“You sure?” he asked, voice thick. “Because if I kiss you again… I’m not stopping.”
Kylee’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “Then don’t.”
Rio didn’t hesitate. He kissed her again harder this time. All the restraint he’d shown before was gone. His hands roamed her body, hungry to relearn every curve he’d been dreaming of since New Orleans. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist like instinct, and carried her down the quiet hallway behind the stage like she was weightless.
They didn’t make it far. A velvet-draped room, probably a dressing lounge, became their hideaway. He kicked the door shut with his boot, never breaking contact. Her back hit the wall softly as his lips trailed along her jawline, down the delicate slope of her neck. Kylee gasped when his tongue flicked over the hollow of her throat.
“God, I’ve wanted this…” Rio growled into her skin, his voice thick with lust and reverence.
Her mind screamed she shouldn’t be doing this but her body was already lost to the rhythm they moved to.
“You’re unreal,” he whispered, his lips brushing her chest. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
He pressed her gently against the wall of the velvet-draped room, but he didn’t push for more. His hands stayed respectful, yet aching with restraint, as if he was giving her all the space to stop him even though neither of them wanted to.
Her lips parted beneath his, and their kiss deepened slowly, sensual, and desperate in its tenderness. It wasn’t just lust, it was everything they’d been holding back. All the flirting. All the unspoken longing. All the nights they both replayed their first meeting.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Kylee’s forehead rested against his. Neither of them said a word. They didn’t have to.The kiss had said it all.
The drive to the after-party was a blur of flashing city lights and electricity humming between them. The SUV’s tinted windows offered privacy, but it was the way Kylee slid onto Rio’s lap that made the entire ride feel like it might combust.
He let out a low breath when she settled into him, her arms draped casually around his shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. But nothing about the way she moved was casual, not when she shifted slightly, grinding just enough to feel the very obvious evidence of his arousal pressing against her.
Her breathing was heavy, but she didn’t move. If anything, she leaned into him more, letting her cheek rest against his. He didn’t say a word, just slid a hand slowly along her outer thigh, his fingers tense with restraint.
By the time they arrived at the rooftop lounge, they were both burning. But Rio, somehow, pulled himself together for appearances. Kylee could tell it took everything in him.
The party was loud, filled with laughter, music, and glittering people. Kylee stood close to Rio, his arm resting around her waist. Everyone noticed, but no one said a word except his bandmates, who smirked when Rio told them he was heading out early.
"Calling it a night already?" one of them teased, raising a brow.
"Yeah," Rio said, unapologetic as his hand brushed lightly against Kylee’s lower back. “I’ve got… better things waiting for me.”
The guys hooted and made dramatic faces as Rio chuckled and waved them off. Kylee stayed quiet, but her heart was hammering. They were barely holding back. And whatever was coming next might be impossible to stop.
The ride felt like it would never end. Kylee’s hands were tangled in Rio’s hair, her lips pressed hungrily against his as the citylights streaked past the windows. His fingers dug into her thighs, sliding dangerously high. She shivered at the heat of his touch, her breath hitching as he nipped at her bottom lip. The driver kept his eyes firmly on the road, but the tension in the car was palpable, thick with the promise of what was coming.
When the car finally pulled up to his place, they practically tumbled out of the door, laughter spilling from their lips as they stumbled toward the front porch. Rio scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her inside. The door slammed shut behind them, and they were kissing again, frantic and desperate, their hands exploring every inch of each other.
Up the stairs they went, Kylee’s back pressed against the wall as Rio devoured her neck, his teeth leaving marks that made her moan. When they reached the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed with a playful growl, and she landed with a soft bounce, her hair fanning out around her.
Rio was on her in an instant, his hands tugging at her bodysuit. “Off,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. She didn’t hesitate, reaching behind her to unzip the fabric and let it pool at her hips. He took over from there, stripping it off completely and tossing it aside. Her bra followed, his hands cupping her breasts the moment they were free, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.
Kylee was just as eager, yanking his shirt over his head and fumbling with his belt. Their movements were hurried, almost clumsy, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was skin on skin, the heat building between them. When his pants hit the floor, she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his pierced dick, already hard and throbbing.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she stroked him, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. But he wasn’t about to let her take control. Not yet. With a firm push, he laid her back on the bed and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. She kicked them off, spreading her legs wide as he settled between them.
His breath was hot against her inner thigh as he kissed his way up, his tongue tracing a path toward her core. When he finally reached her, he didn’t waste time teasing. His tongue delved into her, tasting her deeply, and she let out a loud cry, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his mouth.
“Oh my God, Rio,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. He responded by flicking his tongue over her clit, making her gasp again, louder this time. Her legs trembled as he worked her over, his tongue alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, maddening flicks. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening with every pass of his tongue.
When her orgasm hit, it was sudden and intense, a wave of pleasure that left her shaking and breathless. But Rio wasn’t done. He climbed up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. She could feel him pressing against her entrance, and she reached between them to guide him in.
The first thrust was slow, deliberate, giving her body time to adjust to his size. But once he was fully sheathed inside her, he didn’t hold back. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, faster.
The bed rocked beneath them as they moved together, their bodies’ slick with sweat. Rio’s hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Kylee’s nails dug into his back, leaving marks as she clung to him, moaning his name with every movement.
“You feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. She could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form coherent words. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he filled her again and again.
