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Rone’s eyes grow big and he groans kissing me again. His palm moves over my breast to my neck, and he brushes his thumb over the pulse of my beating heart. He grabs the back of my head, making me look up at him, his lips inches away from mine. With his other hand, he lifts my right leg, pressing his erection still covered by the hard fabric of his jeans against my drenched panties.
“I can feel your heat,” he says, sounding proud, as his lips trace the line of my cheekbone to my chin. “I need you. You have no idea how much I need you.” Each word is laced with something I hope is more than desire.
Because I know I love him, love every single part of him.
He pushes his leg up against me before rubbing back and forth, and I moan. The look in his eyes tears me wide open. I love the way he watches me and lets his fingers explore every part of my aching body. Kissing my neck, following a trail to my breasts, he then lets me go.
“Rone,” I whisper.
“Mmm,” he hums against my breasts.
“The tub is running over.” I giggle while he scrapes his scruff over my sensitive stomach, tickling me.
“What?” His hot lips linger on my cold skin. I shiver and he draws back.
“The water,” I say, pointing with my chin to the bath.
“Fuck.” He laughs before turning the faucet off.
His grin is full when he says, “Guess I was sort of distracted.” He pulls his hair out of his eyes.
“So when are you planning on taking your clothes off?” I ask, while I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
He can’t tear his eyes away from my breasts. My nipples harden at his stare. He swears under his breath and tugs his shirt over his head.
“And the rest.” My mouth goes dry when I see his bulge. Walking over to him, I drop my underwear, and step out of them, stopping right in front of him.
“What is it with you boys and those tight jeans you wear, leaving nothing to the imagination?” My hands are on his ass then, pinching a little.
He seems lost for words, as his eyes roam up and down my body. He grabs a lock of my hair, pushing it behind my ear. I don’t know what comes over me. I guess I do though—he makes me feel wanted, but above all, he makes me feel brave.
I move my hand over his erection, teasing the sensitive rim with my knuckles.
He sways a little and his eyes move to the back of his head before he grabs my wrist, making me stop. “If you do that again, I’m going to blow like a horny teenager.”
He pouts, and I giggle. My heart is pounding in my chest and my hands are sweating as I try to open the button of his jeans. He lets me. There is no rush between us; I love how safe he makes me feel. I unzip his fly, the back of my fingers skim his hardness and he hisses.
He drops his jeans and boxers to the floor and we stand there smiling at each other. Then he tilts my head up before giving me a sweet kiss, taking my breath away. Leaning back a little, he asks, “You want to get in the tub, don’t you?” He winks.
“Hell yeah,” I say, pushing him back until he steps in.
He jumps from one foot to the other. “Fuck that’s hot.” He sits, grimacing as the water covers his chest. I settle across from him, my legs between his.
“You know what they say,” he states, playing with the bubbles while he settles back, his strong arms leaning on the edge of the tub. He raises one eyebrow, his sexy smirk making me smile.
I lean forward. “Some like it hot.”
He laughs, his head falling against the side. “You’re crazy, babe.” He waggles his eyebrows.
Resting my back against the tub, I let the hot water wash over me. “Crazy about you,” I say, cupping his cheek with my hand. My heart rate picks up, wondering what he’s about to say.
“Same here.” He covers my hand with his own, pressing it against his face.
We talk and laugh until our hands start to prune. He tells me about the songs he has been writing with Sterling and about the band that has asked him to fill in for their guitar player during their North America tour. Navarone isn’t sure what he should do, or if maybe he wants to stop touring all together and move to Nashville to write songs with Sterling as a duo.
“I like both of those options.” I wet my hair with the hot water.
“You do, don’t you?” he asks, grabbing my foot and pulling me toward his chest.
