Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret 7)

She released an excited gasp, her body going taut beside him. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Only lower.”

He dragged his lips several inches down her throat and repeated the motion.

“Oh,” she gasped breathlessly.

Adam lifted his head and nipped her earlobe. Her entire body quaked.

He was seconds from forgetting his plan to tease her all night and instead head into the nearby bathroom to give her the release she craved. He eased her to the sofa instead, hoping to calm himself down enough to perform later by keeping a few inches between them. Unfortunately, the distance between them didn’t lessen his awareness of her one bit.

“Adam?” she whispered, a beguiling blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“I left my panties on the bus.”

Fucking A!

Adam caught movement out of the corner of his eye and groaned inwardly when Gabe stopped in front of him with some woman on his arm. Adam recognized the pretty brunette, but hell if he could remember her name. He’d always been bad with names. Especially when he was fixated on the fact that Madison was sitting beside him without any panties on under her sweet little denim skirt.

“Hey,” Adam said to Gabe’s companion. “You’re the chick from breakfast.”

Madison stiffened at his side. Probably wondering why he was having breakfast with some attractive brunette.

The woman chuckled. “So good of you to remember.”

“You know her?” Madison asked, glaring a hole into Adam’s forehead.

“She’s with Gabe,” Adam said.

Madison nodded slightly and shifted closer so that her arm touched his. He liked the back off, bitch, he’s mine vibe coming off of her. “What’s her name?” Madison asked.

“Hell if I remember,” Adam said. “I just remember sitting next to her at breakfast.”

“Adam was too busy thinking about you to even ask my name,” the woman said.

Adam wanted to kiss her in gratitude. But not really. He’d rather kiss parts of Madison that were hidden beneath her skirt.

The woman glanced at Gabe, who’d gone entirely mute and said, “I’m Melanie.”

That’s right. Melanie. Adam remembered now. She was friends with that incredibly gorgeous woman who’d banged Shade in the sauna the same morning they’d had breakfast together. And hell if he could remember that woman’s name either.

“Madison,” Madison introduced herself and smiled at Gabe’s acquaintance.

“So you’ve known these guys a lot longer than I have,” Melanie asked. “Any deep dark secrets I should know about?”

The fact that Madison’s gaze shifted to Lindsey was not lost on Adam. He stiffened, hoping Gabe had prepared Melanie, because if he hadn’t, she was sure to get an earful in the next five seconds.

Madison chuckled. “I might have a few stories to tell.”

“Whoa!” Gabe said, covering Melanie’s ears with his hands. “Great to see you again, Madison. Be sure to keep Adam out of trouble.”

Gabe winked at Madison before he turned Melanie in the opposite direction and escorted her toward Kellen and Dawn. Strange how he could remember her name. He was actually glad the pair hadn’t stuck around long. It wasn’t that Adam didn’t like Melanie or that he didn’t think it was important for Madison to get to know the other women associated with his band, he just had a distracting situation going on in his pants and didn’t really feel up to small talk. Especially not when Madison had been stroking his thigh beneath the cover of her skirt the entire time. And she wasn’t wearing any goddamned underwear.

“She seems nice,” Madison said.

“I don’t know much about—” Adam sucked in a breath when Madison’s hand found a particularly sensitive spot just inside his hipbone.

“Does she know about Lindsey?” she asked, her eyes scanning the room, presumably for the pregnant blonde.

“Not sure,” he said. “It’s probably best if she hears it from Gabe.”

She lifted an eyebrow at him. “The way I heard it from you?”

His gaze shifted to his hand, which was resting—none too restfully—on his knee. “I told you about the situation.”

“Only because someone else mentioned it.”

He so did not want to argue with her. “Do you really want to talk about this now?”

“Would you rather talk about wanting a vasectomy?”

“No.”

“Adam, I know it’s hard for you to open up, but if we’re going to make a life together—”

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips lingering on hers until she melted against him. His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just short of touching her pussy. He was a bit afraid of what he’d do once he proved her claim of exposure with his questing fingertips. She groaned in his mouth, and he tugged his lips free of hers.

“If you really want to talk right now…” he murmured, rubbing his nose down the side of her neck.

Madison shook her head and whispered, “No, I really want to drag you back to the tour bus.”

“And do what?” he asked.

Her breath tickled his ear when she said, “Worship every inch of your cock.”

“With your hands?”

“Yes.”

He could practically feel the gentle touch of her fingertips against his sensitive flesh, and his dick jumped with excitement.

“And my lips,” she said, brushing a feather-light kiss against his neck.

He remembered well what those full lips felt like on his cockhead, kissing and sucking and teasing him to the point of madness.

“And your tongue?” he pressed, lost in fantasy land despite the crowd in the room.

“Of course,” she whispered. “But I mostly want to bury you deep in my—”

The delicious promise of her words was cut off by the arrival of warmed over Cajun food. It was actually a blessing in disguise. Maybe he could get his lust under control if he stuffed his mouth with something other than her tongue and kept his hands occupied somewhere other than beneath her skirt.

Adam practically leapt from the couch before he lost every shred of his willpower, dragged Madison to the nearest corner, and fucked her brains out. He offered her a hand to help her to her feet, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was trained on the bathroom door.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

“A little,” she said, still watching the door. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll join you in a moment.”

Adam watched her purposefully cross the room. She’d better not be going in there to work out her sexual frustration on her own, because if she did, he’d make her regret that decision all night long.

Chapter Five

Madison eased the bathroom door open and peered inside. Her gaze landed on the pretty blonde with the enormous belly who was using the mirror to apply lip gloss—probably so she could lure Owen into kissing her. Though Madison had intentionally come to the restroom to corner the woman and get her side of the story, she tried not to gawk at her distended abdomen. It was an exercise in futility. What if the baby belonged to Adam? What if this bitch got to have his child and Madison was never afforded the same opportunity? She couldn’t believe Adam had never mentioned his aversion to kids before. They never really talked about the important things in life. Everything between them was all frivolous and fun. And she was perfectly okay with that for now. But in a couple years she might want to settle down, have a few kids, and then what? She couldn’t picture Adam in domesticated bliss. At all. What would a future with him look like?

Madison stepped up to the second sink and washed her hands,