I wasn’t sure where to start. His entire body was covered in tattoos. I’d seen the images on his chest, abs, and arms. That much ink would give my mother heart palpitations for days and send my father into an apoplectic fit. My instincts urged me to pretend like I hadn’t seen a thing and carry on like nothing had happened.
I opened my mouth, ready to make small talk, but immediately closed it again. I’d been looking for a change, something to jerk me straight out of my comfort zone and remind me what it felt like to live again. My chance meeting withHendrix was the catalyst. It had to be. And I could choose to embrace it and create a memory that I’d be able to look back on and enjoy for the rest of my life or ignore the feelings stacking up inside me and play it safe.
“Daisy? You okay?” His dark brown eyes filled with apprehension. He took a step to the side while he held my gaze. “I’m just going to grab some shorts real quick.”
“Don’t.”
He squinted across the few feet that separated us. “Don’t what?”
I worried at my bottom lip with my teeth. This was it. My moment had come. It was time to find out if I could be spontaneous.
“Don’t put anything on.” I took a cautious step toward him, afraid I was going to do something that would prove I was way out of my comfort zone.
The surprise in his eyes gave way to an intense heat. “You don’t have to do this, sweetheart.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t know what you feel like you owe me, but we’re even.” He shook his head and reached for his shorts.
“Oh my god. You don’t want me,” I whispered. Shame flooded through me. I’d misread his morning wood for attraction. I was so stupid.
“What?” Within seconds he stood in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks and gently forcing me to meet his gaze. “Why the hell would you ever think that?”
I glanced toward the ceiling. “It’s okay. I’m not very good at this.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve been hard for you since the second I laid eyes on you. You see this?” He reached down to wrap his hand around his shaft.
My gaze followed. The ink covering his chest and torso continued down his stomach. Holy big banana. My eyes widened at the sight of his thick, rigid cock, then almost bugged out of my head at the piercing near the top.
“If this isn’t proof of how much I want you, then?—”
I cut off his words when my mouth captured his. Liquid fire flowed through my veins. His rough palms skimmed over my shoulders. One hand cupped the back of my neck, and he gently gripped my throat. Then he pulled me closer, sealing our lips together. Devouring my mouth with his.
A deep ache pulsed between my thighs. I’d never felt desire like this. Knowing this was the only time we’d have together intensified everything. My senses struggled to process every illicit sensation and catalog them for later: the scent of his cologne, the rough pads of his fingertips grazing my skin, and the sound of the low moans rumbling through his chest.
I’m not sure how we got there, but the backs of my legs hit the side of the bed. Without breaking our kiss, Hendrix swept me off my feet and set me down in the middle of the pile of sheets. He climbed on top of me, propping himself up on an elbow while he worked a hand under my shirt and urged it up over my breasts.
Eager to feel his skin on mine, I undid the button of my jeans and pushed them past my hips. He took over, kissing his way down my collarbone, past the shirt bunched up around my neck, and pausing to delve his tongue into the deep cleft between my cleavage.
My nipples immediately tightened with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to lose my bra and give him unfettered access to every part of me.
“What the hell is that?” Hendrix looked up at me when he reached my navel. The sides of his mouth curved up in amusement.
I hadn’t planned on anyone seeing my underwear today. If I’d known I was going to be rocked by the roadie, I would have worn my matching, lacy La Perla set instead of the comfy cotton undies with dog paws and “I like it ruff” printed all over them.
“You’re not supposed to see those. Just ignore them.” I reached down to push my pants and underwear off my legs.
“No way. I had no idea you’d like things rough.” He traced the outline of one of the paws with his pointer finger.
My skin tingled under his touch. I wasn’t sure I could handle his version of rough. I was starting to think I might not be able to handle him at all based on the thick steel pipe resting against my thigh.
“I’m thinking we ought to work our way up to rough. Is that okay with you?” He arched a brow.
My mouth went drier than a cracked riverbed during a Texas drought. Pinned in place by the force of his gaze, all I could do was nod and silently beg him to go easy on me.
He traced another dog paw, this one lower and closer to the apex of my thighs. My core quivered. Then he traced another, using his tongue instead. I couldn’t tell what was making my panties wetter… the desire pulsing through me or his mouth moving over my mound. He hadn’t even touched me down there yet, and I was on the verge of coming just from sheer anticipation.
“Your undies are soaked through.”
