***

I do up my buckle and sneak a look at Jett. He’s watching, though, and catches me, sending a huge grin as he does. I shake my head and grin back at him. Ever since I met him in the lobby hours ago, he’s been flirting with me. It’s been the best three hours of my life in a long time.

He moves his face to mine and whispers, “I’m not a member of the mile high club yet, sweetheart. You want to initiate me?”

Desire is almost exploding out of me after all his flirting, and his request threatens to send me over the edge. I don’t want to date another rock star, but I won’t say no to sleeping with this one. I place my hand on his leg and begin tracing a pattern on the inside of it, knowing full well the effect this will have. When he sucks in a breath, I know I’ve achieved my goal. “No, I can wait till we get back to Brisbane. I need more room than that to do all the things I want to do.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

“A little,” I admit sweetly.

He removes my hand from his leg and places it back in my lap. “If you keep that shit up, my dick will embarrass all of us, baby.”

I try not to laugh but can’t contain it. “Really? A rock star who gets embarrassed about that kind of stuff?”

He groans. “Can we just forget I’m a rock star? And yes, my mother taught me better than that.”

I like his mother without even meeting her. “Mmmm... a rock star with manners. I like that.”

“Manners in public but none in the bedroom,” he promises, his warm breath against my ear.

I turn my head slightly to make eye contact. “I like that even better.”

“Yeah, you will.”

His voice has turned all growly and lust is blazing from every inch of his body. He’s turning me way the hell on, so in an effort to get us under control, I change the subject. “Why doesn’t your band have a private jet?” We weren’t mobbed at the airport, but the band did attract a lot of attention, and their security had to work hard to keep the crowd away.

“When we’re in the States, we travel that way, but we don’t really see the need in Australia.”

“So you’re bigger over there?”

He seems uncomfortable discussing this, and in a way, that impresses me. I like that he doesn’t want to talk about this, that he doesn’t want to talk himself up. “Yeah, we do have a lot of fans over there.”

“Fair enough.”

“I’ve got a question for you now. Why don’t you date rock stars?”

I shift in my chair and look down at my hands before looking back up at him. “I just don’t.”

“Yeah, but why? What do you have against us?”

“Jett, I don’t have anything against you personally, but I’m not interested in dating someone who is too busy with their work for me.”

“Well, you’re in luck then. I’m about to have plenty of time for dating.” He flashes me another smile. Jett’s smiles are irresistible. They make me want to forget my scars of hurt and let him in.

“How about we take it one step at a time.”

“I’m all for that, sweetheart. One date at a time.”

I lean into him. “I was thinking more like we finish what we started last night and go from there.”

“If you’re trying to get out of a date, it’s not going to work. First we fuck, and then I take you out for dinner. No ifs or buts.”

“You’re very demanding, aren’t you?”

“I get what I want, Presley, and I want a date with you.”

I know I’m not going to win this round. He’s just too damn persistent. So, I plaster a smile on my face and agree. “Okay, but you better perform, otherwise there’s no date.”

He laughs. “Performing is what I do best, beautiful.”

God help me.

***

I unlock my front door and pull Jett inside. His flirting on the plane and the drive here has been relentless, and I’m desperate to get our clothes off and have him inside me. He’s worked me into such a state, I don’t think he’ll actually have to do very much at all to give me an orgasm. His words alone are orgasm inducing.

We make it into my bedroom, clothes almost all discarded, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. His mouth descends onto mine and we lose ourselves in a kiss that tells each of us how much we’re wanted. He’s fucking me with his mouth, and I’m sure my pussy would reach out and grab hold of his dick if it could.

“I need you in me now, Jett.” I talk while kissing, so I’m not sure if he’ll understand what I’m saying, but he does.

He pushes his erection into me, and it’s a torturous bliss. Ending the kiss, he growls, “I fucking need that too, sweetheart.”

The only piece of clothing separating us is my panties, and he rips them off. Literally rips them in half. Then he picks me up and throws me on the bed. Feral desire flashes in his eyes as he climbs on top. He straddles me and holds out a condom. I have no idea when he got that, but I’m more than impressed we don’t have to fuck around any longer. If he doesn’t get his dick in me soon, I’m going to go crazy.

I take the condom and have it on him in record time. Shifting my gaze to his, I beg, “For the love of god, fuck me.”

He doesn’t say anything, just grunts his approval and positions his cock at my entrance. His lips smash down onto mine, and as his tongue enters my mouth, he thrusts inside.