Risky Rockstar: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 55
“Do you want some swag?” She looks hesitant, and I don’t know what to say. “I feel kind of idiotic, offering you swag,” Lesley explains.
“She’d love all the swag,” Kade answers for me when he sees I’ve gone back to starstruck.
Lesley fills the bag with a signed lipstick shaped like a dildo, pins, and pens. She winks at Kade and reaches for some condoms. Looking from him to me, she grabs another handful. “Just in case you don’t have time to stop at a drugstore. The chemistry between the two of you is what I write about.”
It’s Kade’s turn to blush, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. My damn leggings are seriously soaked now.
We’re about to turn and leave when Lesley stops us. “Is it okay if I ask for an autograph?” She tugs a notebook out of her purse and looks sheepishly at us.
Oh my God, Lesley Peppers is asking me for an autograph.
“Of course.” My hands are shaking, and I hope I don’t muck up my own signature. “Dear…who should I make it out to?” I know Lesley Peppers isn’t her real name. She crooks her finger and whispers in my ear. I smile and write her real name in the book. I hand the notepad to Kade, and he signs his name under mine. I try not to get wrapped up with how good it looks to have our names next to each other’s.
Lesley looks at me. “Now that we’re on a first-name basis, we’re practically besties.”
I force myself not to say anything stupid.
Lesley frickin’ Peppers just said we were besties.
I nerd out completely. I am never again in my life going to take a fan’s freak-out for granted.
Chapter 26
Hayley
“So.” Kade shoots me a look from the corner of his eye. “That didn’t go too badly.”
I glare at him. We’re heading back to the tour bus after the book signing, and I’m currently stewing in mortification. “What the hell are you talking about? I told her she was responsive.”
The chuckle that ripples from Kade’s throat almost makes the humiliation worth it. Almost. I put my head in my hands and groan.
“Hey, look on the bright side. You probably gave her some great material for her next book.”
A blush stains my chest a blotchy red. “You’re not helping.”
He chuckles again. “I guess not.”
“I can’t believe you read a Lesley Peppers book. What do you really think?” Of course, he already told me what he thought at the signing—I just want to hear him talk about it again.
“Honestly, I can see the appeal. Her books are hilarious, ridiculously over-the-top, but in a way that kind of sucks you in. Under all that hilarity and smut is a whole lot of heart. I like her.”
I feel my lady parts start to respond to the “word porn.” There’s also the simple fact that the guy is sixteen types of hot and sinful. We pull up to a red light, and I don’t know what comes over me except I need to kiss Kade and I need to kiss him now. It’s dark out now, so no one can see, and I take full advantage of that. Unbuckling my seat belt, I move over to his side of the car to straddle him. It’s a tight fit, and the steering wheel digs into my back, but the look of surprise that flashes over Kade’s face is worth every bruise I’m going to have tomorrow.
My lips are on his, and I silently praise myself for my wardrobe choice this morning. Besides the comfort factor and despite the inconvenience of being wet in public, I’d say the light fabric against the rough material of his jeans is a total win.
Sweet baby saints, it feels good!
Kade angles his hips ever so slightly, and the pressure is sweet! My clit sings from the friction, and my tongue delves into his mouth. His hands cup my face, and he sweeps his tongue across mine in languid strokes. Kade doesn’t just kiss you with his mouth when he kisses, he kisses you with his soul. I know it sounds super cheesy, but it’s the truth. Every single part of him goes into every brush of his lips and every sweep of his tongue. He holds you like he’s holding something infinitely precious in his hands.
I feel him grow hard beneath me as his hands move from my face to my hips, and he pulls me tighter to him. That delicious ache forms in the bottom of my stomach and travels lower until it settles between my thighs. It’s heavenly torture. The groan that leaves his lips ignites my lady bits in ways I’ve only read about in my favorite romance novels.
The sound of a car horn interrupts my sex-fueled haze, and I startle. Kade’s arms come around me protectively, and his hand winds in my hair, but when he realizes there’s no threat, he releases me.
I slip off him, careful not to knee him in the junk as I scramble in a very unladylike fashion to my side of the car.
Kade adjusts his hard-on through his jeans and leans over to my side of the car. He stares into my eyes for long moments, then gently presses his lips to mine again. I feel his need through that one simple kiss, and although it’s gentle and sweet, his frustration is tangible. So is everyone else’s around us, it seems, because there’s a lot of honking going on. Kade smiles ruefully at me, then heads through the intersection.
“Kade?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s a Four Seasons two blocks away. I…uh…thought we could make good use of those condoms Lesley gave us.”
He flicks a glance over at me, his killer smirk in place. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
♫♫♫
Kade swipes the card and steps aside so I can enter the suite. He closes the door with an insane amount of control, but the moment the door latches, he reaches for me. Slamming my body against the wall,