“I…I can’t believe you did all this. It’s too much, Jake.” She shakes her head in disbelief, then wraps her arms around my neck and gazes into my eyes.
“It’s nothing. I wanted to make sure we had time to decompress before going into another busy week. I remembered how much?—”
“The beach trip? That’s why you… Oh my God, Jake,” she murmurs, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.
Her face is soft and full of love. I’m not sure if she’s ever looked more beautiful than she does right now. Standing in the middle of this cream-and-beige coastal home, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and one of my T-shirts, her hair in a messy bun. Not a stitch of makeup on. Fucking gorgeous. And so fucking mine.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” I wipe away a falling tear from the corner of her eye.
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip. My own fucking kryptonite. Anything touching her lips turns me into a possessive man, desperately needing to claim them. Heaven forbid if she licks them; then all bets are off, and I can’t be stopped from kissing her.
“You’re incredibly sweet, Jake. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she says softly, burying her head in my chest as I wrap my arms tighter around her.
I lift her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “You are more than worthy of everything, Kate. I plan to spend every day of my life proving it to you.”
I lightly press my lips to hers, nipping at her lower one until I groan and force myself to stop. I’ll have her naked on this white marble countertop in minutes if I keep this up, and while that does sound extremely enticing, I imagine she’d like to see the beach first.
“Let’s get your toes in the sand before I have your clothes on the floor,” I whisper, my mouth brushing her ear.
Heat flashes in her eyes, and my self-control is about to go out the window as my cock hardens in my athletic shorts.
“Sand first, sex later,” she replies, batting her eyelashes at me with the most innocent smile. She arches her eyebrows. “To be clear, Ifullyexpect you to bend me over multiple items of furniture in this room later.” She winks at me and takes off running toward the beach, giggling.
Fuck. I love this woman.
The wind whips through my tousled hair as Kate and I enjoy dinner on the rooftop patio after a lazy day on the beach. We’ve barely been here twelve hours, and I’m already contemplating when we can come back. This has been the perfect place to detox from the nonstop madness that comes from being on tour. And it’s only getting started.
This weekend was laid-back compared to how the rest of the summer will go. Each one will become more jam-packed than the last as Jason and Anna cram a ton of shit into my schedule. Heaven forbid I have any downtime.
“This might be the best spaghetti carbonara I’ve ever had,” Kate murmurs, twisting her fork around another mound of noodles and taking a bite.
A combination of soft moans and groans comes out of her mouth, instantly reminding me of how we christened the kitchen counter earlier.
“Thanks for taking us here. It’s been a great trip.” Kate looks at me lovingly as the setting sun casts a warm glow around her. She’s still wearing her sexy one-piece swimsuit with a sheer cover-up on and her hair in a bun. The tip of her nose is sun-kissed, and her cheeks have a slight pinkness from the hours we spent at the beach. She couldn’t look more angelic if she tried.
“Glad you’re enjoying it.” I take another swig of my ice-cold beer. “What did you think about your first weekend on tour? I know it’s a lot to get used to.”
She pauses for a minute, grazing her teeth over her bottom lip. It’s one of her tells. She’s trying hard to find the perfect words to convey her thoughts. She’s been methodical with her word choices since we were kids. Overanalyzing everything she says and does due to how her mom treated her. Although Kate’s mom, Deborah, is like a second mom to me, there are times I want to wring that woman’s neck for the insecurities she caused Kate to develop. The ones Kate has worked so hard to overcome in the past few months.
“It was definitely different,” Katie answers, arching her eyebrows.
I chuckle, scooting my chair closer and placing my hand on her bare upper thigh. “You’re gonna have to give me more than that.”
She sighs and takes another sip of her Sauvignon Blanc. “I’m not sure where to begin. I have so many thoughts about it all.”
“Why don’t you tell me about what you enjoyed first? Then we can talk about the things that were hard. Does that sound like a plan?”
She nods and takes a deep breath. “I loved being able to see you on stage. I’ve seen you perform in the past, but it’s always been on video. Never in person.”
My smile grows wider, knowing I felt the same way. There was something magical about having her watch me from the side of the stage. It amped up my performance in a way I haven’t experienced in years.
“It was also great to meet so many of the people you talk about every day. Nice to finally put faces with names and see how much they respect you.” She leans forward, pushing her boobs into my arm. “Plus, I thoroughly enjoyed helping you work off the adrenaline afterward,” she whispers, sending a fucking jolt of lust straight to my cock.
I’m going to be rock hard in less than a minute if she keeps this up. And my boardshorts don’t leave anything to the imagination. Need to change the subject. Can’t fuck her on the rooftop deck. There’s absolutely no privacy up here, and I’m not about to risk a fan getting a photo of us having sex.
I swallow hard as her tongue slowly traces the outline of her lips. Damn it. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Focus, Jake. Change the subject. Ask her another question.
