Burying her head into his chest, she inhaled deeply. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for the rest of the night.”
“Just for a couple of hours. We’ll have fun.”
She frowned and he couldn’t stop himself from taking the opportunity to kiss her sweet pouty lips. She nipped at his lip and then pulled his bottom lip into her mouth sucking it.
“Mm…” he murmured, low and husky, as he rolled on top of her. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as he coaxed her lips open. His tongue brushed against hers repeatedly until she moaned into his mouth. Taylor drove him crazy in a really good way.
He pulled back and kissed the tip of her nose and each of her eyelids. “Don’t pout,” he commented with a teasing lilt in his voice. Sitting up, he adjusted his clothes. “Get dressed. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
“Where are we going?” she asked rolling to her side.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
Exactly thirty minutes later Cam opened the adjoining door between their hotel rooms. Taylor stood in front of the closet dressed in a black-cropped top with sheer lace covering her stomach and black skinny jeans. She was deciding between two pairs of shoes.
“Definitely the black strappy heels,” Cam muttered more to himself than her. He had all kinds of ideas for those shoes later tonight.
Taylor looked up, smiling at him from under thick black lashes. Her dark blue eyes were incredibly sexy, especially when she looked at him like that.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of partial to the ballet flats,” she laughed. “But if you like the heels, I’ll wear them.”
“The heels,” he said again, smiling playfully.
Bending, she slid on the heels, buckling them around her ankles.
When she stood up, Cam closed the space between them, pulling her hips against his. “You look amazing.”
She grinned back at him. “So do you. I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything except jeans. You clean up nice.”
Cam was glad she noticed. He wanted the night to be special, so he’d exchanged his normal worn jeans for black pants and a dark blue collared shirt. He’d rolled up the sleeves exposing his forearms, but he wasn’t sure if he liked the way he looked. It felt too formal and confining, but if Taylor liked it, so did he.
“Thanks,” he said grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”
When they stepped out of the room, Jax and Bre were standing outside their hotel room three doors down.
“Cam,” Bre said smiling and then her eyes dropped to Cam and Taylor’s interlaced hands before she met his eyes. Cam recognized that look—stunned disbelief.
Fuck. Cam dropped Taylor’s hand and he quickened his pace, hoping Taylor would follow his lead. He didn’t want to deal with Jax or Bre’s questions, mostly because he couldn’t answer them. No, that wasn’t true. He wasn’t ready to answer any questions about Taylor.
He tried to stay away from Taylor for the past five days thinking that if he backed off a bit, he wouldn’t want her. But, unfortunately, by day four he was coming out of his skin. Every second he couldn’t touch her made him increasingly on edge to the point where he had little enthusiasm for the show last night. Normally, being on stage was his only escape from his fucked up life where he could focus on playing music and all his regrets melted away, but that didn’t happen last night. All he could think about was making it to Las Vegas so he could have some time alone with Taylor again.
“Hey,” he nodded at Jax and Bre, pausing in front of them. “What are you two doing tonight?” he asked, not even remotely interested in the answer. Too bad he couldn’t just keep walking and pretend as if he hadn’t seen them.
“We have dinner reservations,” Jax answered smiling at Bre. “What about you?”
Cam looked over his shoulder. Taylor stood about ten feet away, purposely not joining the discussion. “Not sure. I might meet up with Marcus and Alec and go to a few clubs or gamble.”
“Taylor,” Jax said looking over Cam’s shoulder. “Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine with whatever,” she answered shrugging her shoulders.
“Have you eaten?” Bre asked.
“No,” Cam said rocking back on his heels.
Bre looked at Jax. “You can join us.”
“No, thanks. We’re good.” He didn’t want to get sucked into dinner with Bre and Jax. He had spent the last thirty minutes scrambling to make plans and they didn’t include spending the night with Jax and Bre.