After his meteoric rise to superstardom, Jim O'Brien is no longer a small-town boy who plays in bars and dreams of success. His handsome face is plastered on the covers of celebrity gossip magazines, and his voice alone is enough to make girls swoon...
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I splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom and gripped the edges of the sink, still reeling from what Ava did to me.
It wasn't about her touching me. At least, not entirely. She came to me and gave me support. She let me vent and turned the sad, sleepless night into the night I wouldn't be able to forget.
There was so much need in both of us I didn't know how to act. I wanted everything, taking her and making her mine, but couldn't cross that line yet.
Ava was waiting for me in bed, and I didn't want to waste more time. I dried my face with a towel and opened the door of the en-suite.
Ava was lying on her stomach, skimming through the recent notes I left on the margins of the manuscript of her book I almost finished reading.
My greedy eyes drank in the sight of her in nothing but a thin shirt and lace panties covering her bum, so absorbed in my comments she didn't realize I was in the bedroom.
Silently, I sat on the bed beside her and leaned forward until my lips touched the back of her neck.
I placed a kiss there and then one more. Opening my mouth, I dragged it over the tender skin, moving toward Ava's slim shoulder.
"Jimmy," she breathed out. Her attention wasn't on the book anymore — I was the one who had all of it.
Ava gathered the pages and left them on the nightstand. She tried to turn over to face me, but I gently pressed a palm to her back. "No."
My hand moved along Ava's spine. Her warmth seeped through the fabric, and that alone was enough to make me crave more.
She trembled when my fingertips grazed the bare skin on her waist. I caressed the delicate curve with a featherlike touch, moving my fingers in rhythm with Ava's quickened breaths.
I lifted the tee she wore and bent my head down to lay kisses on every spot I'd touched. I started with her shoulder blade and licked a path down to her lower back.
The pillow muffled Ava's moan, but I heard it, anyway, and focused my attention on her waist, kissing and nipping on her flesh.
I had no intention of stopping there. What I wanted was lower — hidden from me under the see-through lace.
I tugged at the fabric with my teeth, making it move an inch and then more, exposing Ava's bum to me.
She turned her head on the pillow. I caught her expression — curiosity, excitement, and her shyness that drove me wild.
I paused, looking at her with the unspoken question in my eyes, waiting for her to stop me. She didn't.
Slowly, I tugged the thin material down, baring Ava to me completely. Having gotten rid of the lace, I didn't waste time kissing her soft skin, from the curve of her ass to the back of her legs.
