Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Emme Rollins Page B

touched my forehead. It was healing—the goose egg was almost gone—and my hair covered most of it now.
    “Are we heading down the lawsuit road again?” Rob rolled his eyes, tossing his baseball hat on the bench seat beside him and running a hand through the mess of his hair. Even with hat-head he was the sexiest man alive.
    I blushed, still embarrassed I’d said that. Twice.
    “Last night didn’t convince you how much I want you?” His expression was more smirk than smile and the look in his eyes made me remember everything—his hands, his mouth, the steel heat of him as he slipped inside of me…
    “Well… yeah…” I felt my cheeks growing even redder, but I had to ask. Something in me insisted on pursuing this line of questioning. “But… why?”
    “Why me?” he countered.
    I laughed, sputtering, “You—you’re Rob Burns!”
    “And you…” He lifted my hand, opening it, kissing each fingertip gently and then trailing his soft, sweet lips down to my palm, planting another kiss there. “Are Sabrina Taylor.”
    “I know, but…” I watched his mouth caress the inside of my wrist, feeling it instantly somewhere else, an aching throb between my thighs. “I’m nobody. I’m not famous. You didn’t even know who Sabrina Taylor was before last night.”
    “That’s okay.” He wasn’t just kissing my inner wrist now, he was licking it, using just the skilled tip of his tongue, reminding me just how good he was with it. “You didn’t know Rob Burns either.”
    “Touché.” I smiled, feeling the sensation all the way down to my pelvis and beyond. The man made my toes curl!
    “It’s true.” He gave me one last, long, lingering kiss on my inner wrist before letting me go. The waitress was coming with our fresh rolls and soup. “I don’t usually talk to people like this. Like we have today. When you’re famous, you kind of learn to keep things to yourself. But with you… I don’t know what it is about you. Those gorgeous green eyes. That little lopsided smile. The dimple you’ve got. Right. There.”
    It only appeared when I smiled and he reached over and touched his finger to it, briefly.
    “Or the way you lit up when you were singing with me last night, or how you got so jealous of that stupid waitress—”
    “I wasn’t—” I protested, but he just laughed.
    “Or how fucking hot you were when you got me up to dance with you.” He lowered his voice, the waitress drawing near. “I wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyone.”
    Oh. Emm. Gee.
    If I’d been looking for some sort of reassurance—and of course I had—I’d been thoroughly rewarded. That heat was in his eyes again as he looked at me, a slow burning smolder as he sat back, arms stretched out on either side of him while the waitress put down our food.
    “Thanks,” I murmured, hiding my flushed cheeks with a curtain of hair as I took a cooling sip of water. It was suddenly a thousand degrees in the little restaurant.
    “There isn’t just something about you.” When the waitress was gone, Rob leaned forward, tilting my chin up so I was forced to meet his hot, dark eyes. “It’s everything about you. I can’t get enough of it. I keep trying not to think about this day ending because I don’t want it ever to end.”
    I swallowed and nodded, blinking back silly, girlish tears.
    “Is that enough?” he whispered, thumbing away one of my tears in time, but the other dropped into my soup, adding salt. “To convince you?”
    “Yes.” I turned my head and pressed his hand to my cheek, kissing his palm this time.
    He tucked my hair behind my ear, a simple, sweet gesture that just made me want to cry more but I blinked them back, smiling at him, determined to make this the best, most amazing day ever, like we’d intended.
    “Let’s see what you think of my favorite soup.” I picked up a spoon, the scent of sweet spice reaching my nose, making my stomach grumble in protest.
    Rob ate his fresh roll first and I