Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance by Adriana Hunter Page A

head.
    He dozed on the plane, drifting in and out of
restless sleep, playing over every moment he’d spent with Kate,
rehashing every conversation, looking for answers. But what brought
him to sudden wakefulness was the realization that he really didn’t
know how to find Kate Preston in New York.
     
    ***
     
    Kate dropped her purse on the floor of her
apartment, leaning back against the door. She sighed, pushing
herself upright. She’d gone straight to the airport after running
away from Gage, jumped on a flight out to New York, leaving behind
her newly bought wardrobe and many of her personal belongings. All
she carried of value was her tape recorder with the latest
interviews and the notes she’d made on tour. That’s all that
matters now, my job.
    The apartment had a dusty, disused smell. She
bent down, grabbed her bag and headed for her bedroom. Stripping
off her clothes, she debated crawling into bed, but turned for the
bathroom instead. At minimum, a shower would at least wash away the
exhaustion, and help her relax.
    She let the hot water pound against her
shoulders and neck, stream through her hair. The smell of her own
shampoo and soap was comforting as she washed her hair, soaping her
hands and running them down her arms, over her breasts and stomach,
over her legs. But nothing could wash away the feel of Gage’s hands
on her body, his mouth pressed against hers, licking, sucking…his
cock forced deep inside her, pounding her, filling her
completely.
    Kate jerked herself back to reality, shaking
her head. There was no sense in heading down those dangerous paths
in her mind. She rinsed herself under the stream of water, briefly
contemplating turning it to a cold shower. Grabbing for towels, she
wrapped one around her head and another around her body.
    Her bed was waiting. Kate pulled back the
covers, crawling beneath the cool clean linens. She pulled them
over her head, willing herself to go to sleep.
    But again, images of Gage invaded her mind.
As much as she wanted to forget the last month, fragments kept
popping up: watching him from the audience at the last concert,
seeing the sheer joy in his face as he sang to the crowd. The last
time they were together, after that same concert, the passion and
heat he ignited in her body, her very soul.
    And the last words Gage had said to her had
not been the ones she’d wanted to hear. She’d wanted something more
than he apparently was ready to offer. Every insecurity Kate ever
possessed rose up in her mind; her lack of confidence, her innate
shyness, her less than model thin frame.
    And her job: her vaunted journalism career,
currently hanging by a thread. This last assignment she’d been
given, the one that had brought Gage back into her life, was all
that was keeping her employed. The irony struck her hard. She’d
left Gage because he wouldn’t give up his dream to do something
real…something concrete. And she’d followed her dream and was a
failure.
    What did she really want from him? She wanted
to know she would be his, and his alone, that the endless groupies,
the beautiful, slender, gorgeous girls at the after parties, all
the trappings of the rock and roll lifestyle he’d become accustomed
to wouldn’t lure him away from her. And he’d never told her that he
loved her.
    Exhaustion finally overtook her mind and
body. But she’d no more than fallen into a heavy sleep when the
phone rang. She dragged her mind back from the depths, swearing
under her breath, kicking herself for not turning the damn thing
off.
    “Hello,” she mumbled into the receiver. She
squinted at the clock on the desk; it was just past noon.
    “Kate? This is Ursula. What the hell has
happened?” The anger in Ursula’s voice was like a slap in the face.
Kate was instantly awake.
    “Did you get the interviews from the tour?
Did you at least manage to do that?”
    “Yes, but…what…the story’s not due for
another week. Why are you yelling?” Shock replaced confusion;