Cam stepped behind her, pressing his chest into her back, his fingers digging into her hips. Smiling wickedly, he planted a hard kiss on the side of her neck. “When you look like that, I’m tempted to beg you not to shower, but then other guys would see you like this and get all sort of ideas, and I’m not willing to share; not today.” He ran his nose along the side of her neck and goose bumps scattered along her arms and across her collarbone. “See you soon,” he said lightly biting her earlobe before he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
She dropped her head into her hands. She was so screwed.
CHAPTER SIX
Cam handed Taylor’s luggage to some roadies lingering outside the bus. He was so fucked—even more than usual. Alec would kill him if he even suspected what happened last night or this afternoon with his sister. Hell, so would Jax and Marcus.
When he stepped onto the bus, Jax, Alec and Marcus were sitting at the small rectangular table across from the sleek galley kitchen.
“Where’s Tay?” Alec asked standing up to look over Cam’s shoulder. “She hasn’t answered any of my texts this morning. Have you seen her?”
“I just grabbed her luggage from her room. She said she’d meet us on the bus in a couple minutes.” Cam stretched out on the brown leather sofa positioned at the front of the bus. Other than the cramped sleeping bunks, Cam didn’t mind staying on the bus when the band traveled. It was nicer than any place he had lived before the band was signed.
“You were in her room?” Alec asked opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water. He tapped the bottle against his leg watching Cam.
“Yes.” Cam crossed his ankle over his other leg. “That’s the deal, right? She’s my babysitter for the remainder of the tour. I go wherever she goes and vice versa.”
“Hey,” Taylor said softly as she stepped onto the bus. Her hair was still damp and her face was bare. She looked a lot softer and more approachable without makeup. Cam decided he liked her that way, not that she didn’t take his breath away normally.
“Did you sleep late?” Alec asked.
“Yeah. I guess I was tired and I lost track of the time,” Taylor answered sitting down next to Cam, her leg brushing against his. He wanted to wrap his arm around her shoulder and pull her flush against his side, but that wouldn’t happen today or any day in the near future. The guys couldn’t find out what happened between them.
“Are we ready to go?” Marcus said walking to the front of the bus to peer into the driver’s seat.
“Yep,” Jax said shuffling a deck of cards.
“Where’s Bre?” Cam asked.
“On the other bus,” Jax answered. “She’s painting today and she doesn’t want to be interrupted. She kicked me out.”
“She’s like that,” Cam laughed, but it sounded bitter. He remembered how secretive she was about painting or sketching. Wistfully, he wished he didn’t remember that or a million other quirks about her, but it was too late for wishes. Tarnished memories or not, Bre’s habits, likes and dislikes were burned into his brain. Life sucked that way sometimes.
Marcus and Alec sat down at the table again. “Are you in?” Marcus asked, gesturing toward Cam.
“What are you playing?” Cam leaned forward looking at the stack of chips spread across the table.
“Poker. Texas hold ‘em.”
“Nah, maybe later.” He didn’t think he could concentrate with Taylor in the room, not with his mind still spinning from what happened in her hotel room and his fingers still burning to touch her.
Leaning back, Cam stretched his legs out in front of him and tipped his head to the ceiling. With her taste still on his tongue and her scent swirling around him, beckoning him to touch her, he felt as if he were losing his mind. He closed his eyes, trying to forget that she sat next him, but then his mind zeroed in on every soft breath leaving her mouth and he started envisioning everything he’d like to do with her. No, this wouldn’t work. He couldn’t sit there feigning indifference. In a few more minutes, he’d shove her down on the sofa and finish what they started earlier; Alec, Jax and Marcus be damned.
Cam jumped up. “I’m going to watch a movie.” The guys didn’t say anything as he passed their table, but he could feel Taylor’s eyes singeing the skin on his back.
He passed the bathroom and the stacked bunks on either side of the bus, making his way to the rear. Unlike other tour buses that had a bedroom in the rear, this one had an L-shaped sofa and a flat screen television. Jax and Bre had their own bus so the guys opted for another lounge space rather than a private bedroom.