Rockstar by Lexi Adair

her fingers between the dark strands of his hair.
    "We played an entire set for one those morning talk shows,” he noted dryly. “I need a shower and a stiff drink."
    The drink she could offer him, but as for the shower, she hoped he would pass. A fine film of sweat covered his face and made his skin glow erotically under the pale light of the sunset streaking in through the open windows. His lips were moist, as though they'd recently been licked. Though his eyes showed an unmistakable fatigue the desire drowned the weariness in its shadow.
    A knock on the door drew Anthony's attention. He turned and cast a glance back at the door. “Who the hell is that?"
    "Dinner."
    "Ah, honey you cooked.” Anthony smiled easily then turned and threw open the door. The waiter gave him a curt nod and then pushed his cart full of silver-plated dishes into the room. “Where would you like it, sir?"
    "Right there is fine.” Anthony reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of cash. His slipped the tip into the waiter's hand, thanked him for his trouble and then closed the door behind him. He crossed to Summer and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I'm going to grab a shower. Give me ten minutes."
    Summer gave a nod as he disappeared into the adjoining bedroom. She went to work sorting through the piles of plates displayed on the service tray. Deciding there wasn't enough room on the small table for all the food she'd ordered she spread the banquet out on the floor in the sunken sitting area of the suite.
    When she'd finished arranging their dinner she slipped down to sit crossed legged on the floor. She snatched a piece of bread off one of the plates and popped it into her mouth.
    Anthony returned a few moments later. He'd donned a simple navy T-shirt and pair of baggy, faded blue jeans. His feet were bare and his face left unshaven. He was every bit as breathtaking in this casual attire as he was strutting around on stage in his tight jeans and open, collared shirt. He took in the feast set on display and laughed aloud. It was a deep, infectious sound that made her smile with the awkward innocence of it. “What did you do, order everything on the menu?"
    Summer tore off another piece of bread. “I didn't know what you liked."
    Anthony shook his head and then crossed the room and sat down on the carpet beside her. He cocked a brow at the half a dozen plates scattered about the floor. Summer shrugged innocently. “What? It's not like you can't afford it, Mr. Rockstar."
    "You're a wicked woman."
    She flashed a devilish smile. “You have no idea."
    Anthony drew up a plate with steak and a pile of old-fashioned whipped potatoes. He dipped his fork into the potatoes and brought it his mouth. As it touched his tongue a deep moan escaped the back of his throat. “Oh my God, I haven't had a thing to eat all day."
    "Don't they feed you?"
    "I've only got an appetite for one thing.” Anthony shoved the plates aside and dragged her into his arms. She giggled girlishly as he devoured her neck with feverish, sloppy kisses.
    "You've ruined me, Summer Staite.” He flipped her over and pinned her to the ground.
    Summer laughed as he adjusted himself on top of her, his growing cock pressed demandingly between her legs. His gaze softened then, and his hands came up to stroke the long golden strands at her temple.
    Summer stilled beneath him. She drew in a long breath as she struggled to form the words she didn't care to utter. “Anthony?"
    "Tony,” he muttered as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Call me Tony."
    "What happens tomorrow?"
    He shifted off of her. Sat with his arm hooked over one knee as he studied her from beneath lowered brows. “We're heading to Victoria."
    "The show must go on.” She started collecting the scattered plates and tumbled food but he took hold of her hand.
    "Don't do this."
    "My life is in L.A. and yours is ... well ... wherever the road happens to take you. Tomorrow you'll get on your plane and I'll get