“Hi,” he said, his face a breath away from mine.
“Hi.” I closed my eyes. “Did the show end early?”
“The start time was moved up.” His shoulder and knee brushed against mine in the small space we were sharing. “We were heading out to get drinks after the show. I had to come grab my wallet, and volunteered to check on you.”
“Great,” I murmured. “Is it too late to pretend like I was having a really weird dream?”
“I can pretend if you want.” His hand settled on my thigh, casual and familiar but impossibly warm, thumb tapping once like punctuation. “Not trying to embarrass you or anything. Say the word, and I’ll leave and never mention this again. I grew up learning how to keep secrets. And the last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable about—”
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
He laughed into my mouth, but kissed me back like he’d been waiting for this moment all day. It was all confidence and play, his mouth coaxing instead of claiming, his hand sliding higher as he beckoned me to dive into this moment with him.
As if it weren’t inevitable.
“You know,” he murmured against my lips, “this might be a terrible idea.”
I smiled. “I’ve learned on this tour that you love terrible ideas.”
“Iexcelat them.” He grinned wider. “Vi says it’s my best trait.”
Milo shifted, pinning me gently underneath him. His eyes flicked to the curtain, then back to me, mischief bright and unmistakable.
That’s when I decided that I definitely,desperatelywanted this.
“You’re not afraid of getting sick?” I asked.
“You seem mostly recovered,” he replied, his lips only an inch from mine and his eyes boring into me with an intensity that thrilled me. “And if you’re not? I don’t give a single fuck. Because there’s one thing I want, one thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you agreed to go on a date with me.”
“What’s that?” I whispered. I would have given anything to hear him say it out loud. “What have you wanted?”
“To pound you like a drum.” His lips brushed against mine, his tongue flicking out. “But if you’d rather protect your modesty and wait until after our date…”
“Fuck our date,” I replied, certainty growing. “And fuck my modesty. I gave up on it when I started sleeping with multiple members of the band.”
I laughed, biting it back before it could escape, and he kissed the sound right out of me, pleased with himself.
“Say no more.”
His hand floated lower and once he made contact, he broke the kiss, his grin turning dangerous as his fingers closed around what he’d found. The thing I’d been holding beneath the blanket…
“Well, well, well. Don’t mind if I do.”
The hum of the vibrator filled the space as he pressed the button. He leaned in, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Portable. I love a practical woman.”
His touch was firm but delicate. I closed my eyes to savor the sensation of his breath and the promise of what was to come. Milo pulled the vibrator out from under the sheets, examined it a moment, then used it to trace the curve of my neck. I arched into his touch, my skin tingling with anticipation. He teased me, drawing out the moment as much as his own desire would allow. His fingers brushed against my collarbone and my heartbeat kicked up a gear.
“Did you get to come already?” he breathed. “It sounded like it, but I don’t know youthatwell. Yet.”
“Mmm hmm,” I said, pushing my hips up into him. I was already warmed up and craving the real thing.
“And watching our concert instead of porn? Damn, Rox.”
I bit my lip. “You’re better than porn.”
“Me, or Cherry Midnight as a whole?” He arched an eyebrow.
