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

across my cheeks. I had resisted the urge to
check out his package, but just the thought of what I might see made my pulse
race.
    Tyler tried to shrug his shoulders loose.
“Can you just pull down on the front of this? Don’t touch the outside material
– it’ll get damaged. Pull from the inside.”
    “Oh. Okay.” I reached up and gathered the
material by his neck and began to peel the slippery layer forward over his
shoulders. Damn, this felt erotic. I was stripping a rock star.
    I pulled the wetsuit forward and began
exposing his chest as he tugged his arms through the sleeves, leaving them
inside out. When his arms were freed, I dropped the top of the wetsuit and
stepped back secretly enjoying the up close and personal view I was getting.
    Tyler held up his fingers, flexing them.
“My fingers are still numb. Just pull it down some more so I can peel it off. I
need to get out of this thing.”
    I was beginning to feel slightly
ridiculous stripping him down, but I figured I would look like a complete prude
if I refused. I had already seen him in his swimsuit, so what was the big deal?
And I had to admit to myself, I sure wouldn’t mind getting a better look at
that body of his. As long as he didn’t catch me…
    I had to stoop over to grab the top of
the wetsuit and my face ended up inches from his tight 6-pack. If I had stuck
my tongue out, I could have tasted him. I tried to clear my head of its naughty
thoughts and began tugging the wetsuit down. Slowly, the material gave way.
    I was struggling to work it down because my
bent position was really awkward. If I wanted to continue, I had to get down on
my knees in front of him. I knelt down and immediately felt a surge of pure
arousal. My God . I was inches from his bulge . The one I tried so
hard not to look at before. Like I was about to give him a blowjob. I glanced
up. “Are you sure you can’t pull the rest off yourself?”
    His eyes were half closed as he watched
me. Was he in hypothermic shock or something? “ Are you okay, Tyler? We’d
better get this off you fast and get you warmed up.”
    I reapplied myself to the task at hand,
but my momentary worry was soon forgotten. I had already returned to drooling
over his perfect body again. I tugged the suit lower and my stomach clenched as
his navel was revealed, then the dark sprinkling of hair leading to –
well, yeah. It slowly slid down past his hips revealing the tattoo that I had
seen peeking out of the top of his swim trunks earlier at the shoot.
    As I focused on finding out what the
mystery tattoo was, the fabric was getting closer to revealing the package
behind the bulge. The bulge that looked suspiciously larger than before. My eyes narrowed warily. I was pulling his wetsuit down obscenely low and there
was still no hint of a swimsuit.
    I abruptly stopped pulling. “What are you
wearing under this?”
    “Uh, nothing.” He sounded so calm.
    I jumped up. “What! You’re naked under
there and you have me peeling this thing off you?”
    He grinned devilishly. “You’re doing a
great job. Don’t stop now.”
    I crossed my arms. “Tyler! I get it.
Really. You’re used to women undressing you and falling all over you. But,
that’s not going to happen here. So let’s get this straight - right here, right
now. I’m not interested in you. And I’m not going to have sex with you. Ever. Besides
the fact that we have a professional relationship to maintain, you’re just not
my type.” Was I trying to convince him or myself?
    His eyebrow rose questioningly. “And what
type am I exactly?”
    “You’re a rock star. You act just the way
people expect you to act. You go through women like it’s your job. I’m not
judging you, but I’m certainly not interested in becoming another notch in your
belt. I’m not attracted to men who behave like that.”
    The easy smile slipped from his face. “And
you think I’m like that?”
    “Are you telling me you aren’t?” I
challenged right back.
    Tyler