Page 27 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“So anything will do?”
“No, princess. Only you.”
His lips fasten to mine on the last word, his tongue seeking entrance, running along mine when I let him in. I moan, the sound captured in the fusion of our lips but loud enough to encourage him to grip the fabric covering my hips.
With both hands, he boosts me, and I wind my legs around his hips while he settles me on the sink. His erection presses against the seam of my pants, tempting me to rage against the fabric still separating us. Breaking the kiss, he drags hot, open-mouthed kisses back to my ear, his teeth tugging at the sensitive skin of my neck. I find the back of his head with my fingers and run my nails lightly along the hairline until a trail of goose bumps ripples across his skin.
“Fuck.” He moans and rubs against the light contact, encouraging me to repeat the motion.
“Do you like that?”
His response is another tease of his lips while he cups my breast through the thin Just One Yesterday T-shirt I’m wearing. Since I’m not wearing a bra, his thumb drags along the nipple, and I bend backward to give him more access to the area, luxuriating in the repetition of his caress.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” The timbre of his deep voice resonates in my core and creates a pulsing response.
“Yes.”
“I want you. Right here, right now.”
“Yes,” I moan again. “Now. Here.”
“There’s no escaping this time.”
Escape? Who’s thinking about escape?
“Ev? You in there? Five minutes.” Chris pounds once on the door.
Evan and I break apart like guilty teenagers once again.
“We’ll pick this back up later,” I say, sliding off the counter, unsurprised when he doesn’t back up or give me space.
“We will definitely pick this back up later,” he says. “The only question is your room or mine?”
CHAPTER 7
EVAN
If someone were to ask me about our first show since Noah’s departure, I’d probably stumble all over the lack of details I retained. The set blurs into a mass of cheers from the crowd, the elation that hits every time we play our music, and the way Lilah’s voice blends with mine.
Lilah.
Fuck.
After talking to Chris, I spent the week trying to work up the nerve to call her. But what if it was only the heat of the moment sparking for her when the heat simmered inside me constantly?
I got my answer tonight though. Leaning against the bathroom wall, I willed myself not to puke. Then she was rushing in and dropping in front of me like a gift from heaven made for sin. Sky-high red heels, black leather pants molding to every mouth-watering curve, and a band T-shirt tied with a mass of knots at the back rather than the fabric that used to be there.
But it was the way she cupped my face that did it for me, the genuine concern so clear in her big hazel eyes. She doesn’t hate me any more than I hate her. And now that our encore is over, I have plans. Ones involving my hotel room and both of us naked.
The crowd is still cheering beyond the closed curtain when I spin from the mic and meet her at the side of her setup. I don’t give her a chance to say anything. I just pick up the kiss right where we left off, not giving a fuck that we’re in full view of the guys and anyone else wandering backstage.
Gliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, I wait for her to let me in, fusing my mouth to hers when she finally opens on a gasp. Her fingers are clenched in the fabric of my shirt, and the little whimper that escapes when I yank her against me adds more fuel to the fire. By the time I finally gentle the kiss to break it, we’re the only two band members on stage, surrounded only by the crew tearing down the equipment around us.
“Wow.” Her word is a breath of air against the fingers she lifts to the swollen flesh of her lips.
My dick punches against my zipper, and I grit my teeth at the need to pull her in for more.
“I want you.”
