I walk her all the way to her hotel room.
She shifts her weight between her legs as she pulls her keycard from her jeans. Her green eyes fill with desire but there's uncertainty in them too.
Not doing this until she's certain.
"Thanks, Ethan. I missed swimming." She brushes her hair behind her ears then reaches up to do the same to me. Her fingertips skim my jaw. "I can't remember the last time I had this much fun."
"Me either."
"Really?"
I nod. I love getting on stage. I do a lot of fun shit with the guys on tour. Do a lot of anonymous women. But none of that compares to Violet. When she smiles… it's like the sun is breaking over the
horizon.
I've always liked to entertain. That's what drew me to the guitar in the first place. I live to get people laughing, smiling, screaming, gasping.
Always feels good to cause a reaction but Violet's reactions are in a different league.
"I… I'm glad we have these, what is it now, eight more days together?" She drags her fingertips over the edges of her keycard. "Mind if I take a raincheck on the remake of The Fly?"
"I should practice."
"Still a perfectionist."
Yes, but- "I'm filling in for Drew, the Sinful Serenade guitarist, tomorrow. His fiancée is pregnant. He's going to a doctor's appointment with her. I'm his backup."
Her lips curl into a smile. There's something in her eyes, something I can't place. It's something good. Almost like pride.
"It's no big deal." I run my hand through my hair. "Just helping a friend."
She nods, but she's still looking at me like I'm a saint. She sees through me. It is a big deal. It's a lot of work and a lot of pressure. Don't get me wrong. I can do it. I'm glad to do it.
But it's a big fucking deal.
God damn, I want her looking at me like that forever.
Or at least until I start stripping her out of her clothes.
Fuck. Need to get out of here before I forget about taking it slow.
"I'll see you at the sound check tomorrow?" I ask.
"At the show. I have to catch up on school work after I finish with the books." She looks up at me. "Don't work too hard."
"You either."
She laughs. "We're so full of it, huh?"
I raise a brow.
"About working. We're addicted."
"Yeah." But I know how to get her mind off her studies. I slide my hand around her waist and pull her into a deep kiss.
Violet arches her back as she groans into my mouth. She wants more.
Every part of me, one in particular, wants more.