Hard Freak

“Ready, kiddo?” she called.

I groaned. “I guess,” I called back.

Damn, I’d have to fix my hair and makeup before I headed out. I wasn’t going to face the rest of the team looking kiss-crushed.

“There’s no way we can get out of this, right?” I asked Crow. “We have to go onstage tonight?”

Even being onstage tonight paled beside the need to be touching him and kissing him and working my way around his body.

“Not unless we want to deal with Damo and Polly and thousands of angry fans.”

“Yeah, Damo and the angry fans I could deal with. If you take on Polly, it’s a deal.”

Crow shook his head. “When we get back, we can pick up right where we left off.” He marked an “X” on my neck with his finger. “That’s the exact spot where I left off.”

I quickly combed my hair.

“Meet me at the elevator before we go down,” he said.

I straightened myself up and threw some things in a bag. When I got to the elevator, Crow walked toward me. He held out his hand.

“I’d love for you to wear this tonight,” he said. It was the firecracker necklace. “I might not be good with words, but, Fay, I love you. Never, ever doubt that.”

Chapter 29

THAT NIGHT, AFTER THE show, we got right back to where we’d left off. Crow remembered exactly where he’d marked my neck. Those neck kisses sent the most delicious thrills through me. Then his kisses went lower and lower. I wanted to take off my t-shirt to give him access to more places to kiss, but I worried that that would be moving too fast.

But he grabbed the hem and raised that pesky fabric up so he could kiss my stomach. His beard tickled so much that I squirmed like crazy. His mouth covered every bit of my belly, and every kiss made me giggle.

“You’re not taking this seriously,” he said.

“It tickles too much.”

“I can stop.”

“No!”

He laughed at me. Damn it. I tried not to giggle, but I couldn’t control myself. Then he moved up to my boobs, and my giggling stopped. I unhooked my bra, and he stripped it off along with my t-shirt. Finally, we were getting somewhere.

It wasn’t just that things were moving faster, but that Crow didn’t hold back. He didn’t hold back with his kisses, and he didn’t hold back with his happiness, either. That happiness flooded through him and into me.

He slipped his hands behind my back as he took one of my nipples in his mouth. I definitely didn’t giggle while he did that. As his tongue flicked over the swollen bud, my moans became louder. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing to me, but I wanted him never to stop. That sucking made my entire body into one huge molten mess. I arched my back and entangled my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him close to me, his body rubbing against mine. I wasn’t going to let him stop anytime soon. Was he planning to stop? I couldn’t let him.

I pulled away. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”

He looked up at me, and the lust in his eyes almost burned me. Damn, asking him questions wasn’t a smart move. He had better things to do with that mouth than talk.

“I mean, you aren’t going to start this, then walk out on me?” I asked. “I don’t think I could stand that. I might well implode if you do.”

He propped himself up on one elbow and ran his other hand down my body until it settled between my legs. “Yeah, you might implode.”

Was he laughing at me?

“You can keep your hand there,” I said. “I’m pretty happy with that.”

He looked pretty happy too. Again, my jeans got in the way. Well, they did until he unzipped them and slipped them down over my hips. With a few wiggles, they were on the floor.

“Your panties are soaked,” he said.

“Then you’d better take them off me too,” I told him. I tickled my fingers over his arms. I loved touching those arms.

“Maybe.” His fingers ran over the sodden fabric. I arched my hips to him, wanting much more than that. He couldn’t keep teasing me like this. It was inhumane.

I thrust myself harder against him. God, I needed him. Did he have some kind of inhuman self-control, that he could tease me like this?