Tempt Me Like This
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His tongue.
His hands.
Her head fell back against the mirror behind her as she tried to remember that there were people outside the dressing room who would hear her if she moaned too loudly. But as Drew’s tongue and fingers played over her sex like the maestro that he was, it was nearly impossible to keep her pleasure to herself.
“Gorgeous.” He whispered the word against her overheated skin. “Mine.”
That final word—along with the perfect flick of his tongue—was all it took for her to start breaking apart. She threaded her hands into his hair and, through her lashes, stared in wonder at the beautiful man kneeling between her legs.
“Yours,” she gasped as he drew her orgasm out with both his mouth and fingers.
After the last blissful aftershock had finally rumbled through her, Drew looked up at her with eyes so dark with heat and full of intense desire that she lost her breath all over again. She searched her pleasure-drenched brain for something to say that would let him know just how good he made her feel.
But just then, a loud knock sounded on the door. “It’s James. They’re ready for you out there, Drew.”
Drew didn’t rush to head to the stage. Instead, he threaded his hands into her hair and kissed her again. His kiss was still hungry, but alongside desire was so much emotion it overwhelmed her. Or maybe it was tasting herself on his lips, his tongue, that pushed her into overload territory.
All she knew was that, for a moment, she felt as though she were drowning. She simply didn’t have enough experience with things like this to know what to think or how to feel about everything that was happening. Especially not when it was all happening so darn fast.
Drew helped her down from the table and gently smoothed her skirt over her bare skin. When she walked out of the dressing room, would people be able to guess what had happened just from looking at her? Or would she still look like the good girl she’d been up until approximately twenty-four hours ago?
“Do you have any idea how happy you make me, Ash?”
Louder knocks sounded. “Drew,” James called, “you’ve got sixty seconds to get your ass out there before the audience starts to lose it.”
He gave her one last kiss, and the last thing she saw was his huge grin before he headed out the door to go and be a rock star.
Without his arms around her, her legs felt wobbly. The truth was, her insides did, too. Not because Drew had made her feel anything other than special and precious...but exactly for that reason. He seemed to care about her so much on all fronts—not only when they were making love, but when they were talking about business or family, too. And she’d never felt this good, or this happy, before.
But she remembered hearing her mother saying to her father once how happy she was. That happiness had quickly spun toward hatred because her parents were so different.
Standing in the dressing room, Ashley knew she should be heeding those memories. She shouldn’t be forgetting the hard-learned lessons of her childhood and giving herself so wholly, so completely to someone so very different from herself. But letting down her guard for a couple of days—or weeks—wouldn’t destroy her, would it? Their connection was intense and wonderful, and of course she hoped they’d remain friends even after the tour was over. And at least she wasn’t foolish enough to think that what was between them now would last forever.
With a now that was this utterly, blissfully, mind-blowingly incredible, couldn’t she let herself enjoy every second of it without letting her worries and concerns get the best of her? Especially since it had been only twenty-four hours since making love with Drew for the first time.
She heard the screams of the crowd amp up and knew he must have just taken the stage. Not wanting to miss a second of his show, she looked for her underwear so that she could put it back on and head out of the room. But she couldn’t find them anywhere. Had Drew taken her panties with him when he left to go play his show?
Between knowing she was bare beneath her skirt as she headed toward the stage with the security guard silently accompanying her—and wondering if Drew actually was on stage with her panties in his pocket—her arousal immediately ramped back up.
Throughout the show, one that was so spellbinding she felt as if she were watching him perform for the very first time, Drew’s gaze kept returning to her again and again, just the way it had during his interviews that morning. She blushed even more tonight than she had then. Blushed and fantasized about all the ways she wanted to give Drew pleasure, just as he’d given her so much pleasure again and again.
She’d known she was pretty darn innocent before she and Drew had made love, but every time they’d come together had only proven it more. Every delicious moment in Drew’s arms was an epiphany.
His hands.
Her head fell back against the mirror behind her as she tried to remember that there were people outside the dressing room who would hear her if she moaned too loudly. But as Drew’s tongue and fingers played over her sex like the maestro that he was, it was nearly impossible to keep her pleasure to herself.
“Gorgeous.” He whispered the word against her overheated skin. “Mine.”
That final word—along with the perfect flick of his tongue—was all it took for her to start breaking apart. She threaded her hands into his hair and, through her lashes, stared in wonder at the beautiful man kneeling between her legs.
“Yours,” she gasped as he drew her orgasm out with both his mouth and fingers.
After the last blissful aftershock had finally rumbled through her, Drew looked up at her with eyes so dark with heat and full of intense desire that she lost her breath all over again. She searched her pleasure-drenched brain for something to say that would let him know just how good he made her feel.
But just then, a loud knock sounded on the door. “It’s James. They’re ready for you out there, Drew.”
Drew didn’t rush to head to the stage. Instead, he threaded his hands into her hair and kissed her again. His kiss was still hungry, but alongside desire was so much emotion it overwhelmed her. Or maybe it was tasting herself on his lips, his tongue, that pushed her into overload territory.
All she knew was that, for a moment, she felt as though she were drowning. She simply didn’t have enough experience with things like this to know what to think or how to feel about everything that was happening. Especially not when it was all happening so darn fast.
Drew helped her down from the table and gently smoothed her skirt over her bare skin. When she walked out of the dressing room, would people be able to guess what had happened just from looking at her? Or would she still look like the good girl she’d been up until approximately twenty-four hours ago?
“Do you have any idea how happy you make me, Ash?”
Louder knocks sounded. “Drew,” James called, “you’ve got sixty seconds to get your ass out there before the audience starts to lose it.”
He gave her one last kiss, and the last thing she saw was his huge grin before he headed out the door to go and be a rock star.
Without his arms around her, her legs felt wobbly. The truth was, her insides did, too. Not because Drew had made her feel anything other than special and precious...but exactly for that reason. He seemed to care about her so much on all fronts—not only when they were making love, but when they were talking about business or family, too. And she’d never felt this good, or this happy, before.
But she remembered hearing her mother saying to her father once how happy she was. That happiness had quickly spun toward hatred because her parents were so different.
Standing in the dressing room, Ashley knew she should be heeding those memories. She shouldn’t be forgetting the hard-learned lessons of her childhood and giving herself so wholly, so completely to someone so very different from herself. But letting down her guard for a couple of days—or weeks—wouldn’t destroy her, would it? Their connection was intense and wonderful, and of course she hoped they’d remain friends even after the tour was over. And at least she wasn’t foolish enough to think that what was between them now would last forever.
With a now that was this utterly, blissfully, mind-blowingly incredible, couldn’t she let herself enjoy every second of it without letting her worries and concerns get the best of her? Especially since it had been only twenty-four hours since making love with Drew for the first time.
She heard the screams of the crowd amp up and knew he must have just taken the stage. Not wanting to miss a second of his show, she looked for her underwear so that she could put it back on and head out of the room. But she couldn’t find them anywhere. Had Drew taken her panties with him when he left to go play his show?
Between knowing she was bare beneath her skirt as she headed toward the stage with the security guard silently accompanying her—and wondering if Drew actually was on stage with her panties in his pocket—her arousal immediately ramped back up.
Throughout the show, one that was so spellbinding she felt as if she were watching him perform for the very first time, Drew’s gaze kept returning to her again and again, just the way it had during his interviews that morning. She blushed even more tonight than she had then. Blushed and fantasized about all the ways she wanted to give Drew pleasure, just as he’d given her so much pleasure again and again.
She’d known she was pretty darn innocent before she and Drew had made love, but every time they’d come together had only proven it more. Every delicious moment in Drew’s arms was an epiphany.
