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“Trying to set the mood?” I ask, finally able to drape my arms around his neck as he reaches me. I breathe in his scent, loving the masculine mix of amber and tobacco. “Mood for what?” I tease, knowing how badly I want him and realizing his desire must match my own.
Bordeaux pulls back from my embrace to look at me, our faces inches apart. “I’m going to have all of you tonight, Isla. Every single inch of you is mine… if you’ll let me have it.”
Those words from his perfect mouth are enough to almost send me over the edge, want and desire pooling at my center.
God, I don’t want him to go anywhere. I tried to stay composed when he told me he was leaving for tour, but one night with Bordeaux this weekend has me recklessly needing more of him—no matter the consequence of him leaving.
Bordeaux makes a move to kiss my lips, bringing his face down to meet mine. “Please,” he says. “There is no fucking way I can leave without tasting you. All of you.”
I glance up at him before bringing my mouth to his, parting his lips and exploring his mouth with my tongue. I feel his chest heave against mine and I love knowing the effect I have on him.
“You don’t have to say please, B.” I run my hands under his shirt, the candlelight flickering against his skin as I trail my hands up and down his smooth stomach, sneaking just two fingers under the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. I look up at him, and I swear to God there’s an uncontrollable passion in his eyes, electric and untamable. “You never have to ask.”
He picks me up in one swift motion and spins me around as I hook my legs around his waist.
“I want to show you everything first, so I’m going to make us both wait,” he says on a sigh. “But I promise you, you won’t leave here wanting.” He smiles, setting me down and leading me through what appears to be the lobby of the studio.
I want him so desperately, I’m practically salivating at the thought of him deep inside me, his words from the other night ringing in my mind. I could do things to you that you’ve only read about. I want to know exactly the things he’s talking about. I want him to claim every single inch of me like he says he will, and I want it now. But I know this is important to him, so I’ll wait. I just don’t know how long I’ll be able to with how sexy he looks in those dark, fitted jeans and white shirt that cuffs perfectly to reveal his bulging biceps. His hair is perfectly placed, the longer strands on top fanning backward. He’s beyond sexy; he’s full-blown seductive and alluring, erotic and intoxicating.
I’ve been attracted to him since I met him, but it’s like a switch has been flipped inside of me after this weekend. Our fake date turned real has left me spiraling out of control, the feelings I initially thought I’d have to fake turned into so much more, and so quickly.
“I’m assuming no one else is coming while we’re here? I’m sure we’re breaking a hell of a lot of fire codes,” I say, trying to calm my raging hormones with conversation that doesn’t have to do with him inside of me.
“Nope. Rented the space out for the night. I called in a quick favor and luckily, the person who was going to be here is a friend of mine and agreed to give it up tonight,” Bordeaux says as we enter a small room with what I know to be a sound-mixing area. I’ve seen recording spaces before for school.
“I know you’re about to sing for me,” I tell him and, to my complete shock, Bordeaux blushes.
I’ve yet to see this man ever blush. It seems like nothing phases him; he’s a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, cocky, self-assured, and confident. But me asking him to sing for me makes him blush?
“What?” I ask as he smiles. “You don’t want to?”
“I’ll get in there and sing for you if you get in there and sing for me when I’m done,” he says, almost like he’s daring me.
Before I can think better of it, I tell him, “You have a deal.”
Jesus. Did I really just agree to sing for a rockstar? Why yes, I sure did.
Bordeaux heads over to the sound-mixing area and flips a few buttons before turning back to me. “Do you have any requests?”
Is this the part where I tell him I’m still not exactly super familiar with Reckless Desires’ music? I’m into softer sounds, and while Reckless Desires isn’t the heaviest music, it’s sure as hell heavier than my taste.
“Sing me a song that makes you think of me,” I say, and although it’s definitely in my personality to be confident, I’m normally not this forward. Something about him brings it out in me.
Nodding, he heads into the booth with a grin. After he adjusts a pair of headphones on his head, he starts singing a song with no music behind him. He’s doing it entirely acapella, and I’m sucked in, totally memorized from the moment he parts his lips.
There was a time I knew I’d give it all up,
Stop chasing far away dreams,
Thought if I could just get out of the rut, unstuck,
Simpler things would come to me.
But my hands don’t shake like they used to,
Not since I met her, met her that day.
And my heart doesn’t hurt like it used to,
