Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance
touch. And, like clockwork,
he felt his cock twitch, the beginnings of an erection making him
grunt softly against Kate’s mouth.
    He felt her smile beneath his lips, her hands
moving down over his body, cupping his growing erection with one
hand. Rocking his hips, he rubbed himself against her hand.
Breaking away with a gasp, he buried his face in her neck, her hair
a swath of silk against his skin.
    “Oh, babe…” he whispered in her ear. “What I
could do to you right now.”
    “Nothing’s holding you back, Gage.” She
squeezed him, making her moan against her neck.
    The knock at the door made Gage smile.
“Perfect timing.” He pulled away from Kate, kissing her
quickly.
    Room service wheeled in a cart laden with
covered dishes and several bottles of wine. Gage signed the check
while the man arranged the dishes and platters on the table,
putting the wine in iced buckets. Gage tipped him, sliding the do
not disturb sign on the door before closing it.
    Kate was already picking through the dishes,
filling a small plate.
    “I’m starving. I didn’t realize how hungry I
was until I saw this food.” She was eating a strawberry. “You did
good, Gage. All my favorites are here. They even have that dip for
the fruit I love.” Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him. He licked
his lips, tasting strawberries and Kate and the tart sweetness of
both.
    Gage poured them each a glass of wine and the
sat on the couch, nibbling on crackers and cheese, fruits and
cookies. Kate finally put her plate on the table and sat back.
    “Wow. That was amazing.” She turned to Gage.
“Thanks. I don’t remember when I last sat down to eat. You take
good care of me.”
    “Well, it’s good to see you relaxed for a
change. It’s been pretty hectic here for the last few days. We need
some down time.” He got off the couch, heading to the bedroom.
    “Hey, listen!” he called back over his
shoulder. “I started a song today.” He returned with his guitar and
a notepad.
    “Where’d you get the guitar?” Kate curled her
legs beneath her on the couch. Gage sat down on the other end,
cradling the guitar on his lap.
    “I called my manager back when I got here and
asked to have my stuff shipped. It finally arrived today. Most of
it was just dirty clothes and crap; I rarely take anything special
on tour, just in case. But I really wanted my guitar.” He strummed
it lightly.
    For the next few minutes, Gage sang for Kate.
He realized he’d never done that before, just sang for one person.
When he was finished he looked up, feeling a little nervous and
shy. I haven’t been nervous in front of anyone in years.
    “Gage, it’s beautiful.” Kate’s eyes were
shining. “It’s so hopeful and romantic.”
    “I thought of you while I was writing it. It
came to me this morning, after you left. And it pretty much wrote
itself after that.”
    Kate leaned across the space between them,
kissing him lightly. “I love it. And I love you.”
    Gage leaned the guitar against the couch,
pulling Kate onto his lap. “I love you too, even if you’re
unemployed.” He ducked as she swatted at his head, grabbing her
wrist.
    She relaxed instantly and he kissed her
fingers, slowly, one at a time, finally drawing her index finger
slowly into his mouth. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he sucked
it gently, tasting salt from the crackers, the sweetness from the
fruit.
    Gage leaned forward, pulling Kate toward him,
kissing her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Kate wound her
arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her.
    They spent the rest of the afternoon slowly
undressing each other, moving from couch to chair to bed and back
to couch, touching, kissing each other, licking and sucking breasts
and cock. Gage fed Kate strawberries, finding the fruit dip and
coating her nipples, licking the sweet sticky liquid from her
breasts.
    As the afternoon slid to evening, Gage lit
candles in the bedroom and they ate again, sitting cross-legged in
the

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