Broken Little Melodies(49)

Her cheeks flush. “You’re assuming I’m still attracted to you.”

With one step, I wrap her up in my arms and draw my face down to meet hers, our mouths tauntingly close. She sucks in a deep breath, looking down at my lips while licking her own.

“The magic is still there, sweetheart,” I say with a dark growl. “I could see it in your eyes all night, every damn time you looked at me. Now that we’re older, I have a feeling we’re going to blow each other’s fucking minds. I was your first lover, and I plan on doing whatever it takes to convince you that I should be your last. Like I said, I want to make it up to you for hurting you all those years ago, even if that means I have to spend the next six months with my tongue buried between your legs.”

“Oh…my…shit,” she mutters in a breathy voice. Her lidded gaze flickers between mine and my mouth like she’s waiting for me to kiss her.

“There’s nothing sexy about sharing a cramped bus with a bunch of smelly guys, but there’ll be nights here and there that we can stay in a hotel so I can properly worship your smoking hot body.” I pause for a moment, reveling in her shallow, uneven breaths, knowing she’s ready to give in. “I can’t promise you a glamorous life, but I can promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“I need…oh god…” she pants, digging her fingertips into my back. “Kiss me, Roman.”

“Are you sure?” I ask with a smirk.

She looks half asleep when she nods, rising to her tiptoes. I set one hand on the back of her head beneath her thick hair and slowly bring my lips down to meet her mouth, pressing a dusting kiss against her lips. It’s a tease, a test of our limits and desires. My dick begs for more, but it’s important that she’s the one calling the shots.

As I start to pull back, a nearly demonic sound falls from her lips. Her arms wrap around my neck, dragging me down to her for another kiss—this one bruising and fervent with tongues and scraping of teeth. With the first taste of her sweet breath and stroke of her soft lips, I’m a goner. It’s all I ever wanted since the day I left Vegas, and I don’t know how the hell I’ll ever stop myself from fantasizing about this moment every minute of every day that follows for the rest of my life.

She’s exceptionally small in my arms, fragile. When I gently thrust my hips against her I almost worry she’ll break—at least mentally. But I need more of her. I need to bury myself balls deep and remind her how good it was before everything fell apart. As much as I try to hold back, my body takes over. I’m suddenly grabbing onto her tight ass, lifting her up to straddle my waist.

She tugs my hat off my head and buries her fingers inside my hair, scraping her nails over the base of my skull while sucking my tongue so damn hard that I can’t manage a clear or rational thought. Then she’s moaning into my mouth in a throaty sound that nearly has me jizzing in my pants, and my fucking mind goes black.

“Belle…fuck!” I snarl, panting heavily against her swollen lips. “I need you, baby. Let me fill you. Let me remind you how fucking amazing we are together.”

“No,” she says quietly, leaning in so our foreheads are pressed together. “Before I let you back into my life that way, I need to sleep on this crazy-ass idea. We both do. In separate beds where we aren’t tempted to do more of this.”

“I won’t change my mind.”

She lets out a little sigh and pulls away. “Let me go, Roman.”

I tighten my grip on her ass. “No fucking way. I was dumb enough to let you go once. I won’t do it again.”

“I mean set me down,” she clarifies, following up with a quiet, unhumored laugh.

“Oh.” I help her back to her feet, feeling pained the moment her body’s away from mine. “Regardless of what you decide about going on this tour, will you at least be there tomorrow night?”

Her tender lips quirk with a cute little smile. “I suppose I better find out if you’re any good before I agree to this insane idea.”

“Thank fuck,” I cheer, tipping my head back. At this point my stutter is the furthest thing from my mind. I doubt I could function in general if she hadn’t agreed to be there. Snatching her back into my arms, I kiss the side of her head. “I’ll make the arrangements. All you have to do is show your ID at the gate a few hours before the show and they’ll escort you backstage.”

“Just because I’m agreeing to be there doesn’t mean anything, except that I’m your friend and I want to be there for you. What you’re asking…it’s pretty major. Forty-eight hours isn’t exactly enough time to put my ducks in a row for the next half a year.”