She wanted to laugh because his response was adorable—and it was the truth—but she gave him a crooked smile instead, turned, and walked away without bothering to cover up. She wanted him to watch her naked body as she left the room.
She found the bottle of Dom and pulled it from the bucket of ice. “You and me have a date with a handsome, tattooed drummer tonight.”
When she got back to the bedroom, Dillon was sitting with his back propped up on two pillows, leaning against the headboard. He looked angelic with his flowing hair and soft smile on his face. Her eyes traveled lower, and all heavenly thoughts vanished from her head. Sinfully devilish desires racked her mind as she stared at Dillon’s sky-high erection, and she remembered that, while she needed time to recover,he never got off. She fully planned on making it up to him. “Sorry I took so long,” she said, approaching the bed. “But I’m going to make it worth the wait.”
He took hold of her forearm and pulled her in for a kiss. His hand went to her cheek and through her hair. His mouth was hungry. Rough. And his stubble left an abrasion on her cheeks. His tongue was hot and thirsty, cleansing her mouth with its succulent kiss. It consumed her, and she broke away for air. One kiss never left her so breathless. She braced her hand against her chest, gasping for air. “I don’t know what you do to me, Dillon. I don’t know what magical powers you possess or what kind of spell you have over me, but whatever it is, don’t ever stop doing it.”
“This is just the beginning.”
Her heart stopped for a second, but she reminded herself to relax.
Dillon twisted the cork off the champagne with a pop, causing foam to spray across the bed and bubble over the top. He was quick to catch it with his mouth and tossed back a giant gulp of the expensive champagne.
“Save some for me.”
Dillon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and offered her the bottle.
“Thanks, but I’ll drink mine out of a glass like a normal person.”
As he filled her glass, she watched him. It was the happiest she’d seen him in years. It was the happiest she’d been since her early days in the band. She could be herself around Dillon. She didn’t have to be the tough rocker chickwho could hold her own against the likes of Sid Steele and Zach Raines and the judgmental media. Now she and Dillon had a chance . . . maybe.
She didn’t realize how thirsty she was until the cold champagne hit her lips, and she drained the glass. She should have had a sports drink because the night was far from over.
She took Dillon’s glass from him, set it down on the nightstand and placed hers next to it. As she crawled up Dillon’s body, he settled back into the pillows. Her hair fell over his cheeks as she kissed him, shrouding them in a dark curtain of crimson while his tongue invaded her mouth with the delicious lingering taste of champagne. He pushed his hands through her hair and pulled it away from her face. Breaking the kiss, he paused to gaze at her. His penetrating stare bore into her eyes with an intense message—a message she wasn’t ready to hear.
“Lizzy, I?—”
“Shh.” She stopped him with a finger over his lips. “Not now.” She silenced him further with another kiss. Her heart was racing, and her head was spinning. She was too caught up in everything that happened tonight to trust the words her heart was telling her, because she knew that sentiments exchanged during the heat of passion were usually regretted.
Dillon pulled her in for a kiss, and he wasn’t gentle. He gave her the deepest kiss she ever received in her life while holding her wrists so tightly she couldn’t escape. Not that she wanted to. She welcomed the stronghold. She didn’t want gentle caresses or soft, delicate kisses. She wanted it hard and abrasive. She wanted her hair yanked back so hecould kiss her neck, and she wanted him to know it. She pulled away from his kiss with a harsh turn of her head. “Don’t treat me like a princess. Play me like your drum kit. Pound me like your bass drum.”
His eyes widened and he processed her words, and desire flashed back at her. In one swift motion, he flipped onto his side, knocking her off him, and propped himself up on one elbow. His dark eyes sparkled as he looked down at her. They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, then both erupted into a frenzy. Like the change in tempo from a melodic verse of a song, to the hard, fast pick up at the bridge, Lizzy and Dillon went from sensual foreplay to no-holds-barred erotic passion in an instant. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Hard. The grip he had on her imprisoned her. She couldn’t move, but this was exactly where she wanted to be. He claimed her mouth with a rough kiss that left her cheeks raw from the short stubble on his face.
He reached over and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. An open box of condoms was the only thing it contained. She vaguely remembered Dillon putting it there last night but didn’t know where it came from. Did he leave and come back with it? Because he couldn’t have been carrying a big box of condoms around with him. Or maybe he had one of the security guards get it for him. Either way, there obviously had been time for her to rethink sleeping with him last night, but she hadn’t. She’d berated herself all day for falling into bed with Dillon, but now she was happy it happened.
Once he covered himself, he was on top of her again, pushing inside. Her body strained to accept him, and she winced at the burn between her legs, but she pushed through it, grunting and sighing. A few deep breaths enabled her to relax enough to accommodate his size, and it felt so good.
He moved slowly at first, then picked up speed. He was in complete control, pinning her arms above her head. She rocked her hips in time to his thrusts, because that’s all she could do, and began to recognize a rhythm in his momentum. He was fucking her to the tempo of “Hard Body.” It was the first song in Blind Fury’s last show, and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. She smiled at the significance and opened her eyes.
Dillon was lost in another world. His eyes were glazed over, adrift in a vision in his head, and his lower lip was clamped between his teeth. His rhythm quickened to match the second verse of the song, then picked up significantly. He was keeping time with his hips.
“Hard Body” was a loud, sexy song with raunchy lyrics. The end of the song was loud and gritty, and Dillon kicked the shit out of his double bass. She didn’t know if she could handle it, but she wanted to find out. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself. He brought the song home, pounding her with intensity and sending waves of intense ecstasy throughout her body. That’s when everything went haywire inside her. Every nerve ending was on fire. A deep thunderclap of sensations shot through her like a lightning strike. Her body convulsed and jerked while a buzz reverberated deep inside her, traveling from her waist down to herknees. Her breath came in heavy gasps. The room went white. She swallowed chunks of air in an attempt to satisfy her need for oxygen.When she finally settled, the sheets and pillows were long gone, kicked to the floor in the heyday of their lovemaking.
Dillon was still grunting and gasping, but she was done. Immobilized by an overload of stimulus, she was helpless, and her body lay lifeless underneath him. Her arms were still pinned, and his grip on her wrists were deathly. But she loved it. Finally, Dillon let out a long guttural moan that sounded animalistic and primal. Then he fell on top of her.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that with their bodies still engaged, but it was heaven. They were connected. This was a moment that took over a decade to manifest, and she wondered if the feelings for Dillon were always there, because they didn’t feel new. It felt as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Whatever the case, it was here now, and they had free reign to explore what came next.
Dillon rolled off her with great effort and sat on the side of the bed while he tossed the condom on the floor and wiped himself clean.
“Pour me some more champagne,” she managed to say, still panting.
He filled their glasses and handed one to her. It was still cold and quenched her thirst.
After he downed a full glass, he crawled in bed next to her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. It was serene and blissful. After a minute, she perched herself up on oneelbow so she could see him. He had the most intense look on his face she had ever seen. His eyes were hooded by his dark lashes as he stared back at her with his mouth slightly parted. There was longing in his eyes again, aching to tell her something. This time she was ready to hear it. The walls that protected her heart were now paper thin and transparent. She was open and vulnerable. She was ready to let love in.
He slowly brought his hand to her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. “I love you, Lizzy. I always have.”
Her insides melted and emotion bubbled in her throat. Her chin quivered, and she pressed her lips together. Tears welled on her lower lids and threatened to fall. “I think I love you, too. I think I always have. I was just too stubborn to let myself imagine it could ever be. I love you, Dillon.”
