SOUNDCRUSH EXPLICIT

EPIC Chapter 50 Rock Stars Rock Your World --Explicit

Kat

No sooner are we in the front door, than Trace hoists me up, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist. I gasp a little, surprised at his strength. He tilts his chin up, lunging for my lips. I give them freely. Our mouths are warring with each other, both claiming victory.

I'm vaguely aware of an airy two-story foyer and a spiraling staircase wrapped in iron railing, but Trace doesn't go up. He strides through the dining room, which is all matching gray pieces and modern glass table, and veers to the left past a kitchen. I glimpse grayed walnut cabinetry, light marble counters and a round kitchen table with chairs upholstered in black and white chevron. Beyond that I see into the great room, and the famous couch where Trace and Ashlynn fell asleep.

It's purple. I didn't expect that. Actually seeing it doesn't wound me like it thought it would. It's just a couch. Looks pretty comfortable. Goes really well with all the grayed wood furniture and dark walnut floors.

"Nice...house..." I mumble around his tongue.

"Decorator," he pants back.

We are in his master suite now. It's not like I pictured it, but it suits a rock star. Dark gray walls with some kind of treatment that makes them look veined with platinum. Crystalline lights mimicing coral span from floor to ceiling on either side of the bed. Dark tiled floor, but my feet have yet to touch it, because Trace is still wearing me. In front of the wall of windows that overlook his pool and massive patio, there are some expensive minimal chairs and table.

Trace's attention is on me, but my attention is on the bed. If I'm only going to see it once, I want to remember the bed in which I give my virginity to the boy I have always loved.

Dark leather headboard. Grey pillows and a giant fur throw scattered across it. But the coverlet is the brightest, fluffiest, whitest bed covering I've ever seen.

"You might want to take that off, or you might have to throw it out," I whisper in his ear, pointing to the white comforter. Trace catches my meaning at once and smiles darkly. He carries me over and sits me down on the bed, easing down beside me, nibbling my ear.

"No way, baby. If you bleed on this, I'll have it framed. It will be my favorite piece of art," he whispers.

"You're really a freak, aren't you," I whisper back, my hands exploring his hard chest.

"No. I just never wanted anything in my whole life like I want you right now. This is the best day of my life so far, Katheryn." He rips his shirt off one handed. His gorgeous rock star hair gets messed up but looks even better than it did styled. I let out a shaky breath and run my hands across his lean but hard chest, and down the solid body I've been missing so much for more than a week.

"Actually, maybe I'm a freak too. I kind of like that idea. I don't mean framing it. But we could save a scrap...like a momento..." I feel shy, avoiding his gaze, as I run my hands over the comforter.

"I love that. We can both keep one. That way, we are always connected by this experience." He pulls me into his lap, easily, like I didn't just propose something weird. "Mmmm, baby, I can't tell you how good you smell to me," he says casually, breathing against my skin. "I have missed you so much."

"I missed you, too." I tell him. "We were only together again for three days but—"

"It already felt like a lifetime. I know." He murmurs. "It's because we are right." He kisses me tenderly, almost lazily, his tongue sweeping gently against mine. "This is so right, do you feel that?"

"Yeah."

"I want you naked, Kitty," he says, pulling me lightly to my feet again. He holds my hands out, and lets then drop as he circles behind me, his fingers finding the zipper of my romper and dropping it easily to the floor. There's nothing underneath but a thong, and he slides it off just as easily. and Trace groans as he palms my bare ass. Then he steps around me and looks me slowly up and down. I don't feel shy at all—it is the second time he's seen me naked.