Page 14 of Rocks You Like a Cabernet

I don’t. There are no words I want to say to him. No words I want to hear from him. I just need to feel him. I don’t know where I find the courage, but I lift onto my toes and press my mouth to his.

Just like that, something between us, and whatever he had been using to hold himself back snaps. He doesn’t kiss me back–he consumes me. Pulling me from under his shoulder to pressing tight into his chest. He completely takes over the kiss. Holding my jaw, tilting my head, and touching this tongue to my bottom lip.

I open for him instinctively and follow his lead. My heart pounds, my skin feels tight, and every part of me calls out to him, wanting more. I’ve never experienced this kind of moment, and I feel greedy.

Greedy and desperate for more.

I can taste the wine on his lips, tart and addicting. If I could, I would attempt to climb him, try to wrap my legs around his waist to get closer to the hard length of him pressing into my belly. When he nips my bottom lip and palms my ass, I whimper in need.

“Jesus.” He licks into my mouth, then his lips and teeth join, and his tongue works its way down my throat.

“Oh God. Henrik.” My head falls back when he nips the top of my breast. “Please touch me,” I beg. My nails dig into his scalp. I feel hot all over. Needy like I have never been before. Is the room spinning?

He kisses me again, deep and wet, before pulling away. Breathing heavy, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face. “Princess, we need to stop.”

He presses one more kiss to my lips, and my lashes flutter open. I try to follow him with my lips but at his full height he’s too tall for me to reach. Confused, I take a step back but fumble.

“Why are you stopping?”

“Because we’ve both had a lot to drink tonight.”

“That’s okay,” I say, suddenly noticing how dry my mouth feels and the full body flush I’m experiencing. “I give consent.”

He doesn’t laugh, but his lips tilt to one side. “Thank you, Princess. But when I take you for the first time it will be stone cold sober. And I’ll rock your body so hard you’ll feel me for days. And you’ll want every second of it. Remember every second of it. Okay?”

So stunned by his words all I can do is nod. He must find my silence cute because he kisses my forehead gently before taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of water and turns us towards the bedroom.

“I thought we weren’t sleeping together tonight,” I say stupidly.

“I just got the first taste of your sweet lips tonight Princess. There’s no way I’m not going to sleep with you curled up in my arms tonight. We’re not fucking, but we will sleep together. If you’re cool with it.”

Again, all I do is nod like a mute fool.

Oh yeah. I’m more than good sleeping wrapped up in those muscular arms of his.

arnished that man’s name and then thrown him under the bus, my loathing for him was so strong.

Now I can’t stop laughing.

With him. At him. In spite of myself. He’s just…fun. Witty and joyful.

Once I can to terms with the knowledge that I’d been holding a misconstrued grudge, all the negative emotions that I had for him disappeared. Well, maybe they didn’t disappear but the power they held over me lessened. I was able to look at him in a new light.

And dare I call him a friend now?

“Okay, seriously, seriously,” I begin, reaching for the bottle of wine on the table to fill up my empty glass. “What did happen in Warsaw? The media reported that you were in a fight but I can’t see you coming to blows with a bandmate. Not unless you caught them with your girlfriend.”

I try to look coy when making the statement but must fail when he looks over and I try to hide behind my glass.

“No girlfriend. Not for a long while. And if you promise to keep another on of my secrets, I’ll tell you.” I nod eagerly, desperate to know and hold another part of him close. “I ripped my pants.”

“No!” I’m so shocked, that I kick my legs out in the air, laughing hysterically.

“Yes. The leather pants I was wearing for the show were a little too tight in all the wrong places if you catch my meaning. After the encore, I bent down offstage to pick up my water bottle, felt my pants split down the bum, and then proceeded to fall over like a fucking fool trying to cover up the rip. I wobbled and ended up taking Nate with me. And as luck would have it, a photo was taken right then with the most imperfect angle so it looked like I was clocking him. The poor lad was just trying not to smash his head against the speakers.”

A smile is still on my face but at the mention of a photo being taken and posted with the incorrect context sobers me a little. I know exactly what that feels like.

“Hey now, why are you looking sad all of a sudden? That’s one of my more hilarious stories from the road.” Henrik makes himself comfortable on the edge of the chair I’m resting on. Not caring that now his feet are tucked under my leg. This feels oddly intimate. Nice.

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