He stroked her hair from her upturned face and searched her eyes. He had never had anyone available for him in the capacity she offered. Her devotion delighted him and at the same time terrified him. She was too good for him. He didn’t deserve her. But his heart didn’t care. It gladly accepted all she gave him and was greedy for more.
When he kissed her, he didn’t mean for his passion to escalate, but as always, the heat between them burned intensely. She pressed more firmly against his body, and he instantly ignited, his kiss deepening, his hands sliding down her back to draw her closer.
He pulled his mouth from hers and turned her to face the opposite direction. His fingers dug into her hips to pull her succulent ass against his hardening cock. She groaned and rubbed up against him. He couldn’t lose himself now. He had a plan to tease her incessantly until the next night when they went to the sex club to play. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if she’d be open to what he and club owner Tony had devised for Adam’s sweet little lover. But he wanted her to know he was hard for her. Wanted her to crave his cock inside her. Wanted her to beg him to fill her. Wanted to leave her wanting, even if he was left wanting too. Even if denying them meant the death of him.
He cupped one breast in his palm and tugged at its hardened peak through her clothes until she gasped. He bent his knees to rub himself against her ass and so he could draw his hand up her bare thigh beneath her loose skirt. His fingers sought the slick, warm flesh between her thighs, sliding beneath the elastic of her panties and finding her wet already. He smiled at her willingness and used his face to brush her hair aside so he could suckle on the pulse point beneath her ear as his fingers massaged her clit, then dipped into her pussy, and then teased her clit again.
She rubbed her ass against his stiff cock, making it difficult for him to remember that he couldn’t have her. Not yet. And when she began to whisper his name between her moans of pleasure, it took every shred of his willpower not to yank his cock out and fill the silken passage his fingers repeatedly explored. Her body shuddered as her pleasure intensified, and her pussy tightened around his fingers as she struggled to find release. He slid his hand from beneath her skirt and took her jaw between his thumb and ring finger. He touched his index and middle finger to her parted lips. They were slick with her juices.
“Lick them,” he growled in her ear. “Suck them clean.”
She didn’t hesitate to obey. His cock pulsed with excitement as she licked and sucked his fingertips.
“Good,” he murmured. “You keep doing as I ask and you’ll eventually get what you want.”
He gave her breast a squeeze and then stepped away. His stomach was in knots, his balls felt full and heavy, his cock ached with need. But the discomfort of waiting would be worth it later. He knew she wouldn’t disappoint him.
“What the hell, Adam?” she said as he headed for the exit.
“I’m going to go talk to Dawn now,” he said. “Before the show starts.”
“You’re just going to leave me all hot and bothered?”
He grinned. “Yep.”
“It isn’t nice to tease,” she said with a pout.
His grin widened. “I think you’ll be screaming a different tune tomorrow night.”
He winked at her and trotted down the bus steps in search of Kellen’s new flame.
He found her seated beside the band’s ever-shirtless rhythm guitarist on a sofa in the dressing room backstage. Kellen had a hand on her knee and was whispering something in her ear that made her grin.
Adam sat beside her on the sofa and ignored Kellen’s affronted stare. It wasn’t like Adam had come to steal her away. He just wanted to pick her brain for a few minutes.
“How did you get past your writer’s block?” Adam asked. He didn’t have time for small talk. He wanted to play with Madison some more before the show. He would have waited to talk to the slender composer—who he just noticed had a lot of adorable freckles—but knowing the staying power of his bandmates’ romantic flings, he doubted he’d have another chance to talk to the woman before Kellen scared her away.
Dawn’s face flushed bright red. “Um, well, I uh . . .”
Adam didn’t take her for a woman who had a difficult time expressing herself, so her stammering baffled him. Adam’s gaze shifted to Kellen, who was grinning so wide, his face was liable to split in half.
“She was inspired,” Kellen said.
Was Kellen bragging? Adam snorted at his friend’s obvious immodest pride.
“By your dick?” Adam guessed.
“Uh,” Dawn gasped. “No, his dick came later.”
Kellen laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Not that much later.”
“Stop,” she said, slapping Kellen’s thigh. “You make it sound so tawdry, and it was beautiful.”
She turned her head to look at Adam. “I was inspired by his passion.”
Adam peered around her to appraise Kellen closely. “Whelp,” he said, pushing off his thighs as he rose from the sofa. “That’s out.”
Dawn grabbed Adam’s wrist and tugged him back down beside her. “Your inspiration doesn’t have to be a gorgeous, soaking wet warrior of a man rising from the sea in a storm.”
“Say what?” Owen said from near the bar where he appeared to be trying to forget Lindsey was clinging to his arm by using his free hand to down copious amounts of liquor.
Jacob, who was apparently eavesdropping as well, burst out laughing.
“I think inspiration can be found in anything that shakes you up.” Dawn took a deep shuddering breath and pressed her fingertips to her rosy checks. “I don’t know, maybe it was his dick that I found so inspiring.”
“Care for a bit more inspiration?” Kellen whispered.
“You don’t have enough time before the show to give me the care and attention I deserve,” Dawn said and kissed his nose.
Adam chuckled. He liked this woman already, but Madison entered the room at that moment, and his entire universe shifted to revolve around her.
“Uh, later,” he said and rose from the sofa.
He approached Madison slowly, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way across the room and paused at the bar for a drink just to see how she would react to his delay. He knew Madison felt uncomfortable backstage—especially when left to her own devices—but she needed to get over her skittishness if they were going to be together. He was pleasantly surprised that she’d showed up in the dressing room on her own so quickly. He figured he’d eventually have to go back to the bus and coax her out. Perhaps she was finally getting used to the idea of being a rock star’s girlfriend. He wondered if she was ready to be a rock star’s wife.