Hidden in the Stars (Falling Stars #2) by Sadie Grubor

container of peanut butter and a knife, I sit back. His eyes feel like invisible hands running over my skin—touching, undressing.
    Avoiding his gaze, I nervously slather half the bagel in peanut butter, getting it all over the fingers of my right hand. I put a finger in my mouth and suck, placing the bagel onto the table.
    His groan draws my attention away from my hand. He unfolds his long, lean body from the couch, stepping over the coffee table between us.
    I drop my finger from my mouth and press back into the chair. Mouth open, I stare up his towering form.
    "What's—?”
    The hot and gripping hold he takes on my knees silences me. We lock eyes as he jerks my legs apart. Licking his lips, he kneels between them.
    Clamping his long fingers around my wrist, he holds my right hand between us and leans forward. His tongue snakes out and around the peanut butter covered digits before sucking them into his mouth. His eyes drift closed and he moans. With each sweep of his tongue, my body rises higher, pressing closer until my nipples tingle with every breath he takes.
    Releasing my wrist, his hands slide to my hips, gripping hard. I moan and pull my fingers from between his lips, replacing them with my mouth. His lip ring digs into my flesh enticingly. It's intoxicating. Our tongues twist and slide, urging me on. Pushing my body flush against his, I run my saliva dampened fingers through his hair and grip tightly, sucking his tongue deeper. The sharp bite of his lip ring makes my thighs tingle. Jackson growls low and deep, yanking me to the edge of the chair by my hips.
    Forgetting the play-harder-to-get idea, the I-should-really-just-go thoughts, and shoving away the feeling of stupidity for following him tonight, I embrace my one night with hot as fuck rock star Jackson Shaw.
    Wrapping my left arm over his shoulder, I bunch the cotton material on his back in my hand.
    He grinds a deliciously frustrating rhythm between my legs, but I need more. Tilting my hips, I slip from the chair into his lap.
    Jackson's arms move around my back, one hand flattening, the tips of his fingers dipping inside the waistband of my jeans. With the other, he shoves at the unmoving chair. His mouth breaks from mine to release an irritated snarl. Keeping my arms around him, I drop my head back and take a moment to catch my breath.
    What am I doing? This is going to end—
    The chair flips onto its side and his mouth captures the skin between my neck and shoulder as both his arms wrap around me. Settling me onto the thick carpeted floor, his hips resume their incredible, torturous rhythm.
    His hands are everywhere all at once: my hips, waist, pulling my thighs higher, tracing my sides, skirting around my breasts. Arching my back, I want to be closer. I want more. I need everything.
    I claw my way down his body, fisting and bunching his shirt until I feel bare skin. At my touch, he rises above me, sitting on his heels and staring down. Keeping eye contact, he pulls the thin, white shirt over his head and tosses it away.
    I'm tempted to look away, to take in his heavily inked skin, but he keeps me prisoner in his burning gaze. His long fingers curl into the front of my jeans and work the button and zipper like a professional de-pantser.
    Lowering his body, he peels back the front of my pants. Air enters my lungs, but I can't catch my breath. My clit pulses, wanting everything he's silently promising.
    His lip ring is cool against my hot skin as his lips touch above the lace band of my panties.
    "Lace," he whispers, his breath scorching against my flesh.
    "Wh—?"
    The heat from his tongue against my skin makes speaking impossible. When he dips his tongue beneath the lace, all thoughts disappear.
    The denim pinches my skin as he grips the material at my hips and tugs. With each tug, my pussy throbs. Tug at hips, throb. Tug at thighs, throb. Tingles prickle across my skin when he bows down to touch his lips inside of my thigh. Tug at my knees,