“So am I.”
He guns the engine and suddenly we’re flying around the curve of the hotel exit and onto the mountain road, my body surging back into my seat before I can express another warning.
“Woo-hoo!”He hollers, a fist punching into the air through his open window.“This baby is smooth!”
The pure joy of his expression makes it impossible for me to be even a little bit angry at him.
“I don’t think I’ve driven a car in over five months.”He swings his gaze to me for a brief second, before looking back at the road.“This freedom feels fucking amazing.”
He’s cruising at a pretty high speed, but he has complete control of the vehicle, every corner we take, smooth and tight, my nerves, surprisingly calm.It’s such a simple thing to let him drive, but one that obviously makes him utterly happy.
“Do you have a car at home?”I wonder out loud.
“A couple.”He nods.“And a motorcycle, a Harley.”He gives me another quick glance as he continues.“Our last break was from November until April, and I didn’t do much driving then.Most of our time home was spent in the studio at my place, and if we did go somewhere, we were usually chauffeured.”
“You have a studio in your house?”My brow shooting up as I’m reminded once again that I’m spending the day with an actual freaking rockstar.
“Yeah.”He confirms.“When I had the place built, it was the one thing I made sure I had.Makes it so much easier when we’re not out on tour.”
“Where do you live?”I’m genuinely curious to know where a rock god might choose to build a house.
“You sure this isn’t breaking rule number one?”One side of his mouth quirking up.
“I’m not asking for your address, so I think we’re good.”I state matter-of-factly.
“I like how you get to modify the rules to your liking.”He admonishes with a chuckle.“But I don’t mind telling you, so it doesn’t matter.I live just west of Chicago, in a suburb called Oak Park.It’s where me and all the guys are from.”
“I love that you still live in the town where you grew up.I would have thought you’d want to be in a big city.”
“Nope.”He shakes his head.“Like my town.Like being near my family.When I’m actually able to be home.Like that I’m left alone most of the time, cause most people know me from when I was just a little punk running around the village.”
I’m about to ask about his family, but pause when he reaches for the volume on the radio and cranks it all the way up.“I love this song!”He shouts and then starts singing along, word for word, not missing a beat.
It takes a minute before I recognize the song, because it’s not being sung by the original band, Kiss, and it’s a little slower in tempo as well.
When the chorus comes on, Luc turns his head and stares at me as he sings, “I was made for lovin' you, baby.You were made for lovin' me.And I can't get enough of you, baby.Can you get enough of me?”
He looks and sounds so goddamn sexy that my heart does several back flips as heat rushes to all the places in my body I’d like him to be touching.Right.Damn.Now.
“Pull the car over.”I demand, not ask.
He swerves immediately to the side of the road, throwing the car in park, eyes wide as he turns to me.“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, my lower lip clenched between my teeth as I release my seat belt then surge in one motion to straddle him.
“Move the seat back.”I order, my fingers shoving his hat off his head before tangling in his hair.
His brows shoot up, but he complies, the seat sliding back in one quick jerk, my center settling perfectly against his now hardening length, my mouth locking onto his.His hands grip around my waist, tighten, and yank me even tighter to his groin.
“We doing this right here?”He growls against my mouth as I rock my core against him.
“Right here.”I nip his lower lip, then swipe my tongue over the bite.“Right now.”
“And here I was thinking I was the bad one.”His chest vibrates under me as he chuckles.His hands slide beneath my skirt and over my ass.“And this would have been so much easier if you had left these off.”
I rise up on my knees and bring one leg over to the other.“Take them off.”I breath out as I continue to ravage his mouth.My panties are off in less than three seconds, his jeans unbuttoned and shoved down to his thighs the next three seconds after that and a single after that, his cock plunges into me in one deep thrust.
“You’re my new favorite feeling, baby.”He groans, his head slamming back into the headrest, as I roll my hips back and forth.“Fucking hell.”
