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“Sweet talker.” She grinned as he nibbled the side of her neck. “So… Tris.”
“You’re wondering if doing this is off-limits.” Randy spanned her flat belly with his hand, letting his fingers tease the underside of her breast. “If what we’ve done is wrong because we didn’t talk to him first.”
“Yeah. It doesn’t feel wrong.” She touched her fingers to his lips as she did so often, and it never failed to make his skin heat. “We miss him too.”
“We do.” He tipped his forehead to hers. “It’s good we haven’t gone past a certain point.”
“Yeah. We should probably talk about it. What we have done, I mean. After the show tonight, even though I’ll be amped as hell most likely, well, we can just cuddle.”
He cupped her breast under her shirt. “Does this count as cuddling?”
“Mmm-hmm, and your mouth on them is mouth cuddling.” She shook her head, laughing softly. “We can be good for one night. We go back tomorrow.”
“You’re right. We can.”
“But I’m glad you were here. This week would’ve been even lonelier without you.”
“You get lonely, Miss Titanium Heart?” He meant it to be teasing but her brows snapped down and she glanced away.
He gripped her chin and turned her toward him again. “Hey, I was kidding. You know that, right?”
“Yes. I also know that’s the impression I give off. Hell, it’s the side I’ve tried to show people. But I—” She broke off.
“What?”
“I guess I want you to see me differently. I want Tristan to see me differently. And not just naked.”
Randy propped his head on his fist. Deliberately, he lifted his other hand from her breast to toy with her hair. He couldn’t stop touching her, but he didn’t want her to think it was all about sex between them. It wasn’t. Not even close.
“You know what I see?”
She pursed her lips. “A little afraid to find out. Shoot.”
“I see a smart, super talented, gorgeous woman who is way more sensitive than she lets on. Who has a past and secrets and so many sides to her that she’s like a Rubik’s curve, because she has too many soft lines to be a cube.”
“Corny.” Her lips twitched as he held up his hands in a gesture of defeat. “But cute.”
“I try.”
“Thank you.” Her voice turned quiet, even quieter than it had been since they were basically whispering. After he’d carried her offstage in front of her band, they’d been more open—holding hands, teasing each other and yes, occasionally kissing—but they weren’t necessarily advertising they were involved. “Thank you for looking deeper even though I try to make it impossible.”
“I have a lot of practice. I live with a guy like that.”
“Yeah, you do. Tris is more like me.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. “Maybe we’re being stupid and he won’t care about us getting naked.”
“You think he’s already moving on?”
She jerked a shoulder. “I don’t know. Is he? You know him better than me.”
“I’ve never seen him do repeats, so we’re in new territory.”
“Never?”
“Let’s just say it’s pretty damn rare. But who can blame the guy?” Randy pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll call him after the show tonight.”
“We’ve called him a million times. The calls always go to voicemail or he says he’s busy. Maybe we’re crowding him.”
“He is busy. Have you been to his restaurant? It’s a zoo on a good day. Trust me, if he was over…this,” Randy circled a finger between them, “he wouldn’t beat around the bush. He’d tell us it was fun and see ya.”
