“Hi,” she whispered, her eyes dimming as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I boosted her up so my hands were on her ass and her legs were curled around my waist. “Hey sexy.”
I was kissing her everywhere, across her soft cheeks and jaw, the length of her neck, the creamy skin spilling out of her tied off button down shirt. And the more I tasted the more I wanted her. Her breathless little moans teamed with that hip rocking action was pushing me closer and closer to madness.
“Can’t get enough of you.” I could barely get the words out with my mouth full of her. My weight secured her against the door as my fingers roughly worked the little buttons lining her shirt. I wanted to tear it off, watch the buttons scatter across the floor as I heard the satisfying sound of cotton shredding, but without a back-up shirt I couldn’t risk it.
“Feeling’s mutual.” Her breathing was laboured as her little hands worked their way up under my t-shirt, dragging her nails over my abs, making every muscle in my body clench.
“How did we ever…” She was on fire as my lips trailed over her neck, my scruff turning her fair skin pink. “Go so long withoutthis?” Becausethiswas quickly becoming my obsession and very best habit.
“No idea.”
She was practically panting by the time I pushed her shirt over her shoulders and exposed her pale pink bra. She was practically spilling out of it. A huge rack for a tiny girl and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Too much of her could never be a bad thing.
“So hot,” I murmured, pressing the silver snap between her breasts to release her bra.
I boosted her higher so her rosy nipples were right where I wanted them… aligned with my mouth. I circled one, then the other with my tongue, sucking them soft, until she threaded her hands through my hair, sighing on a moan.
“God Knox…”
I wanted to hear those whispered pleas and praise fall from those sweet lips every day and night for the rest of my life. Making music was my passion, but making Cece happy was my new obsession. And if this qualified as an addiction, I didn’t want treatment. I just wanted more.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need from me.” I wanted to hear her scream my name. Screw whoever was listening on the other side of the door. My girl’s pleasure took precedence over everything else.
“You know what I need.” Her hands were fisted in my hair as I licked her breathless. “Jesus.” Her head turned from side to side as her heels dug into my back. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I slowly set her down, smirking when I realized how wobbly her legs were as I reached for the button on her white jean skirt. “We don’t have a lot of time, sweetness. Gotta make the most of it.” Any second I expected a knock on the door letting us know we could come out and get the grub before it was gone. Little did they know I’d never starve with the tasty treats she offered up.
“Yessss….” she breathed as I slid the skirt and panties down her thighs.
“Kick them open for me,” I said, nudging her feet apart.
The next few minutes were all about her. I’d get mine later. Hours on stage, fired up entertaining a crowd would be agonizing and thrilling because I’d have to wait, but for the first time ever,shewould be my reward. Hours tangled up in my sheets, all alone, pleasuring each other until the sun rose and she insisted on sneaking out, to keep our secret.
It would be hell, keeping this under wraps until she agreed to come clean, which probably wouldn’t be until the tour ended. The only thing that would get me through it… stolen moments like these.
I eased down to my knees as she sucked in a breath, following my lead when I hooked her leg over my shoulder. Everything about her was addictive, including her essence. I’d always called her sweetness, but now the pet name had a whole new meaning.
As I brushed and flicked her core, she trembled, digging her short nails into my scalp as she gasped and swayed, trying to maintain her footing. “I can’t. Oh God.”
She was trying so hard to remain quiet, which only made me work harder to make her scream. I wanted her to let go, to finally dig deep and find the courage to give in to what she was feeling for me. Exposing it at the top of her lungs, in the most erotic and intimate way… with no room for doubt.
“I can’t…”
I probed deeper, toying with her as I explored, uncovering all of her secrets.
She was torn between pushing and pulling, holding back and letting go. Still clutching me as she shuddered, trying so hard to resist the temptation to dig her heels in and shock our crew with her manic cries.
“Yes, you can, sweetness. This ismyshow.”
No one would dare give me grief about what happened behind closed doors on my own tour. Except maybe my band, but I’d make it clear Cece wasn’t some random hook-up, she was the real deal, and keeping their mouths shut was their best option.
“Don’t think. Just feel, Ce.”
I wanted her to surrender to me the way she never had with another man. To let me love her the way she’d always wanted. Physically and emotionally. To develop the kind of spiritual connection that could only be conveyed this way. Intimately.
“No one else matters, baby. Just us. Relax. Let go for me.”
