“Sweet?”
She smiled. “That’s the part of me that got giddy because you attached heavy significance to this gorgeous bracelet and told me to wear it anyway.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?”
Yes, but she wasn’t quite prepared to blurt out her deepest feelings when she was pressed up against the wall of a men’s room. She turned her head the other way, and he inhaled the second fragrance she’d applied in the limo.
“I was right,” he said. “I did smell something sexy.”
“That’s the part of me that wants your hard cock pounding into me at this very moment.”
She held her breath as he unzipped his pants and then let the air out in a gasp of excitement as he shifted his hips and guided himself into her. He didn’t pound into her, though. He took her slowly, carefully, wetting his length with her juices as he thrust in and out, claiming one inch of new territory at a time. He never took his eyes off hers, not even when he’d filled her completely.
“I love both parts of you, sweet and sexy,” he said, and the way that he was looking at her, as if she was his entire world, kept her from questioning the depth of his feelings. “I love all parts of you, Roux. I love you.”
Gravity ceased to exist. She clung to Steve’s shoulders, certain that if she hadn’t been anchored to the only reality in her universe, she would have drifted into outer space. “I love you too.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but she’d never spoken truer words.
He released a small gasp before claiming her lips. The passion behind his kiss made her toes curl, the emotion behind it made her chest ache, and when his hands gripped her ass and he began to thrust his hips, a deeper connection was cemented between them. Sex became more than pleasure, more than fun, more than heady excitement and inevitable release. And maybe it had always been that way between them, but she hadn’t recognized the emotional entanglement before.
Their souls were touching. She felt him everywhere, with every part of herself, and it scared the hell out of her.
Why had she let him get so close? What if someone took him from her? Who would put her back together if she lost him? Her survival instincts told her to push him away, to run, to close herself off completely. So why was she holding him so close? Steve was the problem, not the solution. If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t be destroyed when her father put a bullet in him.
Crazy, she told herself. Daddy’s dead. He can’t hurt Steve. She knew that, but reality didn’t stop the fear from rooting in her heart. And even if the sick bastard couldn’t rise from the grave and take love from her again, someone else could.
“What’s wrong, baby? You’re shaking.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
But he already had. She’d been so wrapped up in her personal demons that she hadn’t recognized he’d gone still.
“You’re sorry you said it, aren’t you?” He spoke quietly, as if he didn’t want to voice his concern.
Her arms tightened around his head, drawing him to her chest. Could he feel how hard her heart was beating and how it ached?
“No, I’m not sorry. I do love you.” She took a deep breath. “And that’s why I’m so scared.”
“What’s scary about love? There’s no drug that can match this euphoric feeling. I should know, I’ve tried them all.”
“Naughty,” she said, slapping at his shoulder.
“Tell me why you’re scared. I won’t betray you, not ever.”
“I know that. I trust you. I honestly do. It’s other people I don’t trust.”
“I can handle myself. If some woman comes on to me, I’ll turn her down.”
He thought this was about infidelity. She supposed that made sense considering how cheating—or being accused of it—had destroyed his marriage. “I’m not worried about you cheating on me.”
“You’re not?” He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “I’m getting too old to attract horny women, is that it?”
She laughed. He was so gorgeous, he made her eyes hurt sometimes. How could he think he wouldn’t attract even the most prudish of women?
“I’m certain you’ll have to be extra careful to make sure you never cheat on me,” she said, her breath starting to calm now that her mind wasn’t stuck in a loop about losing him.
“I will be more diligent than a straight-A student,” he said. He kissed her briefly. “Now tell me what’s bothering you, since I obviously projected my fears onto you.”
“You think I’m capable of cheating on you?”
He grinned and shook his head. “I’m more worried that you said I love you only because I did.”
She never would have guessed that Steve Aimes was so vulnerable and uncertain about himself when it came to love, and that vulnerability somehow managed to make her love him even more. When it came to sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll, he was the epitome of a confident man. And that was the guy the world knew, the one she’d thought she knew because of interviews and videos she’d seen and stories she’d read. She wouldn’t have fallen for that guy so quickly, but wouldn’t he be that character when they were out on tour?
“I didn’t say it because you did. I said it because it’s true. I love you.”
He smiled a boyish little grin that had her thinking about having his adorable babies. What the fuck? She dashed that foolishness aside at once. She didn’t have time for babies. Not even ones who’d be as perfect as their father. Their scheduled quickie against the bathroom wall was not going according to plan.
“So what has you trembling?” He shifted his hips and thrust into her, reminding her that their rendezvous was far from over. “You can tell me anything.”
Where her fears had been so raw before, she now felt silly for having them. “It’s nothing. What does a woman with a hard cock inside her have to do to get fucked around here?”
“Say no more.”
He angled her hips so he could pound into her, drawing her toward release so quickly, her head was spinning. Seconds before she shattered, her feet touched the floor and he pulled out. She groaned in protest—so close—and he turned her to face the wall.
“Sorry, Red, but I don’t trust my strength to hold you like that anymore. We spent too muc
h time talking and not enough time fucking.”
Before she could form a reply, he gripped her hip and tugged her backward, filling her with one deep thrust. She pressed against the wall with both hands to hold herself steady while he took her. When his finger brushed her asshole, her entire body tensed. Steve moaned somewhere behind her. After a moment, her body relaxed, and his finger slipped inside her. She tensed again, his invasion unfamiliar but sexy.
Steve went still behind her. She peeked over her shoulder to find him standing there with his eyes closed, lip caught between his teeth as he struggled to breathe. Hmmm . . . So he liked when her pussy clamped down on his cock. It was a purely involuntary reaction on her part. Or it had been. She drew in a breath and held it as she squeezed him inside her as hard as she could.
“I’m trying not to come back here,” he said breathlessly.
She relaxed her muscles before squeezing him again. She loved to make him come. Loved more that he always seemed so surprised that they climaxed together so easily. He slapped her ass, and she tightened further. When he began to thrust through her tension, her thighs gave out and he had to keep her on her feet by wrapping his arm around her waist. Soon his fingers went exploring and found her clit, rubbing and rubbing as he filled her and withdrew, at the same time stretching her tight asshole with a circling finger. She had no choice but to come. She cried out as release shattered through her. He answered with a sexy groan as her clenching pussy pulled him over the edge with her.
After they caught their breath, she hovered over the toilet to pee and they both cleaned up a bit in the sink, quietly completing the task. She wondered how long he could stay but was afraid to ask. She was sure he’d have to leave soon. Maybe he could stay the night. Or forever. She was already feeling weepy over the thought of having to say goodbye to him again.