With her mind reeling and her heart pounding out of her chest, she stared forward, hardly moving. Cam really planned on keeping her in his life after the tour ended. He wanted to go to Paris with her in little over a month. He wanted her.
He lifted her hand, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. “You’re really quiet. Did I scare you?”
“No,” she said automatically even though she suspected a small part of the adrenaline pumping through her body at that moment came from fear. Fear of being in a relationship with someone who she actually wanted as much as she wanted her next breath. Fear that he’d realize she wasn’t worth his affection. Mostly, though, she was in shock that he had gone through all this trouble for her. She had never felt so loved. In fact, it was the complete opposite of anything she had ever felt from anyone in her life and the feeling was overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her onto his lap. “Are we still okay?”
“We’re perfect, better than okay.” She kissed him softly on the lips, and then pulled back an inch, hovering just out of reach.
“I wasn’t trying to push you into anything. You can say no to Paris if you think it’s too much, too soon.”
“Like I said, it’s perfect.” She shifted her body so that her legs straddled his waist. “But there is one thing you overlooked.”
“Hm?” His fingers danced along her arms and then down the sides of her body as he showered her jaw line, her neck and her shoulder with slow, seductive kisses that made her melt. “What’s that?”
Her hands found the bottom of his shirt and she pulled it over his head wanting to feel and see his beautiful, golden skin. “I always imagined that one of the perks of dating a rock star included getting my very own song.”
He laughed, a wry smile slanting across his face as his fingers untied the knot holding up the back of her shirt. It fell down, pooling in her lap and exposing her bare breasts. “That’s an interesting theory, but if that’s what you want, you’re dating the wrong member of Chasing Ruin.”
“Right, Jax writes most of the songs,” she murmured, angling her body so that she could feel the friction between their bared skin as she subtly rubbed against him. “Women really love him and his . . .”
“His what?” he asked looking displeased.
“His sexy, sensitive side.”
“Jax isn’t the only sexy member of Chasing Ruin.”
“I agree. You’re definitely sexier than him. No contest.” She held in a laugh when she saw the satisfied smile tickling the edge of his lips. “So no new inspiration to write lyrics, huh?” she teased, pressing her body into his, loving the feeling of them melding together.
“Plenty.” Eliminating any space between them, he pressed his lips against hers, demanding everything she had to give and more. It was a hard, possessive kiss that left her breathless and flooded her with sensation.
Holding her close, he stood and carried her to the bed. He eased her back onto the bed, never fully breaking contact with her. “So about this song,” he whispered as nibbled along her mouth to her collarbone and back up to her neck. “I’ve been thinking…”
“In the last couple minutes,” she said absently as she felt his body lift from hers and he slipped her pants down her legs, trailing kisses down her legs.
“Yes,” he chuckled.
“About the song?”
He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. “I think it could go something like this.” He hooked his thumbs into his navy boxer briefs and slid them down his hips and her mind was on anything but the song he wanted to discuss.
He covered his body with hers, his legs between hers, his face resting against her chest as he looked up at her through his dark eyelashes and he started to sing. His voice was low, raspy and filled with emotion.
I was lost, so far gone
Regretting everything and everyone
Not quite broken
Not quite whole
Then your eyes found mine
Bright as the stars
Branded in our hearts
Burning into my soul
Filling my emptiness
With every look, every breath, every kiss
You give me a reason to live again
You redeem me
You redeem me
Nothing except the sound of their breath dancing between them filled the room; almost like the chorus to the lyrics he had just finished singing. She had nothing to add. Words escaped her because she felt as if she could have sang them to him. The song was simple, perfect and beyond compare. “Did you just make that up right now?” she finally whispered hating to break the moment.