Mr. Rockstar (6 page)

She rolled her eyes at him.
“Come on, let me get a look at your cheek.” She walked to her bathroom. It was a disaster area after the dinner and wedding, but she didn’t care. If he survived Preston at his most obnoxious, he’d survive sitting in a bathroom filled with makeup and moisturizer. “Sit,” she said, pointing to her closed toilet.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it from the hook on the back of her door.
“I’m fine.”

“
I just want to make sure it won’t get infected,” she said, unnerved by how he seemed to dominate her bathroom. She had flowers on the sink in a vase and fluffy pink towels and Marvin was tall, muscular, and very masculine against all the pastels. He flashed her a smile and sat down, unbuttoning his cuffs. The tattoo on his left arm peeked out as he moved, reminding Isabelle that he wasn’t just Marvin. He was also Vin, famous rocker. Bad boy. Suddenly, she felt like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

He didn
’t seem to notice her fascination with his skin as he casually shoved his sleeves up his arms. His tie was already loosened, but he pulled the knot out and undid another button. Isabelle stared for a moment, mesmerized by the soft-looking hair peeking through the open top of his shirt. His arm was exposed enough now that she could see his mourning doves tattoo up close. Their sad eyes stared out at her and she shook herself a little, trying to break the spell his physical presence had cast over her.

“
Okay, I’m ready,” he said, voice low and sexy and a little bit amused.

Isabelle opened the medicine cabinet.
“Yes. Okay.” She pulled out some gauze and disinfectant. “This may sting a little.” She wet the gauze and brought it to his cheek, blotting at the cut. It was mostly clean, thankfully. He didn’t wince when she patted his skin. Instead, his green eyes stared at her, the pupils dark and mysterious. Her hand began to tremble. The heat from his body made the hair on her arms stand up.

“
Belle,” he said. “I’m fine.” He cupped a hand around her wrist delicately, the thumb rubbing gently along her pulse point. “It’s okay.”

And just like that, all the feelings she
’d been so desperately suppressing for the past day roared up, like someone had just turned up the volume on the radio. His finger on her wrist made her hyper-aware of him: his size, his strength, his virility as he sat in her girly bathroom without complaint. Her face went hot and she dropped the gauze to the floor. Even with the bruise and cut on his face, he was gorgeous.

“
This is crazy,” she whispered as he tugged her down. She tumbled onto his lap, wedged between the tub and the sink, legs akimbo.

“
I don’t care,” he murmured against her mouth.

She kissed him, unable to stop herself. He smelled like antiseptic and himself, a potent combination that made no sense. He tugged more strongly and she fell against his chest, magenta tulle foaming around them both. He kissed her and she let him, hopeless to resist when his hands slid up her back and splayed across her bare shoulders.

“Belle, you have the most perfect name,” he said, nipping her collarbone.

She shivered.
“You’re crazy.”

He chuckled.
“If I’m crazy, so are you.”

She pulled back, confused, but then he very deliberately slid his hands around the front of her dress and dipped the tips of his fingers into her bodice, teasing. It wasn
’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“
Let me make love to you,” he said, hands moving, but never where she wanted them to go. Her breasts ached.

She bit her lip, breathing faster. The corner of the bathroom vanity was cutting into her arm and her legs were cramped as they tried to fit into the small space.
Was she really considering this?
You don’t have to marry the guy
, a little voice inside her head said. Marvin kissed her shoulder, smiling coaxingly at her.

“Okay,” she finally said, not sure if she was entirely sane anymore. Arousal and need had taken over her body. She realized she’d felt this way since the beginning, when he’d first appeared on her doorstep yesterday afternoon.
Was it only yesterday that I met him for the first time?
It seemed like much longer than that. She’d denied her feelings, not wanting to admit her attraction to him. Now that she’d gotten to know him a little, it was impossible to ignore.

“
Okay,” he said back to her, smiling. To her dismay, he took his hands out of her dress. Just when she was going to protest, he slid them snugly under her ass and stood up, lifting her with no apparent trouble.

“
Oh my God, Marvin! You’re going to hurt yourself,” she cried, hands wrapping around his shoulders. The muscles under her palms bulged, his thin shirt no barrier.

He laughed.
“You’re not nearly large enough to give me trouble.” He walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. She did as he asked, heart pounding when the position pulled her dress up her thighs.

I shouldn
’t be doing this,
she told herself as he walked, the excess fabric of her dress bunching up between them.
He’s going back to L.A. tomorrow.
She didn’t let go, however.
I want this
, she admitted when he kissed her again, somewhat shocked at herself.
I want him.
The light near the window lit the bedroom with a soft glow, somewhat disguising the clothes strewn all over the place. Marvin pulled back from her mouth and glanced around, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She blushed, squirming against him, then froze when his erection slotted right up against her pussy.
“I didn’t have time to clean up,” she muttered, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His cock pressed right against her clit. Every time he shifted his weight, it shoved against her deliciously. She tried to keep still, but couldn’t. He felt so freaking good.

He tilted his face toward her, still seemingly unperturbed to be holding her in midair, and kissed under her ear.
“I don’t give a shit about your room.”

She sucked in a breath when he closed his teeth around her earlobe.
“God, Marvin,” she began, and then he kissed her again, all hot tongue and teeth. She couldn’t do a damn thing except hold on.

“
Belle, let me in,” he said, lips moving on hers. He breathed against her cheek.

She lifted her mouth away and threaded her fingers in his hair.
“What are you talking about?”

He kissed her again, walking backwards until her ass hit the low dresser with the mirror
, rattling it against the wall. He sat her down on the heap of clothes tossed on the top, angling his hips just right to make her cry out. She threw her head back as he ground into her, all heat and hard muscle. Jesus, he was strong.

“
Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, fingers sliding up the back of her dress, along her spine. Deftly, he unhooked it and slid the zipper down. The front gaped down, exposing her breasts. She’d skipped wearing the bra since there was so much boning in the bodice. Marvin looked down, eyes hot. “Fuck,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.

Isabelle swallowed hard at the
expression on his face. She wasn’t skinny, but he didn’t seem to care. He slowly eased the dress forward, cupping his hands over her. He paused.

She licked her lips. His fingers were dark against the pale skin of her breasts.
“Don’t stop now.”

His nostrils flared.
“Oh, believe me, I’m not,” he said, thumbing over her nipples.

She jerked as he teased her, sparks going from her boobs to her clit. Someone moaned and when she realized it was her, she brought her hands up and covered her face.

“No hiding,” he said, pulling her arms down. His face was taut with some strong emotion she couldn’t read. Before she could say anything, he bent down. “Sweet, sweet Belle,” he said, sucking the tip of her nipple into her mouth.

She moaned again, looking at his lips closing around her body.
This is really happening,
she told herself. His fingers lifted her breast, and then his other hand slid up her skirt to rub along the fabric of her panties.

“
Let me in,” he said again, suddenly going to his knees. She trembled, shocked, and almost slipped off the dresser, but he steadied her, hands on her thighs. He brought her legs forward, onto his shoulders. She wondered if he could smell her arousal. She knew she was wet, she could feel it. She’d never been so aroused with a man before. Not ever.

“
How much do you care about this dress?” he asked unexpectedly.

She stared at him, not understanding. He cocked his head, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a
pocketknife. What the hell? He carried a knife around with him? She tried to pull back, but he wrapped his free arm around her knee. “Shh, trust me.”

“
Marvin, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded breathy, not at all like herself.

“
Hold still,” he said, flicking out the blade. It gleamed sharply, and then he put the dull edge against her thigh and pulled the fabric of her skirt over it. The hem parted, and he stuck the knife in his teeth and closed his fists around her skirt.

Isabelle was so turned on and confused, she couldn
’t move, even if she wanted to. When the muscles in his arms bulged and he ripped her skirt in half, she gasped. “God.” Magenta fabric collapsed everywhere, spilling across her legs and his arms.

He grinned up at her.
“You okay?” His thumb caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. As she struggled to reply, he breathed deep.

Oh
my God, he definitely knows how much I want him
, she thought, finally nodding unsteadily. For some reason, she’d lost her embarrassment. Right now, in this moment, she was all need and heat and desperation. She closed her hands over the edge of the dresser, hanging on for dear life. He set the blade against the tough seaming at the waist of her dress.

“
Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes gleamed.

She bit her lip, amazed at the way his destruction of her dress made her want more. More heat. More shredded fabric. More of him.
“Do it,” she said shakily, eyes fixing on his bruised cheekbone.

He jerked the blade up, cutting through the tough waistband. When he reached the boning, he angled the blade upward and split the satin lining. Setting the knife aside, he ripped again and the dress came apart. Isabelle was breathing like she
’d just run up a mountain, breasts heaving, trembling fingers, everything. Her skin was on fire. She needed something. Anything. She ached, but Marvin went inexplicably still as his eyes raked down her bare torso.

“
Christ, you’re beautiful,” he said, voice wrecked.

“
Touch me,” Isabelle begged. She tightened her legs around him, drawing him in.

He kissed her thigh, stubble rasping her skin.
“Hang on.”

She shook her head, not wanting to wait anymore, but he picked up the knife again. He leaned back, running the tip down her skin.

“Marvin,” she breathed, half scared, half dying.

He smiled and set the tip against her panties, right over her clit.
“Do you trust me?”

She gripped the dresser, trying to figure out what he was really asking. Did she trust him? She
’d just met him.
But he’s Ian’s friend. And he’s treated me better in the past two days than any guy I’ve ever dated.
She considered his words and nodded. “I do.”

His eyes went darker.
“Good.” He pressed the knife’s point just a tiny bit harder against her clit and she shivered.

She was so damn close
to orgasm, just from this. If he pushed a little harder…

He eased up, then ran the tip up and down the swollen bud, teasing. Tormenting her.

“More, please. Oh God,” she bit out, trying to hold still. She knew that if she did anything unpredictable, the knife would cut through the flimsy fabric.

“
Don’t move,” he murmured, kissing her leg again. He drew circles around her most private place. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She understood the words he didn
’t say. “Me neither,” she stuttered. And she could barely believe she was doing it now.
She looked down her body. Marvin concentrated on the knife, circling, circling… Driving her insane.

He kissed her again, even closer to her pussy.
“The knife is very sharp.”

She could see that. She let her hips roll just a tiny bit.

He jerked the knife away. “Hold still,” he said, voice low and hard. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“
Marvin—” she gasped, but just then he brought the knife to her breast. Her nipple trembled. The point pricked at her.

“
Shhh,” he said, kissing her pussy. His breath warmed her through her panties, making her crazy.