“I don’t know what I want, Trent. I only know that this entire thing, it scares the hell out of me.”
“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”
Her eyes widen on an exhale. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Stay for my show tonight? After you play. We’ll go to dinner and figure this out.”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, Lex, I want to know that you’re watching me the entire time I’m onstage, and the minute I’m done I want you back in my arms.” I can see she’s indecisive, wavering, and I want to respect that, give her the space she needs. But I also want her with me. “Please.”
“Okay,” she whispers. I cover her lips before she can utter another word ... or change her mind.
She returns the kiss with more force than I expect. Her tongue darts inside my mouth and I groan because it reminds me of how she sucked me off last night. The blanket between us falls when her fingers find their way to my hair. Her gorgeous tits are on display, and my hands skim up her ribcage until they cup her breasts.
Her lips release a breathy sigh and my kisses travel down the column of her throat, and then down the center of her chest. My hand holds the back of her neck and I lean over her body until she’s on her back. Her fingertips massage my scalp, encouraging every nip, suck, and lick as I lavish her body with my mouth.
Dammit! My ringing phone disrupts our fun. Lexi’s body stiffens beneath me. “Leave it,” I say, and try to bring her back to the moment by sucking her pert nipple into my mouth.
“What if it’s someone important,” she argues, and I can tell she won’t relax until I deal with it. Sitting back up, I find my phone in the pocket up my pants. “Mom. I’ll call her back.” I silence the ringer and lean over her on one elbow so I can meet her gaze.
“Are you sure?”
I purse my lips and pretend this is an actual question. “Sexy naked girlfriend or phone call with my mom? Hmm ... I’m beginning to question your perception of my sexual prowess.”
“Oh, I have no qualms about your virility. But won’t she keep calling until you answer?”
“No. She knows I’ll call her back when I can.”
“Wow. So that’s what a healthy relationship looks like.” It seems to bother her, and from the little she’s shared I can understand why. Her mom is something else, and that’s not a compliment.
But I don’t want Lexi to start today with disappointment or family drama, so I poke fun at myself. “I don’t know if you should use ours as an example. I mean, I am a twenty-eight-year-old man who lives with his mom and his friends.”
Her lips pull up with a smile. “She also cooks for you, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah ...” I scrunch my nose, and when she laughs lightly my chests fills with so much damn pride. I want to be the man who makes her smile.
“Cleans?” She raises her brows.
“Nah, we have people for that. She cooks because she loves it.” I wink and lean over her to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
“You’re a good son.”
“I fall short more than I should, but I try. Now ... back to my face between your tits.”
She stops my head with her hands. “Actually, I have to get ready soon. And since I reek of sex, and my hair is ...”
“Freshly fucked.” My body can’t help but prickle with need.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I was gonna say rank. I need a shower.” She pushes at me and I roll to the side, sitting up when she crawls off the bed.
I grab my jeans and tug them up my legs while I watch her pull on panties and a big shirt. “But tonight. After the show and after dinner. We’re bailing early and not leaving this room. And I’m making you come until one of us passes out.”
“I like your naughty plans.” She turns from the dresser and smirks, and then gathers up the rest of her stuff for a shower.
A pout pulls at my lips because once she leaves this room, once we break this temporary hideaway, we chance the world crashing down on the happiness we’ve basked in all night.
She turns her chin, solemnly regarding me before she twists the door handle. The little worry lines, they’re back, and she opens her mouth to speak, but pauses instead.
