“What else do you have for me?” she teased.
I grabbed my phone and opened the app, setting the songs on repeat.
“It’s my next album. There’s your song. And then there are some naughty songs that you gave me lyrics to. Of course, no one will know what’s behind it.”
“Mmm, that hand tattoo part of it?”
I wrapped that hand around her neck, making her gasp. And then I let my other hand trail down, easily finding her wet.
“What is this?” I chuckled as I kissed along her neck. “Finding you wet and wanting me is something I love; do you know that?”
“No, but I’m figuring it out.” She pulled away and turned to look at me, a smirk on her face. “All this,” she waved at the tub and candles, “the romantic side here, it’s not very rock n roll.”
“What can I say? A man in love does crazy things. You know, I have to confess something.”
“What’s that?”
“When you gave me your speech at BeeAnn’s, the thought of never writing again, never having the ideas, because I didn’t have my muse, it killed me. Almost as much as you even thinking of someone touching what is mine. In fact,” I grabbed the bottle and poured each of us a glass of wine, handing one to her. “Try it.”
“Fine,” she said, taking a sip. “But if I don’t…” she trailed off and then took another sip, followed by another. “This isn’t bad! I could do this.”
“For ten grand a bottle, I would hope so. It’s my private wine. I only made a few cases. But way back when, when I did, I wanted something different than what was out there.Sweeter, but still good.”
“It’s very tasty,” she said as she took another sip and then blew the bubbles at me. “I love you.”
“Good to know. I love you too.” I moved in to capture her lips, grinning. “What else do you love?
“Hmm.” She held up her glass to me and gave me a devilish smirk, looking me over. “Now, I Love Rock N’ Wine.”
