Page 162 of Forbidden Lyrics

“Are you having fun, though?” he questions. “On tour?”

I smile softly as the memories from the past three months wash over me. “I wouldn’t change it for the world, Gibbs.”

“Good.” He tangles our fingers together. “Because they want us to join them for the Asian portion of the tour now, too.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s…that’s insane, Gibson. It feels like a dream.”

He nods his agreement but doesn’t comment as he takes another few glugs of vodka.

“Tell me something,” I begin. “Would you do it all again? The tour? Everything?”

“Of course.” He leans closer, breathing me in.

“So you’re not mad I got you on that stage all those months ago?”

Dragging his nose along the column of my throat, he softly growls, “Nope.”

I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to my sensitive skin. “Or the fact that I most definitely eavesdropped in your house when I came to hang out with Reese that first time?”

His teeth scrape against my earlobe. “Nope.”

“How ‘bout the time I went to a party with Fen, and you had to come save me?”

With a low growl, he hooks his opposite hand around my waist and drags me a few inches closer to him. “Definitely not.”

“You sure?” I prod, my stupid insecurities getting the best of me.

“Look around, Dovey. If you weren’t there to push me all of those times, I would’ve never wound up here. Living my dream with the love of my life. Now, come here and kiss me. Drunk sex is fun.”

Laughing, I snake my arm around his neck and pull him closer. “You want to have sex out here? In the open?”

“Says the girl who let me eat her out between houses and blew me in a closet at our first concert.”

“Gibbs!” I screech, smacking his back.

His low chuckle makes my insides tighten before he lays me back on the hood of the bus and kisses me slowly, making me forget why I was outraged in the first place. As long as he keeps touching me, I’ll be a happy camper.

“So, that’s all it takes, huh?” he whispers, peppering kisses along every inch of exposed skin.

“Huh?” I ask, my mind hazy.

“A few well-placed kisses and you’re putty in my hands.”

“It’s the alcohol,” I lie, tilting my head to one side.

“Uh-huh. Sure.” His hand travels up to my breast before squeezing softly. “And what’s your excuse for all the other times we’ve made love?”

Made love.

Swoon!

With a soft moan, I arch my back and peek up at him, my emotions wreaking havoc on my insides. The moon is high, casting a faint shadow that covers most of his handsome features. But I can still see his eyes and the love that shines back at me. A love that I never thought I was worthy of. A love that made it through one of the most crippling situations I could’ve ever imagined. A love that’s mine. All mine.

And so is he. For the rest of our lives. Through concerts and future babies. In sickness and in health. Forever.

“Love you, Dovey,” he murmurs as if reading my mind.

“Love you too, Gibbs.”

And I really do.

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