Rock Star Ex Page 7

  “Why not pull my leg up near your face?” she suggested. “That might look good.”

  She took his free hand and ran it down the glorious length of her left leg, gently guiding his fingers to curl underneath her calf. His breath caught at the silky softness of her skin. He raised her leg until her shin was against his cheek, the sexy golden shoe above his head. Her leg moved easily, revealing her flexibility. The thought caused more blood to race down into his loins, stimulating a full erection.

  “That looks good, you guys,” Kate said as she clicked. “Give me more.”

  Eve was looking at him intently. It was for the camera, he guessed, but it turned him on. He moved his left hand up so that it rested just beneath her breast, and pushed up so that it looked even fuller. Her lips parted just the slightest bit, her eyes looked glazed, and he was inspired to kiss her leg. His lips and tongue worked their way down towards her knee. She gave the slightest shiver. It passed through to him, traveling deep into his gut, triggering his most primal thoughts…but he kept himself in check. Instead, he continued to nibble. Her skin tasted so good he gave her a little nip and heard her breaths suck in just the slightest bit. He almost forgot to flick his eyes towards the camera. Kate was snapping pictures almost continuously.

  Devon wondered if Eve remembered his touch. Remembered it as vividly as he remembered hers. She relaxed and let her head fall back in pleasure, bringing her breasts closer to his face. He remembered them clearly, as though it were yesterday. Remembered cupping the soft mounds in his hands and stroking the nipples with his thumbs.

  “Great, now let’s try another pose,” Kate said, snapping him back to the present.

  Eve rose smoothly from his lap and straddled him, one knee on either side of his legs, her breasts at eye level, then gently eased back to sit on his lap. His erection was rock-hard, but thank god his shirt covered it. His hands rose to the bare flesh of her back. The fingers of Eve’s right hand twined themselves into the hair at the base of his neck and she twisted her upper body towards Kate, so they were both looking into the camera. As she twisted, her belly and pelvis pressed firmly against his crotch and he thought he would come there on the spot.

  “How’s this?” Eve asked Kate.

  “Perfect. Very sexy,” Kate said, snapping more shots. “The way your fingers are clawed into her back is excellent, Devon.”

  Had he been clawing? Yup. Any more pressure and she’d have nail marks on her back. He loosened his grip. She moved again, pulling her hair to the side, as she turned back to face him. She leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck to him, and brought her other hand up to his hair as well. There was nothing more for him to do but press his lips to her soft, smooth neck.

  The light scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. She shifted a little closer in his lap, rubbing against his arousal. God. So sweet. She was driving him mad. How was she not feeling that? He pulled her more tightly against him, pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. He stifled a groan of pleasure and kneaded the flesh of her shoulder with his tongue. It had been too long since he’d been with her. Why had he ever let her go?

  “That’s great, you guys,” said Kate. “One more pose and we’re done.”

  It was going to kill him. But he didn’t want it to end.

  He had the hazy feeling that one of his fantasies had come to life. She was arching far back now, her belly firm against him and her head laid back and to the side in Kate’s direction, causing the peekaboo hole in her dress to gape widely. The sight of it and the feel of her were too much. There was no force on earth that could have stopped him as he ran his tongue along the exposed flesh. He licked and sucked the parts that he could reach just barely remembering to direct his eyes to the camera a couple of times. She gave no sign of protest.

  God, how he wanted to scoop her up right now and carry her to his bedroom. He shifted her weight so he could support her body with his right arm and his other hand went to cup her buttock. His fingers found that the hem of her skirt had ridden high.

  They were so close, and she had to be feeling the heat too. He decided to find out.

  He cupped her butt cheek low and his fingertips curled, ducking underneath the hem, and came to rest on the damp fabric of her panties. He wanted to cry with how sweet she felt. He felt like he would die if he didn’t explore the moisture with his fingertips. He moved them the slightest bit against her and she shuddered the smallest amount from deep within. He wished Kate to hell with her damn camera. If only a flaming pit would open beneath her feet and swallow her up, so he could do what he really wanted to do.

  “All right. That’s perfect, you guys. It’s a wrap,” Kate announced briskly.

  No.

  In one smooth motion Eve was off of him, pulling herself from his grasp and straightening her dress. She stood and looked down at him from her long, lean height. When he saw her face, he knew. He knew that she’d been playing with him.

  ****

  Eve woke late the next morning, in a sweat, and remained there with the covers pulled over her head as she regained her senses. She had the sinking feeling that her plan was backfiring. For most of the night she’d tossed and turned as, in her dream, Devon did delicious things to her body she hadn’t even known were possible.

  She flipped the covers off and stood up, trying to shake off the very real feelings from her erotic dream.

  Shower. A shower was what she needed. Extra cold.

  She shuffled into the bathroom and shut the door. Her clothes fell in a heap as she stripped them off. Turning on the shower, she stepped right away into the cold stream, gasping with the shock of it.

  Last night she had done what she could think of to tease him, but she hadn’t expected her own body to betray her. She could still feel his hardness between her legs. Feel his fingertips stroke the center of her heat … and she hadn’t wanted it to end.

  God! She’d thought she was over him.

  He left you, Eve. He left you. She repeated it to herself sternly. He deserves some payback.

  She’d been happy to give it. But the unexpected consequence had surprised her. Her body still lusted for him. And why wouldn’t it? She rationalized. He was extremely attractive. He had a killer body. It made sense. But she didn’t want to want him. Hadn’t she talked herself out of this a long time ago? She slid to the floor of the shower in frustration and let the stream of water run down her body.

  He was the typical musician. Just like all of the others. Her body was just responding in a natural way, that was all. She just had to be careful to keep her head. That’s all it would take. Mind over matter…mind over matter…

  She repeated the mantra to herself during lunch and then later as she prepared for the video session they would be filming in the hotel’s honeymoon suite.

  “Really? The honeymoon suite?” she said to Kate. “You couldn’t get something else?”

  Kate shrugged where she sat on the bed, pecking at the keys of her laptop. “The hotel manager said it was the best. You should have seen him. He was falling all over himself to accommodate us when I told him it was for an Arsenal music video.”

  Eve’s only response was to sigh noisily as she carefully stuck some false lashes on with a pair of tweezers.

  “It’s just a room, Eve. Don’t worry about it.”

  Although she’d claimed to have a weird superstitious feeling about using the honeymoon suite, it wasn’t really the room she was worried about. They were supposed to film some footage this afternoon, intimate footage, and she was wishing desperately for a reason not to do it.

  “Holy shit!” Kate said suddenly, holding the laptop in disbelief. “Come take a look at this. You won’t even believe it.”

  Eve walked over to the bed and peered down. Kate had the Arsenal Facebook page open to the picture she’d posted last night of her and Devon. It was one of the last ones where he was licking her chest and cupping her buttock. Her head was off to the side, lips parted, eyelashes fanning her cheek. A mill
ion emotions lanced through her at hyper speed.

  “Do you see that?” Kate poked a finger at the screen.

  Eve leaned forward and squinted at the information below the picture. “No way!” There were over twenty-three thousand likes alone, and she didn’t even bother to count the shares and comments. “How long has it been up?”

  Kate looked at the corner of her laptop screen where the time was. “I posted it at about midnight, right after the session, so it’s been… a little over twelve hours.”

  “That has to be some kind of record.”

  There was silence for a moment and then they both laughed with the thrill of it. It was the most they’d ever gotten in their careers.

  “Damn straight it is,” Kate said.

  “Did you text Clayton?”

  “No, was I supposed to?”

  “No, it’s okay, I was. I’ll take care of it right now.” Eve grabbed her phone off of the dresser and started tapping at the screen.

  “Well, I can’t blame you if you were a little distracted and forgot,” Kate said slyly.

  Eve stopped typing and looked at her friend.

  “I almost had to take a cold shower myself.” She fanned herself dramatically and laughed.

  Eve smiled. “You have no idea. You’re welcome to take my place today.”

  “Are you kidding? He’s smoking hot and you are doing an awesome job. I swear he almost drooled on you.”

  “What are you talking about? He did drool on me!” If there was one thing about Kate, she could lighten any mood. She went back to the text he was writing to Clayton and tried to suppress a shiver as she remembered the firmness she’d straddled. Somehow the success of the photo made her feel better, more confident. She was just doing her job, or so she told herself, and she wasn’t done yet.

  Devon walked through the door of the honeymoon suite right on time. He looked cool and collected, Eve thought. Not what she’d expected after yesterday. He gave them both a friendly hello and curiously looked over the hotel robe she was wearing.

  The suite they were in was huge, probably about fifteen hundred square feet, much larger than her place in Santa Monica. The hotel manager had called it a casita. The decorations were contemporary and the furniture had earthy accents. There was a fireplace in the living room along with a fifty-inch flat screen television. A full wet bar with granite countertops separated the living room from the dining room, which held a table and chairs large enough for six.

  Kate led them to the master bedroom where she’d already set up her lighting. A beautiful dark wood, four-poster bed dominated the space. It had a duvet and multiple pillows that she could tell were plush from across the room.

  “So, Devon, this is for the Can’t Sleep video, and the clips are supposed to represent flashbacks of the girl you are thinking about in the song,” Kate instructed him. “Basically, it’s one of those ‘nights you never forget’ type of things.”

  He nodded, his hands in his pockets. “Where do you want me?”

  “Go ahead and sit on the bed. We’re going to start with Kate walking in and taking off her robe. Then you guys will just naturally take it from there. It’s a love scene so I’m sure you know what to do. We may have to shoot it a couple of times so I can get different angles but we’ll go all the way through each time.”

  He walked over to the bed, pulled the edge of the covers back, and sat. Eve took her mark at the door.

  “Is it okay to put on some music while we do this?” he asked.

  “Sure, we don’t need the sound,” Kate said, she switched on her camera and took the lens cap off. “Just remember, this is a music video so we can’t get too R-rated.”

  He pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed some buttons. Music started to play, a classic rock song. He placed it on the side table. “Okay.”

  Eve recognized the song. They’d simultaneously said they liked it when it had come on the car radio one time. It had been one of those moments of feeling like she had found her other half. Which couldn’t have been more wrong. She wondered if he even realized which song it was. She took off the thick hotel robe she had on and laid it on a side chair. The black silk robe she had underneath was light and short. She stepped into the high heels she’d set down next to the door and gathered her wits. Showtime.

  “Action, Eve,” Kate said and the light on the front of her camera turned green.

  She strolled slowly to the side of the bed, making sure her hips swayed gently, and stopped close to Devon. Giving him her most smoldering look, she untied the robe and let it slide to the floor. His eyes darkened to a royal blue and moved down over the simple black lace bustier and panties she had on. They continued down slowly, running along the length of her legs to the black platform heels on her feet.

  She lifted her hand to his arm and slid it up over the curve of his shoulder and along his collarbone to his cheek. His eyes rose to meet hers as he pulled her closer into his embrace. Their bodies bumped softly together. One of his hands lifted to toy with her hair, sending tingles to her scalp.

  His jaw was firm and sexy with just a hint of stubble, blue eyes fastened on her face, as he seemed to wait. It was time to step things up. She leaned slowly forward and kissed his full, firm lips. The spark from before flared up immediately but she ignored it and continued on, engaging his lips with hers in heated play. His hands ran over her back and shoulders: feeling, caressing. The sensation of them caused sinful tingles. Her other hand stole to his arm.

  He was being gentle, light, she noticed. So she turned up the heat even more. Using both hands she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. He didn’t resist. As soon as his hands were free he pulled her left leg up, so her knee rested on the bed, throwing her off balance. His other hand was on her back pulling her forward, so she had no choice but to follow. She balanced herself on his chest. His bare chest. The hard planes of muscle were covered with skin that was soft beneath her fingertips. She was paralyzed with awareness for a moment as her mind took in the feel of her body resting completely on top of his.

  “Keep going, Eve,” Kate said.

  Determined not to get distracted, Eve rose up to sit on top of him, pulling her knees up to support herself, and realized her mistake too late. His hand skimmed down her arms to her waist and then rested at the bend where her hip met her thigh. He pulled her firmly down on top of him as he thrust upward with his pelvis. The firm bulge in his pants took her breath away.

  “Good, now lean back, Eve, and show me some passion,” Kate said.

  God, oh god. That was the last thing she wanted to do but she couldn’t stop now. She arched backwards, setting her hands on either side of the bed, the motion causing her dampening crotch to press down on top of him. Her hair streamed backwards onto his legs. The camera clicked and flashed.

  Devon gently pulled her back to him with his hands, bringing her down so they were chest to chest, and kissed her deeply. His tongue moved smoothly between her parted lips to engage hers. She suppressed a moan. Then, in one quick motion, he rolled so that he was on top of her and between her legs.

  He pulled the covers over their midsection to hide it from the camera and smoothed the hair back from her face. The kisses he trailed down her cheek towards her ear were light and gentle but set fire to her skin. And then he thrust his pelvis forward into her as his tongue stroked her sensitive earlobe.

  She could hear his breathing come rapidly. “I want you, Eve,” he whispered softly, “And I know you want me.” He kissed her again before she could protest. He balanced on his right forearm and his left moved down, fingertips following the curve of her body all the way around the curve of her buttock. Her heart sped up and her hands clutched his waist. He was stroking her again, pressing against her heat through the material of her panties as he had yesterday. She thought she would die from the pleasure.

  Her head leaned back against the pillows and he trailed kisses on her neck. She closed her eyes and did her best not to moan
. When his fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear and made direct contact with her clitoris she jumped but he leaned into her, pressing her against the mattress with his chest, hiding it. The fingers of his right hand laced with her left and he pulled her arm over her head. He kissed her again while, beneath the covers, his finger probed and explored her velvety depths, causing her breathing to become shallow.

  And then, oh! He went there.

  His fingers were inside of her. It was too much. The feelings overwhelmed her. Eve had to fight back. Had to do something. She twisted her head away from his kiss and moved to work on his shoulder, nibbling and licking in exactly the right place as her right hand slid down his abs, enjoying every feel of them, and into the waistband of his pants. Her fingers made contact with the tip of his arousal and he sucked in a breath.

  “Cut,” Kate said. “That was great. Let’s take five and then do it again.”

  His eyes met hers in challenge. “Will you be ready to go again?”

  And then she knew that he was on to her. She could see it in his eyes, but she wasn’t about to back down.

  She nodded.

  ****

  He was insane with lust. It was the kind of fire that ice couldn’t even put out. After the first take they’d shot the scenes for the video two more times. The image of Eve in lingerie and the feel of her moist readiness on his fingertips burned into his mind. It flickered there demanding his attention. But he had to focus. It was almost time to go on stage.

  Shane and Drew tried to draw him into conversation but he wasn’t in the mood. He slouched in the cushy leather armchair of the dressing room and rested his head on the back of it.

  He found it fitting that Clayton had chosen Eve for the Can’t Sleep video. It was entirely about her. It was one of the first songs he’d written on the road at a time when he was homesick as hell and missing her.

  He’d actually left a party going on in their hotel room late one night to go and sit in the stairwell. Right in the middle of all the noise and chaos of drunken people he’d felt a deep and intense yearning that had driven him to be alone just so he could think of her. So he could remember the way she looked at him and the feel of her hand in his.