Broken Little Melodies(47)
I’m transported back to the night when I was fifteen and agreed to be his girlfriend with one single word. Once again, it slips from my lips so suddenly that I’m not sure I really said it.
“Okay.”
Chapter Fourteen
Roman
Though Belle’s decision to give me another chance sounded reluctant, I could’ve kissed the shit out of her when the word of assent fell from her lips. Hell, I’ve been waiting for the chance to kiss her for hours. This may have started out as Reggie’s solution to helping with my stutter, but I meant every word I said. I plan to worship her body and spoil the shit out of her the way I should’ve all those years ago.
Kissing her before I’m confident that she’s ready would be an asshole move. So when we share a cab that will take her back to her apartment before I return to the hotel for the night, I keep my hands to myself and stay close to the window despite the painful hard-on pushing at my jeans that refuses to soften.
“Here on the left,” Belle tells the driver. She shifts in the seat to face me, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. She may have morphed into a sexy as hell woman, but she’s still so damn cute at times like this. “Do you…I mean it’s still early, and I think Mel’s home, so…yeah.”
A deep grin stretches across my lips. “Are you inviting me up to your place?”
“Just to talk,” she clarifies.
“To talk,” I agree with a dip of my chin.
She pays the driver and we both step out onto the snow-covered street facing a row of modest brick townhouses. The quiet neighborhood appears to be well maintained and maybe even family friendly as there’s a newer playground across the street. I’m fucking ecstatic to see she’s in a much nicer place than that shit-hole apartment in Vegas.
“I didn’t know they were forecasting this much snow,” she says over her shoulder as she leads me up a set of steps. “It would suck if your fans couldn’t make it to the concert tomorrow.”
“I don’t care who makes it as long as you’re there.”
Keys in hand, she spins around. Her expression is neutral as her eyes focus on mine. “I don’t remember agreeing to come yet.”
Oh, I’ll make you come, baby, and I don’t just mean to the concert. Clearing the deliciously dirty thought from my head, I lift one shoulder. “You will.”
“Guess you never lost your confidence.” With a short laugh, she turns back to unlock the door.
We enter into a little hallway split by a stairway going upstairs. Well preserved dark wooden floors and matching trim give the place character, although not as much as the little touches added by the two roommates. With one glance I feel more at home in her place than in any of the random apartments I’ve rented with Reggie the past few years.
Belle points at a bright rug underneath a set of hooks. “Better leave your wet shoes there or Mel will murder us both. She’s a total neat freak.”
“I can’t wait to see her again,” I say, chuckling.
As I’m kicking off my white Chucks, a smaller set of all-black Chucks fly through the air past me, landing in a heap on the rug. I was so busy admiring her body that I hadn’t noticed what kind of shoes she was wearing. Goddamn, she’s fucking perfect. Half the chicks I’ve seen over the years are into outrageously high heels and boots. Not that I’d mind seeing Belle in a pair of those, especially if she wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Mel isn’t here,” she blurts behind me. “I should’ve known—all the other lights were off.”
Once I’ve kicked off my other shoe, I slowly turn around. “If you don’t want to be alone with me, I get it. I can go.”
Shaking her head, her big brown eyes darken for a second before she comes at me, shoving me against the wall and reaching underneath my t-shirt. Holy shit. Am I dreaming? Though her hands are still chilly from being outside, the burn against my skin has me so hard that I let a small groan slip. As a delightful burn shoots through my balls, I suck in my next breath, eagerly anticipating her next move.
“Were you planning to kiss me at any point tonight?” she asks, licking her lips as her greedy fingertips trace the lines of my abs. I’m confused as shit since her voice sounds more accusatory than anything. Is it a trick question?
After several attempts to swallow, I shake my head. “I’m not doing anything unless you ask for it, baby. This time you’re calling the shots.”
Her lips part as she grinds her tight little body against mine, eyes dancing with want. The scent of sweet tequila on her breath and the perfume of her hair or whatever makes her smell so fucking good blend together in an indescribable mix. Holy shit, I want this woman even more than I wanted her when we were kids.