“I assure you, I can,” she says.
“I let you carve letters into my chest, and you’re surprised that I’mactuallyin love with you?” I ask.
Her gaze fixates on me for a full second more before she’s enclosing the gap between us and pushing me into the wall again.
She kisses me more fiercely than she ever has. More anguished and feral, as if the next minute determines the rest of our lives and saves us from a damnation we didn’t think we would escape. Her hands land back on my hips and pull me onto her thigh again, and this time, I’m too overpowered by emotion to think about holding back.
My groans disappear into her mouth. I’m holding onto her shoulders, grinding and aching for that end as she squeezes my ass. Faster. Harder. I can’t keep myself together….
I pick my feet up off of the ground and practically sit on her thigh as I reach my climax. I yelp into her neck and hang on, body flinching as I spill over.
“When we get to that trailer you can soak more than my thigh,” she eventually says, kissing my cheek. “And you can tell me again how you fell in love with your stalker while you’re doing it.”
Shit, I will.
Because I did.
I fell in love with my stalker.
CHAPTER SIXTY
GEMMA
Every few trailers,I’m pulling her into the shadows to kiss her. It takes all of my restraint to get us all the way back, to not find somewhere closer that I know we won’t be heard just so I can hear her say it again as I slide my fingers inside her.
She loves me…
God, I forgot everything in that moment.
Bonnie Miller…
I blow out a breath when we eventually reach our private space, and I’m thankful to get there before I lose all control.
She loves me…
The concert was exhausting—exhilarating, but exhausting nonetheless. I’m sore everywhere, in desperate need of her healing touch. All I want right now is to fuck her, shower, and then fuck her again. I want her in my arms so she can recap how she felt on the stage. I want to hear her excitement when she talks about playing her song live and the response the crowd met her with.
Seeing it for myself was one thing, hearing her talk about it is something entirely different. If she’s even half as excited as she was telling me about the album plans, it’s worth staying up and losing sleep over.
We can always sleep in tomorrow.
I take her hands into mine and pull her off the steps just to kiss her one more time before we go inside. Her back hits the siding as our lips meet. I think my heart skips a few times at the languid feel of her tongue raking against mine. My hands press to her cheeks as she pulls our hips flush, and I groan into her mouth when her nails scratch my skin.
God, I need her undone.
“Get your ass in there before the rest of this festival gets a show,” I breathe, kissing her neck after.
I reach under her skirt and pinch her ass, and she squeaks approvingly as she steps out of my arms, bounds up the stairs, and opens the door.
It doesn’t even dawn on me that it’s already unlocked.
She turns into my arms by the door, her smile pressing to my lips. I’m blind… fixated on the passion in her kiss, the way she pins her body against mine. My back hits the counter as she wraps her arms around my neck. Her confession is fresh—toofresh to bring myself out of this dream and into our reality. I’m too enamored by the feel of her lips and body against me to discern the dim lights, the quiet television, or the dark figure sitting on the couch.
And neither does Bonnie.
“You know…”
Every muscle within me freezes.
