Rock Me(9)

“Hello, New York!” The crowd went wild.

Reese passed the microphone to Kit, offering everyone one of his trademark grins. “We're going to begin tonight with the song that started it all.” He played the first few chords of Angel and the crowd went wild. He turned his head and looked at me, finding me as if he knew just where I was. My heart lurched, then settled. Yeah, I felt as giddy as Vi.

“Because the person who inspired the song is here tonight.”

His dark gaze held mine as he began the song, sang the first line.

“Oh. My. God!” Vi squealed. “You're Angel?”

Was I? The song was about losing someone forever and Kit sang the words to me as my whole body tensed with pain. Tears gathered in my eyes and I turned my head to wipe them away. I didn’t need Vi seeing this. Or Kit, for that matter. He’d broken my heart, thrown me away. And now?

What the hell was this all about? Why was I even standing her like an idiot? Was I trying to kill myself with this? With loving him again? Because he was the same old Kit. Sexy. Intense. Mine. Deep down, he would always be mine.

Kit turned his head and got into the concert. Sang and played until he was glistening in sweat, his t-shirt clinging to his corded muscles, until his tattoos were shiny and god, so fucking hot.

Had he really written Angel about us? I'd always thought it had been about a woman dying. That one of his band mates had lost someone in a car accident or something. But no. It made sense now.

He was telling me something. No, he was telling me everything.

I stood, rooted in place, as I watched the concert. I couldn't look away from Kit. He was good. So damn good at being a rock star. He made it look easy, effortless. Sexy as hell. And when he said goodnight to the crowd, he looked at me again. This time, it wasn't over a song that spoke of love and loss, but because of something new. Something that had never gone away. Something he had to have. Craved. Needed. Me.

As his feet ate up the distance between us, I became flustered, nervous. I adjusted my shirt, which didn't need it, wiped my damp palms on my jeans. All the while, he was staring at me.

“I think I'm going to come just by the way he's looking at you.”

I heard Vi's words, the teasing tone, but I paid her no attention. I only had eyes for Kit as he lifted the guitar strap over his head and swung the instrument into his right hand. He shoved the guitar at Vi, not even stopping to make sure she caught it. He didn't slow when he got to me, only scooped me up and kissed me. The kiss in that office had been a warm up, a gentle introduction in comparison to this. His tongue plundered, his mouth devoured. People swirled around us. It was loud and crazy backstage but I didn't pay it any attention. I only tasted Kit, felt him, smelled him. I couldn't breathe. I didn't need to.

All at once, he put me down. His lips were slick, his eyes intent and so damn dark.

“You're coming with me, kitten.”

He didn't wait for me to answer, only took my hand in his and tugged me down the emergency steps and away. Where? I didn't know, but I didn't care. I was with Kit. Nothing else mattered.





Chapter 5





Kit



I had Crystal’s hand in mine and it was like a fucking time warp. Touching her was like magic and suddenly everything mattered. Shit I hadn’t cared about in forever, like whether I ate, or slept, or had any time off from our relentless tour schedule, mattered.

Time was what I needed. Time to convince her that I couldn’t live without her. Time to make up for the years of hurt. I needed her, naked in my bed, and about a thousand hours to worship every inch of her body, for starters.

Dragging her out the rear security door, I nodded at the burly guard and waved down the hired car waiting to take the band back to the hotel. We never left at the same time, and this poor bastard would be on-call until all of us were where we were supposed to be. Cole liked to flirt with the sexy groupies lined up to touch him and sign autographs for a couple hours. Reese was obsessed with his gear and would never let anyone near his fucking drums. He took them apart and put them away himself, every damn time. Tia would spend hours going over receipts and getting reports from the venue on sales figures. Riley and Sebastian would drive the sound crew crazy tweaking for tomorrow night’s concert. Our last concert on this tour. Forrest and Brian would put their feet up in the green room and party with some of the girls who’d come to the show. Everyone seemed to have something to do but me.

The driver pulled up next to us and I didn’t wait for him to get out and open the door. I jumped forward and held the door for Crystal like a fucking gentleman, her shy smile my reward.

I crawled in after her and pulled the door closed, sealing us in the dark cave.