Broken Little Melodies(72)

When our eyes meet, he stalks toward me with a wicked grin, looking ready to devour me in one bite. “Babe, that was the most epic rendition I’ve ever heard of any song.”

“I can’t take credit. It’s the Foo’s cover.”

“Yeah, but that sure as fuck wasn’t Dave’s voice.” He lifts me off the floor and into his arms for a brief hug. Before he sets me down, I catch just how much he enjoyed my performance. He’s rock hard.

“Now you know how I felt after I heard you the other night,” I tease before pulling my bottom lip into my mouth.

“I’m going to just…ah…head out now,” Nicki says, jumping down from the counter. “Thanks for the killer tribute, Belle. I’ll wait for you backstage.”

Watching her scurry down the steps and out the door, I start to laugh until Roman gathers me back into his arms and kisses me. It’s a fervent, lingering kiss that ignites me from head to toe. His warm tongue, coated with liquor and cinnamon gum, strokes in tandem with mine in a way that’s a mixture of desperation and desire. Soon he’s guiding me toward the back of the bus as he continues to devour my mouth in a way that makes the rest of me jealous.

“Do you have…any idea…what the sound of your voice…does to me?” he rasps out between kisses once the bedroom door closes behind us. His deft fingers peel my lacy tank top off my stomach and over my ribcage. Our lips part long enough for him to pull it up over my head, tangling it in my long curls. After he drops it on the floor, he wraps his fingers around my wrists, keeping them over my head with one hand while the other traces along my side. “Goddamn, you are so beautiful.”

His featherlight touch and dark scent mixed with the sentiment send a violent shiver racing down my spine. Everything this man does is extreme and meaningful, not unlike the boy who made love to me at camp.

There’s no hesitation when I ask myself if I love him, only when I consider saying the words out loud that could seal our fate. But I’ve been carrying that belief around for so long that I’m not even sure if it’s simply a superstitious belief created by a little girl, or an excuse to protect my heart. After all, we were separated once before…

I’m so far gone with my thoughts that I missed the fact that he’s already undressed me except for my spike heels, and now he’s finishing stripping out of his boxer briefs. When we’re both properly naked he pulls me close, dragging his lips up the curve of my neck and pressing his hot erection against my stomach. I drop my head back, a little moan slipping out through my lips.

“Baby, you have to perform that song tonight and every night on this tour.”

“What?” I ask, tipping my chin down to look him in the eye.

“The crowd will fucking eat it up, especially when they find out you’re my girl. I want the whole fucking world to experience your talent.”

“Roman, I can’t just—”

He laughs with his mouth pressed to my ear. “Why not?”

“Well for starters, it’s a copyrighted song.”

“That’s a problem for the venue.” His teeth gently clamp over my earlobe and he sucks. Oh hell that feels amazing. He draws back, grinning. “Normie can arrange everything.”

“I don’t have the proper training for that kind of thing.”

“The hell you don’t.” He hoists me up off the floor and into his arms, burying his face between my breasts. Although I still want to argue, I’m distracted by all the beautiful golden hair in front of me as he licks and bites the tender skin around my breasts. I wind my fingers through the soft locks, tugging when he plucks a nipple with his teeth.

“Say you’ll do it,” he commands, taking my other nipple between his fingers. “Say you’ll perform with me every night.” Then he pinches hard and I gasp.

“Yes, okay! Not tonight—you have to give me more time to prepare myself—and maybe not that song but…” Any rational thoughts disappear when his thick cock disappears between my legs, sliding into me with delightful ease. “Oh my shit!”

“Sorry to do this to you, babe, but we have to be quick. There’s a stadium filled with nearly a hundred thousand people expecting me.”

“Don’t ever apologize for fucking me.” I grab his jaw before ravaging his hot mouth.

We fall down to the bed together with him on top, rocking his hips with mine while kissing me with a renewed hunger. The bus sways beneath us with each of his savage thrusts. For a blissfully drawn out moment, the darkness surrounding us disappears as we become lost in each other’s bodies, achieving climax mere seconds apart.