. I watched the muscles
bunching in his back as I slowly pulled down the zipper inch by inch. I studied
the tattoo on his right shoulder that curled partially down his side as it was gradually
revealed.
    When I realized I was unzipping him a
little too leisurely, caught up in uncovering his body to my feasting eyes, I
yanked the cord abruptly the rest of the way. “There. Isn’t the wetsuit
supposed to keep you dry? It looks wet inside.”
    Tyler turned to me. “Thanks. Water can
get in, especially when you dive through the waves. But this isn’t my suit, so
it doesn’t fit me perfectly.”
    I beg to differ . Even though the zipper on his wetsuit was
down, it was still molded to his body like a second skin. I could see the
outline of his rock hard abs through the neoprene, and I wondered what other
treasures the wetsuit revealed. Don’t do it, Katie. I fought like hell
not to let my eyes wander any lower down the suit.
    My eyes flew to his face just as I felt
the heat of a blush spreading