Starfire (Erotic Romance) (Peaches Monroe) by Mimi Strong Read Free Book Online

giggling at?” he asked. “You’re drunk.” He pointed up to the posted regulations. “Look at that: Inebriated patrons will be escorted out. ”
    We reached the rink surface. Adrian proceeded to windmill his arms and, from a dead standstill, wipe out on his ass.
    People kept rollerskating in a circuit, paying us little attention. I helped him back up carefully. “You’re the drunk one,” I teased, slinging his arm over my shoulder.
    The music changed to an Abba song, and a few people skating the circuit cheered. Adrian considered this busy for the rink? We weren’t alone, but the place wasn’t exactly crowded, either. A dozen little kids were racing around as fast as their parents would let them, and another forty people were skating around at a more leisurely pace. A good portion were white-haired seniors, with big smiles on their faces.
    Adrian and I started skating, both of us a little rough at first, but getting into the flow. Soon we were skating along smoothly, holding hands like most of the other couples, and Adrian got cocky enough to drop my hand and skate ahead to do a spin for me. He actually pulled it off, causing me to say, “Not bad, Mr. Storm.”
    He came back to my side, put his arm across my shoulder, and used his free hand to tilt my chin toward him. He kissed me as we skated past the speakers. I kept my eyes open for balance, but he closed his, getting that dopey, sweet look guys get when they can’t believe they’re kissing someone.
    The lights dimmed, the music changed to a romantic folk rock song, and the small kids filed off the rink. Adrian kept kissing me, and our skating speed slowed and slowed.
    I noticed a very grown-up feeling I was having between my legs. Miss Kitty was purring.
    We came to a standstill near the gate we’d come in through. My purse was checked into a storage cubby back at the skate rental counter, but our shoes and leftover pasta boxes were sitting up in the bleachers.
    I pulled away from Adrian’s succulent lips and glanced up toward our pile of stuff, halfway up the bleachers and barely visible. “We could take a break and finish our dinner,” I said.
    He reached up and touched my ear. I’d forgotten I was wearing earrings. My earlobe pinched as he fiddled around with the earring, probably looking for the backing and not realizing they were clip-ons. The first one fell off into his hand, and he’d barely touched the other one when it did the same.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “We’re recreating lost teen experiences, aren’t we? Let’s go up into the dark bleachers for some good, old-fashioned necking.”
    “Necking! You sound so old-timey.”
    He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and ran his fingers down my neck, then along my throat to my collarbone.
    He murmured, “Your heart’s beating fast.”
    “From all the rollerskating,” I lied.
    “Nobody’s looking. Quick, let’s get on up there.”
    I pushed open the hip-height wooden door, freshly painted but dented from decades of hockey games. In the winter, rollerskating switched to ice skating and hockey games, and the arena would be packed every Saturday night with hockey fans and parents.
    We climbed up, stepping sideways so we didn’t murder ourselves on our roller skates. We grabbed our things and proceeded up higher and higher, until we were in darkness. I could barely see Adrian’s face, but I found his lips easily.
    We kissed, sitting next to each other on the flat wooden bleacher step. I took his lower lip in my mouth and felt carefully with my tongue for the tiny scar from his lip ring.
    He pressed his tongue hungrily into my mouth as one hand came across and landed on my bare knee.
    He moved his lips away from mine, and over to my ear. He took my earlobe in my mouth and gently sucked it, the way he had my thumb. My skin prickled all over, and I felt myself begin to glow with sweat.
    Moving down my neck, he licked and sucked and gently bit my skin until I was moaning. I