“What can I say? I missed my girlfriend.” His eyes heat as they travel slowly down my body that’s barely covered in a towel.
I give him a shaky smile and decide to be bold for once in my life. “I like how that sounds.”
“Yeah?” His smile grows.
With my heart thrashing in my chest, I hesitantly move closer until I’m standing between his spread legs. He rests his hands on the back of my thighs. “Can we take things slow?”
He nods as his rough fingers trail up and down my skin. “Whatever you want. I’m just happy you’re giving me a chance.”
I don’t know what kind of portal I stepped into that has Jace Walker, lead singer of Wayward Sons, grinning becauseI’mgivinghima chance, but I’ll take it.
And if we’re really doing this, I’m going to give it my whole heart. Because there’s nothing worse than not really trying and having regrets.
I rest my hands on his broad shoulders. “I thought the last night of a festival was the wildest. Don’t you have people to schmooze and booze to drink?”
“I’d rather be here with you.” His green eyes are dark, like a stormy sea.
“I’d rather you be here too.” I run my fingers through his damp hair. “But I should warn you. I’m a jealous girl. I get cattywhen groupies get too handsy. I’ll do my best to keep a grip on that, but you might need to talk me off a ledge sometimes.” I look down because this confession feels too personal, but I want him to understand. “I didn’t used to be this way. I trusted my ex so completely that I was blindsided.”
He tilts my chin up. “So all of this makes you feel triggered.”
I nod. “But it’s not fair to saddle you with that baggage. And everything about you so far tells me you’re not playing me. I’m just a little scared to take chances.”
Swallowing, he pulls me a little closer. “I know what you mean. Marlowe fucked me up too. I see that loud and clear now, but I want you to be confident I’ll never put myself in a situation that jeopardizes our relationship.”
“That means a lot to me. If you ever feel like this is too much or think we’re not working out, break things off. I’d rather you be honest and up front with me than mess around behind my back.”
“I can do that.”
His expression is so earnest, I can’t help myself any longer, and I lean down to kiss him.
He grips my hips, and I shiver. When he pulls away, the happiness in his eyes is unmistakable. “I’m gonna let you get dressed while I take a quick shower. Maybe afterward, we could grab a bite to eat.”
“Sounds good.” I’m starving. For more than just food. I watch him move toward our bathroom. “Jace.” He turns to look at me, and I smile at my handsome boyfriend. “How about after you clean up, you let me take care of that?” I motion to his obvious erection.
His expression turns heated again, his grin wolfish. “This will be the fastest shower I’ve ever taken.”
The minute the bathroom door clicks shut, I check on the baby. She’s out, thank goodness. Then I race to my bag.
What do I wear for this? I don’t have much to seduce a hot country star. I’m not a lacy negligée kind of girl. I like comfortable cotton fabrics that breathe too much for that. I do have some cute cheeky panties that have always ridden a little high, but maybe that’s sexy? I don’t know. I opt for my usual pajama set with the spaghetti straps and pull down the front a little. I look very nipply in this top. Is that a turn-on for guys?
The shower turns off, and I tug everything into place and hop on the bed just as the bathroom door snicks open. Jace emerges nearly dripping wet with a towel hanging on his hips and his wedding band dangling on that chain. Call me crazy, but I love that he still wears it even though his label wants it gone. “Hi,” he says. He’s muscly and hard everywhere.
“Hi.” I laugh nervously and pat the bed. With the AC humming in the background, I can’t hear the festival, so I feel insulated. It’s just the two of us in the low light of the nightstand lamp. There aren’t crowds or bandmates or fans.
When he sits next to me, I tuck my legs under me. “Is it okay if we don’t go all the way?” Because I realize how what I said earlier might sound, and I’m not ready for full-on sex.
“Whatever you want, babe.” He scoots back onto a pillow with an easy smile. “You’ve already made my night.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” He reaches out and takes my hand.
I love that he’s always touching me. As he looks into my eyes, my fear melts away, and I crawl over him and sit on his stomach. His hands immediately rest on my thighs. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
He’s lying there, looking like a work of art. Like a fallen angel looking for a night of trouble. “Will I be messing up your sex cleanse if…?” I don’t even know what I’m asking.
