“I left it inside,” Courtney said, a wicked grin on her face.
Irina’s heart lodged in her throat as she pulled open the door to her little trailer.
There, lounging on the little sofa, was her husband, in his standard jeans and what she already knew was a super soft T-shirt.
“I have strict orders from Hans to return him to the airport in exactly eight hours,” Courtney said. “Make it count.”
“Have fun,” Terri said, happily closing the door behind Irina.
“How are you not onstage right now?” Irina stood still, unable to move because this could not be happening.
“I missed my wife,” he said, standing and stalking in her direction.
She put her call sheets and the box of noodles down, then she threw herself at him.
He met her embrace and kissed the stuffing right out of her.
“Called in a sub so I could fly here to see my girl.” His hands were in her hair and his mouth against hers. “Officially, I have the flu.”
“That sucks,” she said against his mouth. “I think I caught it, too.”
“Bummer,” he said, his hands everywhere but at his sides.
They were frantic, but the puzzle pieces of who they were when they were alone slipped together without effort. She wasn’t only Irina, and he wasn’t simply Knox. They werethem.
“You’ll disappoint the fans if you’re not there,” she said, barely moving her mouth from his and pulling at his shirt.
“They’ll live. Rest and recover, that’s what the doctor said.” He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, planting kisses at her neck as he pressed his erection against her core. Sure, there was loads of clothing between them but just the scent of him, the taste of him, and a small dose of him had her ready to come without any true intimate contact.
“I sent you pie at the arena tonight,” she said, out of breath and grabbing at his ass. “From a restaurant that is apparently awesome.”
“Thanks,” he said, going straight for her fly. “What kind?”
“Key lime,” she said, slanting her mouth to take the kiss deeper.
There was moaning and lots of noises as they pulled at clothing and released a month of pent-up sexual tension.
“What are you going to do while you’re here?” she asked, panting as he continued thrusting against her without any regard for rug burn.
“You,” he said, moving her to the little space on the floor and coming over the top of her body.
Here’s the thing, there wasn’t a lot of room in the trailer, and she wasn’t petite. Knox wasn’t a small guy either, so they were sort of sandwiched there in the small space. But you know what? It worked. They totally made it work.
Chapter Twenty-Two
KNOX
2 Weeks Later
His phone rang,and he stepped right out of the VIP meet and greet line to answer.
“Noodle Cup?” he asked. He gestured to their manager, Hans, that he’d be taking a breather.
Hans nodded, he knew the drill.
“Hey,” she said. “I caught you.” Her voice sounded funny, clogged a little with emotion.
“You okay?” He ducked his head, so she’d have his whole focus. “What’s going on?”
