The Contract: A BBW Rockstar Romance Read Free Page B

her nipples. They were puckered and hopeful, just out of reach of the tip of his finger. He took her face in his and began again, kissing her lips slowly, sliding his tongue inside, not urgent, not hurried. She began to relax as he stroked her, making her arch her back into him with pleasure. Sighing she stretched and pointed her toes, his touch making her tingle all over. This must be what it’s like to not be in charge for ten whole minutes, she decided, it was nice to let him take over and play. He danced his fingers down across her chest again, gently exploring. He removed her shirt and kissed along the edge of her bra, pausing to lick and nip at the tender skin. His hands were at her hips now, sliding under the waistband of her jeans, dancing along her skin there. The feeling was electric, this guy was different.  

    Gently he tugged at her jeans, pulling them free of her hips.  

    “Curves,” he murmured, she hoped, in appreciation. Her hourglass lines had never bothered her, but it wasn’t always what men wanted. She hoped it was what he wanted. He slid his hands along her freshly revealed hips and ass, and slid her jeans all the way to the floor. Standing in her kitchen, half naked, she felt suddenly shy. But not shy enough to stop kissing him. Taking his head in her hands she stroked his lips with her tongue and kissed him deeply. Her hands moved along his chest, almost without her thinking about it, and she ran them underneath his shirt and explored the skin she had been day-dreaming about all day long. Smooth and warm and soft, she dropped the shirt to the floor and found the dragon tattoo. It was done in black and red, the scales were shiny with sliver and gold flecks. Its sinewy body wrapped around his midsection, with its head on his shoulder blade and flames licking across his back. She ran her tongue along it, and he arched his back and moaned under her touch. She feathered her fingers along his skin and she could feel goose bumps rising in response. He reached down and caressed her pussy through her panties, running his fingers gently along her mound. Taking her cue from him she placed her hand along his impossibly tight jeans and found (ample) evidence of the effect she had on him.  

    Suddenly the front door chimed, and Lilly jumped, as if his skin had burned her. Being dragged back to reality startled her into thinking about what she was actually doing, and she began to regret it. Not doing it, but thinking about it. Having a relationship with him was dumb, and she knew it, having even a non-relationship hot sex romp with him would probably be stupid too, and she knew herself well enough to realize that when he rolled out of town, he’d take a piece of her too. And it would hurt.  

    As they scrambled into their clothes the moment was lost and she found she couldn’t meet his eyes. She scurried to the front door, and, after glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was decent, she opened it to find several camera crews staked out on her lawn. It wasn’t his crew for the reality show though, it was TV crews for gossip shows and websites. Apparently word had gotten around fast about where he’d be spending the night.

    “Get off my lawn,” Lilly said, sounding, she thought, remarkably calm in spite of the fact that her heart was hammering and her head was spinning and she could still feel the warmth of his skin under her hands. “You do not have permission to be on my property, so you’ll have to leave.” She could hear them calling questions out to her, even as they beat a retreat from her front yard and headed for the road. It wasn’t a busy street, but they’d have a hard time hanging out in the middle of the road.  

    She closed the door firmly behind her, and turned to see him leaning on the doorframe.  

    “I’m sorry, they follow me everywhere, I should have warned you.”  

    “It’s ok, I should have guessed. Let me make a call,”she said, crossing to pick up the kitchen