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It was intoxicating.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded. “I…” Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath. “That was something, huh?”
“You were something, yeah.”
The corner of her lip tilted. “So were you.”
He stepped closer, like he didn’t have a choice. Her eyes darkened, her chest still rising and falling with her breath. She reached out, her fingers touching his arm, and it took him a moment to realize she was tracing one of his tattoos.
He knew which one. The heart with the barbed wire around it.
“If you keep touching me…”
“What?” she asked breathily, her eyes flicking to his.
“Then I’ll touch you back.”
Her lips curled more, like it was the kind of threat she wanted. “No you won’t.”
“Won’t I?” he asked. Her fingertip was tracing circles along his skin now. It felt maddeningly good. But not enough. Not anywhere near.
“No. Because you’re like this tattoo. Closed in. You can’t escape.”
He leaned closer. He could see the individual colors of her hair strands, lifting in the breeze. “I’m not the one caged in right now.”
“Maybe I want to be caged in. Maybe I want you to break me out.”
He dropped his brow to hers. “You don’t want that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re light and I’m dark. I’ll ruin you.”
Her fingers feathered up his arm, his neck, until her hand was cupping his jaw. This close to her he could feel the difference in their heights. In their weights.
Their power.
He was stronger. Bigger. Could hurt her without trying.
And damn, he didn’t want to hurt her.
“It’s just the music, you know?” he whispered. “We’re just playing the roles the lyrics tell us to.”
Her fingertips brushed the back of his neck and it made him shiver. And he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He’d tried, damn it. But she was so soft and sweet and everything his body wanted.
His mouth crashed against hers.
Blood pumped through his body as she kissed him back, her fingernails scraping against his neck, her body arched into his. He was hard, throbbing, aching for her. He slid his hand down her neck to her breasts, cupping them, feeling the peak of her nipple pressing against his palm.
She was hungry for him. He could tell that much. The same way he was starving for her. They’d sung to each other for the last forty-five minutes. They’d loved each other, they’d hated each other, they’d yearned, and they’d pretty much made love on the stage.
But this, the touching, the kissing, the feeling…
It was like liquid adrenaline straight to the heart.
She was grinding against his leg, her breath rapid against his lips. He slid his hands down her body and she let out an achy sigh.
