I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. I had plenty of sexual experience, but it wasn’t like me to be so forward. Then, after he’d assured me it was safe, I had simply followed my instincts, my intuition, had let my body take over and do what it wanted to do.

And it had wanted to kneel before Jett Draconis and suck his magnificent cock.

It was a surprise to me. I didn’t mind giving head, but it had never been my favorite thing to do during sex. Something inside me had taken over. I had wanted Jett’s cock in my mouth. I had wanted to please him. I had been compelled to kneel in front of him.

I had never swallowed before. I had never imagined wanting to.

But when I had felt Jett start to come, desire had flooded my mind. Desire had flooded me. Desire to taste him, to taste every part of him, to swallow whatever he chose to give me.

It had been the most intimate experience of my life.

And I wanted more.

He had softened a little after he had come, but as I gazed at him now, he was hardening.

Good, because I truly hoped we weren’t done.

“Heather,” he said, his voice husky.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. Didn’t give you a choice…”

I smiled. “It’s okay. I…enjoyed it.”

“Thank God,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Now, stand up.”

I obeyed, and he pulled the cotton tank over my head. I lifted my arms to help, and soon it was strewn over a chair.

He cupped my breasts. “As gorgeous as I remember.”

From when he’d caught me masturbating. But I wasn’t embarrassed, not even slightly. I sighed as he lightly stroked my nipples. They strained forward, and I yearned for his lips on them. But he went slowly, so achingly slowly. He skimmed his fingers and palms over the indentation of my waist, over my abdomen, and then up my arms and shoulders to my neck. He cupped my cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “You actually glow, Heather. As if there’s a fiery opal inside you, illuminating you. You’re dazzling.”

My mouth dropped open, but I didn’t know why I was surprised. The man was an artist. Not just a musician but a poet. He wrote most of his own lyrics.

Suddenly, the most important thing in my world became lighting up for him, giving him everything inside me that I could possibly give. Would I get the same in return?

Didn’t matter.

This was for me. Not for him or anyone else. This was my choice, and I was prepared to live with the consequences.

Come on, Heather. You’re hoping he’ll fall in love with you.

Perhaps part of me was, but my rational mind knew better. Jett Draconis was a rock star, a celebrity of mega proportions. I was a failing screenwriter who was pretty and had a nice body, but I couldn’t compete in a beauty contest with the woman I’d found in his bed earlier.

I had to be okay with that.

I was.

Or at least I’d try to be.

One thing was certain—I wasn’t missing this opportunity. Something in Jett Draconis called to me, made me want to give everything. Things I’d never given before.

No man had ever had such an effect on me.

I feared no man ever would again.

But I banished that fear from my head. Today, I would let my body take the lead.

Jett lowered his head and kissed one of my nipples. I nearly shattered at the wild sensation. Not just his full, firm lips on my sensitive flesh, but his long hair tickling my shoulders and upper breasts.

Long hair on a man was so sexy. But hell, Jett would be sexy without any hair at all.

He trailed those long, thick fingers down my arms to my waistline and began working on my jeans. I was already wet. I could feel it. His warm hands on my flesh made me tingle all over. He was still kissing my nipple, going slowly. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling at him to take it between his lips. To chew on it.

Once he got my jeans unzipped, he thrust his hand inside my panties.

Then he did suck on my nipple, but when I felt his fingers glide through my folds, he dropped the nipple with a soft pop.

“My God, you’re soaked.” He breathed against my flesh. “Fuck, baby.”

I let out a slow moan. Images conjured in my head of the two of us joined together on his bed. How I wanted him. Then his fingers grazed my clit.

I nearly imploded on the spot.

I wanted his hands everywhere, his mouth everywhere, tantalizing me, torturing me. Too many clothes. My tank was gone, but my jeans were still around my hips. I pulled away, though removing his fingers from my pussy was pure torture.

I flipped off my sandals and shimmied out of my jeans and panties until I stood before him, naked as the day I was born.

His hazel eyes were wide and smoldering. His jeans were pulled down to his thighs, but other than that he was still fully clothed.

I took his hand. “Please. Just take me to your bed.”

He yanked up his pants without snapping them, lifted me in his arms, and walked through the sitting area over to his bed. Thankfully it had been made, and the sheets were different from the ones I had seen earlier with another woman’s limbs tangled in them.

He set me down gently, more gently than I had expected, and then gazed at me.

My body flushed with warmth. I looked down, and the top of my breasts were rosy pink. My nipples stood straight out, ready and willing, wanting more of his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Everything. I wanted everything this man could give me. For once, I would know what it felt like to be worshiped by a man who was as beautiful as a god.

Slowly he began to undress. First he took off his black boots—motorcycle boots that he had been wearing on stage. Then he unbuttoned his jeans, also black. The men of Emerald Phoenix never wore the tight clothes many other rockers wore. They wore boots, jeans, and either tank tops or T-shirts. And they were all the sexier for it.

Jett wore a black T-shirt, no logo. When he’d disposed of his boots, he pulled the shirt over his head.

God, his chest. Just the right amount of hair to make him masculine but not furry. Perfectly formed reddish nipples, already erect, a six pack, and that beautiful V that led to the wonderful cock I’d already seen…and would see again in mere seconds.

He pushed his black jeans and boxers over what turned out to be perfectly muscled hips and thighs. Soon those garments joined his boots and T-shirt on the floor.

My mouth dropped open.

As beautiful as Jett was fully clothed, naked he was… What was the word he’d used for me?

Dazzling.

Jett Draconis was dazzling.

He threaded his fingers through his long hair, whisking it out of his eyes. “Let me look at you, Heather. I just want to look at you. Take in your beauty.”

I couldn’t help a sigh. It escaped my lips before I even knew it. My nipples strained forward, aching for him.

“Please, Jett.”

“I will. I’ll give you everything you want. In a minute. But I haven’t had my fill of just looking at you yet.”

Was he like this with every woman he bedded? Most likely these were all lines, tried-and-true, that he had used many times before.

The thing of it was? I didn’t care. It didn’t matter to me in this moment whether he had used those lines a thousand times before. Because the way he looked at me, the low rasp of his voice, the way his huge cock was straining forward, I could imagine he was uttering those words for the very first time.

My arousal wafted toward me, that scent of apples and musk. The smell of my sex.

Finally, Jett lowered himself onto the bed. He held himself above me, our lips mere inches apart. I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss.

His kiss never came.

At least not to my mouth.

Moist lips clamped around my clit, and his rough tongue scorched across my pussy folds.

I lifted my hips, straining for more.

But Jett Draconis was a tease. He licked my clit, licked my pussy lips, delved even lower and licked the crease of my ass. He went back and forth to each spot, and just as I was getting really turned on, he left and teased me somewhere else.

“My God,” I moaned. “Please.”

With that, he sucked my labia into his mouth and tugged. I thrashed my head to each side, lifting my hips farther. Then his lips clamped around my swollen clit, and he sucked.

I was on the edge, tingles racing across my skin, diving inside me, and hurling themselves toward my core.

When he thrust one of his thick fingers inside me…I shattered.

The orgasm was quick and catapulted me into oblivion. I moaned, saying his name over and over. “Jett. Jett. Jett.”

“That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

My slick channel stretched, and I realized he had added another one of his long, thick fingers. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feelings he was evoking in my body.

“You smell so good, baby. You taste so good. So fucking sweet.” He licked my clit some more, sucking it, tugging on it, and I flew into another climax.

I grasped at his bedsheets, my fists full of the silky fabric.

From somewhere, his deep voice echoed, “Got to have you. Need to be inside you.”

A rip of a condom wrapper. Then—

I was full, so full. His cock filling up every empty place in my body that I had ever known.

I hadn’t known I felt so empty until he filled me.

A deep, low, long groan emerged from his throat. And then my name.

“Heather. God, Heather.”

Not sweetheart. Not baby.

Heather.

I opened my eyes and gazed into his. They had darkened into a nutty brown, and they looked into mine with something I hadn’t seen before.

Lust was there, yes. But so was something else.

Almost like… reverence.

“Heather. My God. It feels so good to be inside you.”

I opened my mouth to return his words, but all that came out was a soft sigh.

I wanted to tell him how much he was filling the emptiness in my soul, emptiness I never knew was there. I knew this was a one-time thing, and I couldn’t say those words.

But I could show him. I grasped his head, sinking my fingers into his gorgeous locks, and pulled him toward me until his lips touched mine. The kiss was electric this time, and the taste of my own musk on his tongue made it even more so. I ravished his mouth and dueled with his tongue as our lips slid against each other’s in a kiss that rocked my world.

All the while he plunged in and out of me, his cock stretching me in exquisite pleasure. To be so full, so full of everything that had once been lacking in my life…

He ripped his mouth away and inhaled. “God, baby. Your kisses. Your pussy. Everything about you.” And then he crushed his lips to mine once more.

Another spark-filled kiss. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue, of his lips, of his cock thrusting into me, filling me.

If only it wouldn’t end…

But when he thrust into me one last time with a growl, I knew he had emptied himself into me.

We lay there for a moment, still joined.

And for one instant, I wished we could stay that way forever.