Page 44 of Revel
He looks at me curiously. “What do you want?”
“I want what will sound the best. Something we can do together.”
His expression changes again, the line between his brows deepening. God, he’s so freaking handsome! “You mean on this tour?”
“Yes.” I nod, sheepishly feeling guilty. If people saw us together, on stage, they’d take me seriously too because let’s be real, if you’re worthy of Revel Slade, you’re royal blood.
“We’ll see what we can come up with.”
Then the tension returns and I dare to ask, “What was Hensley doing on your bus this morning?” As though I have any right to ask. We have no attachment to one another, and he certainly doesn’t have to confide, or whatever it is I’m trying to get out of him. I’m not sure I even know at this point.
He arches an eyebrow again, as if to ask, what the fuck does that have to do with singing together. “Huh?”
“I saw her coming off your bus this morning,” I sheepishly admit. I can’t believe I’m even asking. This isn’t me. I shouldn’t even care why she was, but strangely, I do.
Nodding, a smirk lifts one corner of his mouth. There’s a knock at the door followed by Revel yelling, “Use a different bathroom!”
I love the way the veins in his neck protrude with the raising of his voice, and I imagine what it must be like to hear him scream in pleasure. Again.
The knocking subsides, and we’re there in silence once more. He draws in a heavy breath, sways, and then leans into me, still backed against the wall. I want to jump his body. Literally, jump it and rub myself all over him. All. Over. I want that smoke smell to be fused in my bloodstream.
He licks his lips, searching my face. Our eyes lock, so much emotion, so little said between us. Leaning in, I hear him swallow before his lips faintly touch my ear. Thousands of nerve endings make themselves known and burst inside my body. I can’t breathe. No, actually, I can, and it’s to the point I’m hyperventilating.
Revel notices, chuckles, then whispers, “She thinks we’re fucking.” His words are so erotically spoken, my panties dampen, and I feel his hands, palms gliding up my sides. His nose sweeps the hollow spot where my collarbone takes a dip.
I swallow. “Oh.” That’s what I choose to say, when what I really want to ask isWhy aren’t we?Probably because I just told him I wouldn’t sleep with him for a song, and I wouldn’t. But willingly fuck? Yes. I would. “What did you tell her?”
His exhale is shaky, his words strained. “I didn’t answer her.”
At least I’m not the only one he ignores. A hardness presents in his touch, a grip of fabric between his fists and I’m pressed against the wall. His chest draws back, but his heaviness against my body remains. He stares down at me, igniting goose bumps. I want to shatter at his feet. Is he going to kiss me?
Heat rushes through me, panic setting a steady thump of accelerated beats.
Please let him kiss me!
He’ssoclose, and I swear, I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t kiss me or back up. I can’t take the suspense. Then his fingers move, up my side, to my face and brush across my cheek. I can’t help but tremble.
I breathe, or try to, it’s too much feeling, and if I wasn’t backed against a wall, I’d think I was falling.
“Red?” he breathes, dipping his head forward to rest against my shoulder, his breathing just as heavy as mine.
“Yeah?” I know it’s crazy, but the way he says Red, it’s as if he’s stolen my heart with a stupid nickname, so suddenly, so selfishly, and I can’t get it back. It’s his to see what happens next. Where this goes is up to him, and though I never intended to give him control, especially him, it happens there in the men’s bathroom.
There’s no way this feeling is one-sided, but I might be wrong.
“You really should stay away from me.” His thumb touches my lip, and then he’s looking at me like I’m the only one. And then he leans forward, slowly, until his lips touch my collarbone.
Yep.
My.
Collarbone.
Damn it.Kiss me on my lips!
But here’s the thing, the moment his mouth meets any exposed skin on my body, I forget how to breathe, my knees weaken and I sag against him. I basically give all my intention away. It’s like I’ve been injected with poison and back to my theory on me becoming the Joker in the acid bath.
Revel pulls back, his eyes on my lips and I shiver, his body distancing from mine.
