California Dream by Kara Jorges Read Free Book Online Page B

world-famous rock star, was sitting in her living room with her furniture, photos, and books. It was possible he had ventured into other parts of her apartment and probably even noticed what a mess her bedroom was. She supposed it didn’t matter what her apartment looked like. The important thing was that Roddy O’Neill was in it. She still couldn’t quite believe her luck.
    Once again, her life seemed to have slipped the confines of reality. For the second time now, she wasn’t just Lee Miller, the dull library clerk who wore no-nonsense skirts and boring sweaters to work. With Roddy, she became a sexy, desirable woman capable of bringing the hero of millions back to her from thousands of miles away.
    Lee didn’t want to examine the reasons why Roddy had driven all the way from California to see her. She didn’t want to worry about where things were going. For now, she was living in the present, and she would continue to do so for as long as Roddy O’Neill was there. It wasn’t likely they would have a future of any kind, so she needed to enjoy what she had in hand.
    Annoyed that her thoughts had even gone down that road when she really should just be enjoying herself, Lee sternly shut off the shower and wiped water from her eyes. She flung back the shower curtain and reached blindly out to pluck her towel off the counter.
    It wasn’t there.
    Instead, Roddy was perched on the edge of the counter where the towel was supposed to be. Admiration for her wet, naked body gleamed in his eyes.
    Lee’s first impulse was to shriek and jump back into the tub with the shower curtain to cover her. She tamped down on it, though, and forced herself to smile boldly at him instead. This was Roddy O’Neill, a man who freely admitted he did whatever he pleased. Apparently, she pleased him a lot at the moment, and she couldn’t find it in herself to complain.
    “Nothing on TV?” she asked saucily as she stood there like having a rock star in her bathroom was an everyday thing.
    “It’s more interesting in here,” he murmured as he handed her the towel.
    She took it, careful not to appear too hasty, and applied it to her wet hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Roddy slipping out of his boots. She stilled and held the towel in front of her body.
    “I can get you another towel if you want a shower,” she suggested helpfully.
    “Don’t need one,” he said, kicking his boots aside and coming toward her in his socks, which were fast getting soaked with all the water Lee dripped onto the floor.
    He removed the towel from her suddenly uncertain fingers and flung it over his shoulder. Then he picked her up and carried her down the hall to her bedroom.
    “I took the liberty of finding out where all the important stuff is in this place,” he informed her while she caught her breath. “I hope you don’t mind.”
    Once in her bedroom, he set her on the bed, then pushed her gently onto her back. He kissed her once before rolling them over so she was on top of him.
    “Take my pants off,” he husked in her ear.
    Operating on sheer instinct, Lee fumbled with the laces that closed his pants while his hands roamed softly over her body. Once Roddy’s pants were loosened, he rolled back over so Lee was beneath him again. He rose onto his knees to tug his pants down and yanked his shirt over his head, then tossed it over his shoulder with the same carelessness he had shown Lee’s towel. Then he paused to simply stare at her.
    No words were necessary between them. There was only the hunger and need they had both denied for so many weeks. Frantic hands and ravenous mouths met heated skin as they gave and took. Their bodies seemed built solely for each other, like two parts of a whole that had been deprived of each other for far too long. They came together with a driving need that was almost violent.
    Afterwards, Roddy cradled her gently in his arms while he took deep, ragged breaths. If Lee wasn’t mistaken, he seemed just as