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With her eyes on me, they grow large as she sees the expression on my face, and she blushes. She knows what’s coming, and damn, if I can’t get to her fast enough.
Slamming into her, my arms wrap around her and pick her up off the floor as my mouth crashes down, locking us together from head to toe. Her hand lands on my hat to keep it from falling off and her legs wrap around my waist.
Backstage, cheering erupts around us, and I just don’t care. She smells clean, like strawberries, and she tastes like candy. Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I just can’t get close enough.
“We need to leave,” I mumble into her lips.
“You need to shower.” She scrunches up her nose.
She giggles and I pull back to stare into her gorgeous face. Damn, she takes my breath away every single time.
“You joining me?” I ask with pure intent in my eyes.
She tips my hat back a little, tightens her legs around me, and leans forward to press a soft kiss against my lips.
“Yes.”
ASH HAD DRIVEN us to the show, so as soon as it ended, we bee-lined for the exit and ran hand in hand to his truck in the parking lot.
“You were amazing tonight,” I say as he opens my door and helps me in.
“You think so?” He gives me a lopsided smile, telling me he already knows he was.
“I know so,” I grin back at him.
Shutting the door, he jogs around to his side, climbs in, and quickly drives us out the back entrance. His hand reaches over the console, finds mine, and brings it back to his leg. My fingers dig into his thigh and he tenses under my touch. No words are said, and within fifteen minutes, we’re at his condo, up the elevator, and walking through the front door. He leans back, slamming it shut, and Whiskey runs over. Both of us ignore him. Both of us know exactly what the other wants.
“I need to touch you, bad,” his voice hoarse and filled with yearning.
My eyes drop down and look at his hands. They’re tight-fisted next to his sides. So many moments with his hands flash before me: the gentle way he holds my hand, how he tucks my hair behind my ear, and after tonight, how he fingers the strings of the guitar.
I’m not afraid of his hands. I’m infatuated with them.
“I’m not going to hurt you . . . ever,” he says, watching me, mistaking my silence for something else.
“I know.” And I do, with complete certainty, that I never need to be afraid of him.
“Please, Avery.” He takes a step closer to me and ducks his head down so the rim of his hat rests against my forehead. His fingers just barely run over the fabric of my skirt at my hip before he places both of his hands in mine. The heat from his body blankets over me, warming me, and my skin flushes in response.
“Okay,” I whisper. A small gasp escapes him and his body stiffens.
“You need to tell me. Tell me where I can touch you and where I can’t. Because, Avery, darlin’, I want to touch you everywhere.” His head tilts and his lips skim over my neck. Goosebumps run across my skin.
“Ava,” I whisper, stepping even closer to him.
“What?” he pulls back, confused.
“I want you to call me Ava.” Releasing his hand, I grab his hat and toss it onto the hall table. His hair is wet with sweat and sticks up everywhere.
He licks his lips. “Why? I know your real name now.”
My hand drifts over the side of his face, down his neck, and settles on his chest. His heart is pounding through his shirt, and it feels so vibrant, so strong. “Because when I’m with you, I don’t feel like the Avery I’ve become. I really like how I feel with you, I feel like I’m me, and I haven’t truly been me for a long time.”
He regards me for a few seconds as he thinks about this, his blue eyes searching mine. “Ava it is then.”
Bending over, his hand finds my calf and slides up to the back of my knee. He lifts it, grabs the heel of my boot, and pulls it off, dropping it to the floor. Grabbing my other knee, he does the same, and kicks his off next to mine.
Standing in front of me, I look him over from head to toe. The t-shirt pulls just enough across the muscles of his chest to highlight his strength, and it tapers down to show off his narrow hips that just barely hold up these black jeans. Heat rushes up to the edge of my skin.
