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My hands moved down over her jet-black hair and to the scrap of lace fabric that must have cost her a small fortune at the lingerie store. And I didn’t give a shit that she’d spent my money on it. It was the best gift I could have asked for in this moment.
Here, I’d been worrying that she’d be frustrated with my late nights. Meanwhile, she had been planning a surprise for me that I would never, ever forget. Her sprawled on my bed with nothing but a few choice pieces of lace covering her body would be ingrained in my brain for the rest of my life.
I drew my fingers across her sides and under her breasts. Green elastic hugged the sides of her breasts with a petal of green lace obscuring her nipples. I flicked the sensitive skin, plucking it like the strings of my guitar as she groaned.
“Campbell,” she gasped.
I tipped her head backward and kissed down the line of her throat. Then lower and lower until I pulled that erect nipple into my mouth. Even through the little fabric, she squirmed and clutched at me.
“Oh!”
I yanked down the other strap, exposing her full breast before diving back in and sucking her nipple. She arched against me as I massaged the other breast. I couldn’t get enough of her body. Of the way she moaned at every little touch and tried to get away while also pushing me down harder.
This girl, this woman, was too much. She was everything. Everything I had ever wanted. I had no idea how I’d lived without her.
My lips moved lower, down the flat of her stomach, to her navel. The panties were high-waisted, a strip of material along her waist with a triangle of lace obscuring her sweet pussy. Garter straps dangled off the bottom, attached to pantyhose.
She was a vision.
I dragged a finger down the front of her. I arched an eyebrow. “Someone has been thinking about me.”
She smirked. “It was hard to wait.”
I stilled at that comment. “Did you get off while you waited for me?”
“Maybe,” she whispered. Her eyes glittered with desire.
I tugged aside the lace of her thong and slid two fingers through her. She was so wet. Oh fuck. “And what were you thinking about when you got yourself off?”
“You.”
I inhaled sharply. “That’s what I like to hear. Would you like me to get you off again?”
She nodded. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, my girl, you don’t have to ask me twice.”
I shed my clothes in a frenzy. My cock was already rigid with desire. If it hadn’t been before she told me she’d fucked herself, waiting for me, it certainly was now. I ripped a condom open and sheathed myself before dragging her ass toward me off the edge of the bed.
“What are you—”
But I slammed into her before she could finish. She gasped as I bottomed out deep into her pussy. She was so wet from masturbating that she needed no warm-up. Just opened herself up perfectly for me.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
I wrapped her legs around me, grabbed her hips, and dragged slow and steady out of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I swept my thumb across her bottom lip. “Eyes open, love.”
They snapped wide to meet me as I drove home into her again. She shuddered at the feeling, and truthfully, I was barely holding on. I could have come right then and there at the sight of her nearly naked on my bed.
My hands slid up her sides as I pressed our bodies tighter together. Her eyes were trained on mine as soft pants escaped her lips.
“More,” she pleaded with me.
And I gave her everything she could ever want. Everything I’d ever held back. I sealed our bodies together until there was nothing left but a few scraps of lingerie and the beading of sweat on our bodies as I claimed what was mine.
She had always been mine.
She would always be mine.
It was incredible how I had existed without her. One minute, I had been living the dream—or so I’d thought. I’d had my music out to the entire world. I had been hitting bestseller lists and selling out stadiums and winning awards. Somehow, none of that compared to when I held Blaire in my arms.
It was then that I realized what I’d really been feeling all this time.
It wasn’t that I’d made a mistake. I’d followed my dreams, and I had the world on a platter. I was at the top of my game. I wouldn’t give that up.
But I should have let her come with me. I’d thought I was doing the right thing by breaking up with her and demanding she follow her own path. I didn’t want to be responsible for her not going to college. I didn’t want to see her lose her way, all for some guy. I’d known then that we meant more to each other, and still, I hadn’t let her make her own choice. I had chosen for her.
