I tremble.
My thumb brushes along his sharp jawline. Gripping his cheek, I pull his lips to mine. That seems to wake him. My touch, once soft and innocent, turns hungry and heated as he lets me take the lead.
Elijah groans low in his throat, hands in my bedhead, tugging just enough to make me gasp. He takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth, dominating my own to his dance.
One of his hands slides down to my waist, rocking me against his groin to a delicious rhythm. I finally break away when the heat is too much that I’m afraid I might burn.
Flushed, wide-eyed, lips swollen, he murmurs, “I want to wake up like that every day.”
My leg hooks around his hip, which I know tortures him. But I don’t care because I’ve found my new obsession—teasing him. “Only if you’re a good boy.”
His groan rumbles from his chest like a beast. Before he can say or do anything, someone bangs on the door, startling both of us.
“Get up and stop being lazy. We have sound check in thirty,” Leonidas barks through the door, killing all my hopes and dreams for having a blissful morning.
This time, Elijah groans for a whole different reason.
“So, you’re not going to spill.” Trinity inspects me closely, swinging her legs back and forth while lying down on her tummy.
“There’s nothing to tell.” I shrug, leaning on the headboard, willing myself to look calm, cool, and relaxed.
Amelia decides to gang up on me with Trinity. “Really? Are you sure about that?”
Batting her eyelashes, she tries to snuggle into my side, but I sink further into my bed.
“Positive,” I lie right through my teeth.
Spilling the beans about what happened two nights ago is something I’m sure I should do. What Elijah and I are is unclear—if we are even anything.
What if things go back to the way they were before he left ten years ago? Does he regret what happened between us? How will I be able to recover if it wasjustsex to him?
I won’t be able to continue on with the tour—that’s for sure.
“I could just tickle the answer right out of you.”
With my knees to my chest, I hug my legs and narrow my eyes at Trinity’s gloating face. “I’m not ticklish.”
“You look pretty scared,” she notes, wiggling her fingers, taunting me.
Amelia giggles at our back-and-forth arguing.
“I’m as cool as a cucumber, just hugging myself.”
“Amelia, hold her arms. I’ll get her legs.” Trinity bursts up from where she was lying down seconds ago and tackles me, landing on my stomach, causing a huff of air to explode out of my mouth.
“Stop!” I yelp, feeling both girls’ fingers tickling my sides, my neck, and even … the bottom of my foot?Someone is flexible.
The only response I get is giggling. Twisting and trying to escape, I realize the two of them combined is lethal. I fail miserably when Amelia grabs my wrist in one hand and sticks her tongue out, and Trinity straddles my waist, tickling the absolute shit out of me.
“Got you now. What are you going to do about it?”
“Didn’t know you girls liked it rough,” I say through gritted teeth, wiggling my eyebrows. I play them at their own game, hoping my teasing will distract them so I can attempt an escape.
“Is that what you were doing with Elijah? Rough sex?—”
“What in the world did I just walk into?”
All three of our gasps fill the hotel room. Jumping off me, both girls turn and glare at the man of the hour. I find Elijah standing in the threshold of the now-open door, rubbing his eyes like he doesn’t believe what he just saw. I almost run to pick up his jaw from the floor.
