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Three months later...
Chloe checks her watch again. Less than a minute has passed since the last time she checked. She gets up and paces the dressing room then sits down again.
It’s been a little over six weeks since she saw Tate in Barcelona and it’s been the longest six weeks she can remember. Each day had dragged by painfully slow.
She looks at her watch again and curses herself. This is the last night of the tour. They arrived back in Dublin earlier in the day but Ellen had scheduled an interview shortly after he landed so he couldn’t see her until he gets to the venue. He’s due on stage in two hours, after which he’s all hers for the whole of January and she cannot wait.
She is so looking forward to spending their first Christmas together. She’d already decided to have the Christmas party at Tate’s house and Becca was in total agreement - unlike Tate. He wasn’t overly keen about the party full stop, let alone in his house, but he eventually gave in. In a break from their usual tradition, Tate’s family would be landing at his doorstop tomorrow evening.
In truth, Chloe can’t wait. The Archer’s had welcomed her as part of the family. Not a day went by while he was gone without either Becca or Bria getting in touch with her. Her fortnightly shopping trips with Bria were something she looked forward to greatly.
She hears voices outside and smiles as the door opens. Tate steps inside and shuts the door, locking it behind him. It doesn’t matter how many times she sees him, she’ll never be able to get enough of the six-foot-three, well-built, tattooed, stunning rock star who right now is looking at her in a way that means trouble.
‘Hi.’
Instead of responding, he grabs her around the waist, pressing her back against the wall as his mouth finds hers. His kiss is desperate as his hands seem to touch everywhere at once. She pulls at his t-shirt and he tears it off, throwing it across the room. Chloe looks at his chest and her smile grows. There’s a matching black bar through his left nipple.
‘I’m going to have to watch what I say around you.’
‘No touching until it heals. You go pulling on that and there’s a strong chance you’ll see a grown man cry. It won’t be pretty.’
She slowly runs her hands down his chest, taking care not to touch the new piercing. He looked sexy as hell with one, having the second one pierced elevates him to a whole new level of sex appeal.
Chloe kisses the original piercing, flicking her tongue across the metal bar as he reaches down to open her jeans. She gasps as he slips a finger inside, followed by another. Chloe writhes against his hand as she fumbles with his belt, desperate to touch him. Once the belt has been dealt with, she unfastens his jeans and takes him in her hand through his boxers. She slips her hand under the waistband and runs her thumb over the tip.
He hisses as she pulls against the piercing. ‘Jesus, Chloe. Keep that up and I’ll be ripping your fucking jeans off, bending you over, and burying my cock in you so hard and deep you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.’
She smiles and flicks her tongue across the bar in his nipple. ‘Go on then. I dare you.’
∞
That’s all it takes to convince him to do just that. Then again, it wouldn’t take more than seeing Chloe for him to want to get his hands all over her.
Tate glances at the door, making sure he locked it properly then carries her over to the counter that serves as a dressing table. He pulls off her shirt and unfastens her bra, throwing them behind him somewhere, then rips her jeans down her legs and bends her over the dressing table. He kicks her legs apart then slips a finger inside. She feels better than he remembers. Warm and wet and begging for attention.
