I felt his chest expand under my palms as he held his breath. My own lungs burned. A pair of shoes stopped just on the other side of the thin barrier, the outline of them visible through the gap at the bottom. I could see the worn heel, the frayed shoelace. Could hear the faint shuffle of someone shifting their weight.
My mouth was still against Cash’s neck, and I didn’t dare move it. One unbidden sound and this would all be over.
And I desperately,severelydidn’t want this to end.
The shoes lingered, then turned away. The sound of the curtain rings slid down the rod in the next stall. A soft thump as someone set something down.
Cash let out a slow breath, barely a sound, and I felt it against my cheek.
His eyes met mine in the mirror, dark and bright green at the same time, and the look he gave me was half a question and half a promise.
“You okay?” he mouthed.
I nodded.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “We can stop.”
I shook my head, my smile arriving before I caught it in the mirror. His answering grin flickered and faded, replaced by something steadier as he shifted his stance, careful of the wall, the floor, the thin curtain that barely kept the world out.
I turned slowly so my back was to him, our reflections lined up in the glass, and held his eyes as I lifted my skirt, inch by inch, daring him not to look. This wasn’t like me. The old Roxie would never have the courage to do something like this in a public place.
But I was loving the new me. The girl who toured with rock bands and inspired songs. And I was loving the way Cash gazed at me with pure, intense desire.
He didn’t say a word, but his breathing distinctly changed.
His hand slid around my waist, fingers finding the edge of my panties, then slipping beneath it. My breath caught when he touched me, the kind of sound I had to swallow before it could turn into his name.
With someone right next door, we had to be more careful than ever. But that only turned me on more, emphasizing the tabooaspect of what we were doing. And based on the way he was grinding against my ass while steadily rubbing my clit, it turned Cash on, too.
Behind me, I reached for the zipper on his jeans and drew it down a fraction at a time, every soft rasp too loud in the small space. A cough came from the neighboring stall, and I froze.
We both did.
Our laughter stayed silent behind tightly pursed lips, heads pressed together, his fingers still moving in slow, patient circles like he wasn’t about to let me off that easily.
“This is insane,” I mouthed.
“Yeah,” he murmured an inch from my ear. “But I don’t care.”
I tipped my head back just enough for him to find my neck, and the way he paused there, breath hovering instead of touching, made my knees go weak. He didn’t rush it. He made me wait for every inch, every second, until the waiting became its own kind of thrill.
Was I really doing this? Here, now, with Cash—after already being involved with his bandmate?
As his fingers pressed harder against my clit, I knew the answer was an emphatic:hell yes.
His lips finally made contact, setting every nerve in my body on fire. My hips matched the timing of his fingers stroking my clit. My sex ached for him, throbbing to feel the sweet release as he teased me closer. I tried to urge him faster as my need grew, but he kept the slow, deliciously torturous pace.
His other hand traced up my arm and nudged the strap of my top loose. My breath caught as he found my exposed nipple, eager for his attention. He rolled it between his thumb andforefinger, pinching just hard enough for me to feel it down in my core. I caught his eyes in the mirror, heavy-lidded and intent.
“I do like this top,” he whispered. “I like it alot.”
He teased my entrance and slipped one finger inside me, then two. I bit back a moan as I slipped my hand down his pants until I found his hard length. His breathing grew heavy in my ear, the rhythm of his fingers becoming more urgent. With a few more minutes, he could have gotten me off just like that.
But I needed more.
I turned to face him. “I want you inside of me.”
His green eyes flared with lust.
