"You're here." She wrapped her arms around my neck and let me lift her as our mouths met. Her lips were hungry as my arms held tight around her body.
There was no way I was letting her go quickly. Damn, but I'd missed the feel of her body against mine.
"I'm here," I said, barely breaking away from her mouth before going back for more. At this rate, I'd kiss all the lipstick right off her lips.
We kept at it, letting the time and space we'd been apart fall between us to our feet. Because now we were together, sharing the same air, and there was nothing I wanted more.
"Did you get to see me?" she asked against my neck.
"You were amazing," I said, choking up a little and just letting that shit ride because I was here, and she was here, and even if it was a dressing room, I wasn't about to hide how I felt.
She pulled away just enough so our noses touched. "Really?"
"I'm so fucking proud of you," I said.
Still nose-to-nose, she smiled against my mouth. "I can't believe you're here."
"I told you we'd see each other soon."
"You kept your promise," she said.
For Maya, there was no question I kept my promises.
I tilted my head to the side a bit when I added, "Pretty sure Elliott was also tired of me complaining about missing you, so he put my ass on a plane."
We ignored the light knock on her dressing room door. We were exactly where we were supposed to be, and there was nobody else in the universe but the two of us.
Unfortunately, reality was behind that knock and while Dimefront played their show, Hans needed to go over recording times for Maya in the studio when the tour took a break.
Then we did the VIP meet-and-greet, ate dinner with the band, and finally, thank fuck, headed back to the hotel.
By the time we made it to her suite at The Four Seasons, I figured we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off of each other.
But that's not exactly how it went. Not when we had the entire night together, and we both wanted to savor every second. I wished I could slow time down, or that there was a way I could make it stop for just a little while.
So instead of kissing the hell out of her like I'd figured I would, I stepped close and wrapped my arms around her. Pulled her tight against me. Held her close and pressed my lips to the top of her head. Stopping to just feel everything that was her.
She allowed the moment, sank into me, and didn't rush, either.
We stood like that for a long time, before my body had enough of waiting and I lifted her chin with my fingertip, leaned in, and brushed my lips over hers.
We kissed long and deep, while my heart pounded in my chest and my hands worked the zipper at the back of her dress.
The only sound in the room was our breaths coming quicker and the metal-on-metal of the zipper lowering. Her skin was soft under my hands as she pulled her arms from the dress and let it fall to the floor.
I should've done something, touched her, but all I could do was stare at the woman. I'd seen her naked loads of times. Pretty sure I had a Ph.D. in studying her body with my tongue, for fuck’s sake. But tonight, I truly took her in—the way her nipples puckered with desire and her perfect breasts hung heavy. The way her breaths came and went. The way the swell of her belly led to the triangle of trimmed curls underneath her pink panties.
I lifted my hand to her breast, holding it in my palm and brushing my thumb over the center of her nipple. She drew in a gasp, and I moved the other palm along the side of her stomach, down between her legs, and under the fabric to heaven.
She hitched one leg against my thigh to give me better purchase, and I took full advantage of the opportunity.
I used my fingers to make her wet, while my other hand continued to tease lightly against her breast.
I didn't kiss her, though. I just let the panting between us mingle in the air until her body asked for more, and she moved against my fingers, clenching and releasing around them.
God, but I was hard as steel, my dick practically begging to be inside her.
It wasn't me who made us stop. No, it was Maya who dismounted from my fingers and pushed me toward the bed. Well, I let her.
