“Well, I haven’t been with anyone either.”
She smiled. “All good then.”
The bedroom was dark, except for a sliver of light slipping through the curtain, casting a soft glow. Tyler sat on the edge of the freshly made bed and pulled him forcefully toward her. Cary kissed her like he needed herbreath to live, and her body tingled from head to toe in anticipation of knowing him—all of him, in every way.
She kissed him deeply, hungry for more, running her fingers through his hair while he caressed her bare breasts beneath her hoodie, nipples hard and sensitive to his touch. His callused fingers skimmed her skin, sending shivers through her as he kneaded gently, teasing the soft curves. She twitched when he traced his fingers lower, down her stomach, reaching between her thighs. Instinctively, she parted her legs, moaning softly when he brushed his thumb over her.
Savoring the moment, she closed her eyes as his slow, steady fingers stroked in light circles, unraveling her with each touch. The pleasure coiled tighter, heat rising, until she swelled like a wave in the ocean. Her wetness seeped through her leggings, the pressure building, her body surrendering to him as pleasure crashed over her, making her toes go numb.
Her hand trailed to his zipper, fingers pressing against the rigid heat beneath his jeans. His tongue faltered in her mouth, a grunt escaping as she squeezed. But with a swift motion, he seized her wrist, pinning her hands above her head as she sank into the mattress. Her stomach tensed when he hooked his fingers into her leggings, dragging them down inch by inch. Cool air kissed her bare skin, her breath quickening in anticipation of his mouth, his touch—of the sweet torment to come.
A slow grin spread across his face as he slid her red lace panties down her legs, watching as she eased back against the pillows. His fingertip traced the edge of her sex, teasing until she jolted, then melted into submission.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She bit her bottom lip as he pressed kissesdown her thigh, his tongue and fingers moving in sync, practiced and precise—like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
He played her body like an instrument, each stroke deliberate, each touch expertly placed. The slow, firm sweep of his tongue sent pleasure spiraling through her, building in waves until she came undone, trembling against the sheets. She’d been right about him—he knew how to make a woman sing.
“Come here,” she whispered, pulling him close, tasting herself on his lips as she kissed him again.
Their eyes locked in a silent promise. Love filled the space between them, woven into every shared breath.
After an epic make-out session, he tugged her hoodie over her head, the dim light catching in his wide eyes as she pressed her breasts together. She had worn this lingerie for him—just this once. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one hand—effortless, practiced. When the fabric slipped away, he exhaled sharply, covering his mouth as if momentarily lost in the sight of her.
His lips sealed around her nipple, his hands touching her breasts in slow, deliberate circles.
With eager fingers, she tugged at his zipper, unfastening the top button of his jeans. The fabric of his boxer briefs stretched taut, straining against him. She cycled through a breath, her pulse hammering, and slid her hand beneath the waistband.
Holy hell.
Her fingers couldn’t close around him, but that didn’t stop her from trying—he was already hard, thick, unyielding. He caught her wrist mid-stroke, guiding her to watch as he stroked himself, slow and measured. His arousal throbbed between them, ready and heavy.
He kept his promise, kissing every inch of her skin with reverence before making slow, deliberate love to her. Passionate yet tender, playful yet intense—he unraveled her in ways she never imagined.
Their fingers laced above her head, his touch grounding and electric. Every deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, drawing soft whimpers from her lips. She clung to him, lost in the moment, as the symphony of their bodies built to a crescendo.
With a final, shuddering push, he found his release, his breath ragged against her neck as he collapsed against her, their hearts pounding in unison. She held him close, savoring the weight of him, the quiet aftershock of something deeper than desire.
CHAPTER 20
CARY
Lying on the hotel bed, Cary stared at the ceiling, Tyler’s words echoing in his head.Eternally single.That label had followed him for years. Maybe it was easier for people to reduce his life to a punchline than to understand it. What was he supposed to do—marry the first woman he dated and get divorced every time he went on tour?
No. He’d waited for the right person. And now she was here, sleeping beside him.
Tyler Robertson.
She was everything. And he was terrified of screwing it up—like he always had before. She was the closest thing to perfect he’d ever found, and he couldn’t risk losing her.
But how would she handle the chaos? The relentless paparazzi in LA, the scrutiny, the noise. Tyler cherished her privacy. She hadn’t signed up for the circus that came with loving him.
And what about kids?Whenthey had them, notif. Another thing to consider when deciding where to live. For now, Winnipeg gave them peace. Maybe they’d never leave. Maybe they’d hole up like John andYoko—except John and Yoko didn’t have to watch the World Juniors with her entire family.
His mind refused to quiet. Sleep drifted further out of reach.
He slipped out of bed and shut the French doors behind him. The city below buzzed quietly, unaware of the storm in his chest. He picked up his guitar, his fingers finding the shape of the unfinished melody.
He inhaled slowly. Let the music take over. Let the words that haunted him take form.
