I close my eyes. My name on his lips brings my mere existence back to life again. When his hand presses to my cheek, I open my eyes.
“I don’t deserve you.”
I rest my hand on his chest. I’ve never felt his heartbeat in dreams. “You really don’t.” I grin through my tears.
He smiles back. It’s sad and filled with uneasiness. “Can I keep you anyway?”
Leaning forward, I rest my ear next to my hand on his chest. It’s such a beautiful sound, such a perfect feeling, such an unforgettable moment.
“I’ve always been yours, Theodore Reed.”
My name is Scarlet Stone, and I am alive.
EPILOGUE
Theodore
“Are you nervous?”Scarlet asks as I grab my faded jeans and slip them on.
“Of course not.” I’m fucking terrified.
She hops off the stool and saunters toward me. My dick’s hard in less than three seconds. It’s not a good time to get an erection. Her finger traces down the lines of my chest, over my abs, stopping at the waistband of my briefs.
“I’m not jealous,” she whispers, looking up at me through thick eyelashes.
“You shouldn’t be.” I hold completely still.
Why is she sliding her finger past my waistband? I glance at the clock on the wall next to the door.
Four minutes. I have four minutes. I need more than that to properly fuck her.
“Just remember…” she tugs the waistband down an inch, her hand totally ignoring the pulsing head of my cock “…when bras and knickers land on the stage…” her finger traces the script “…you belong tome.”
I close my eyes. For the love of God… this woman likes to torture me. But I love it when she admires my tattoo.
I don’t deserve Scarlet…
but she’s still mine.
Scarlet is in red. The rest is in black.
“Now, finish getting dressed and go be a rock star.”
I look up at the ceiling and shake my head. “Sure, Scar… I can’t fasten my fucking pants now, but I’m sure the over 18,000 fans in this sold-out venue won’t notice.”
She presses a kiss to my chest then digs her teeth into my tense muscle.
I groan. “Not helping.”
“How much time do you have?” She kisses her way down my chest.
“Not enough.” My chin drops to my chest, jaw slack. I thread my fingers through her long curls, ready to protest.
“How. Long?” She frees my cock as she gets on her knees.
Fucking hell! “Two minutes,” I pant.
She runs her tongue along the hard vein then circles the head of it, her wicked intentions twinkling in her eyes. “I only need one.”
