Page 43 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

Yet, she’s not hiding them now in front of me, and that has me thinking entirely too much.

What if she feels the same way as I do?

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Mia

I’m not sure how long we stand there, in the middle of the dressing room, staring at each other after I pull away from him. His green orbs are burning through me, searching my gaze for something, and they light up as if finding the hidden piece.

I want to ask him what it is that he’s found, but I don’t get the chance before he presses his lips against mine. This is a bad idea, especially in a place where anyone could walk in on us, and the only reason I gladly accept the kiss is because I had asked Carmen to head back with the rest of the band.

The only people who would walk in on us at the moment are the security team, and I’ve got a feeling they wouldn’t tell a soul what they saw if Evan demanded it. I run my fingers through his blond hair, tugging at the strands in desperation. Even though it feels like he’s as close as he can get, I need to be closer.

As if sensing my urgency, Evan turns the lock on the door, then grips my ass and lifts me up to carry me somewhere further into the dressing room.

My heart is still racing from the near-miss on stage. The image of that beam crashing down replays in my mind, a stark reminder of how close I came to losing Evan.

The place he takes me is much more hidden, a layer of darkness surrounding except for the dim light illuminating about ten feet away.

At least now that the door is locked, there won’t be any interruptions.

Oh God.

What do I think is going to happen? The man was nearly killed by that beam, and I’m standing here worrying about us being in a dangerous position.

Evan nips at my bottom lip, taking me out of my wayward thoughts and back into the moment, before gliding his tongue down the length of my neck. My toes curl, skin tingling at his touch, and I arch myself into him.

A girl can only do so much.

And God, the way he touches me feels like heaven. I couldn’t turn it down even if I wanted to — which I don’t. Maybe this is exactly what we both need.

I’m a mess after watching that huge thing almost crush him, but I’m sure he’s terrified. Whatever we do right now is the best way to get it out of our minds for now.

No, the best way to get it out of your mind is to find out who did it.

My conscious definitely loves to remind me of the more important things, which would be a good thing if it didn’t mean having to push away from Evan’s advances. I place my hand on his chest, my own rising and falling rapidly with my ragged breaths, and nudge him gently away from me.

He moves away without complaint, staring at me in confusion, and I sigh heavily. “As much as I’d love to keep doing that, this just got a lot more dangerous for you.”

Evan blinks, then nods. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I place my hand against his cheek, making sure he keeps looking into my eyes, and I give him a small smile. “Trust me, I don’t think I’d be able to deny these things I’ve been feeling with you if you asked. I’ve got a job to do, though, and I can’t do that with your lips all over me.”

Even though my brain told me to back away, my body can’t help but scream for more of his touches. My pussy is throbbing, reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man, but I can’t let that distract me.

As soon as I saw the way Evan is with Liam, I knew where my feelings were going. I’m falling for the rockstar standing in front of me, and it was only confirmed when I thought he was going to be killed tonight.

When I heard the creak of the beam above us, my eyes zeroing in on it steadily tilting down, my heart dropped almost immediately. I remember Carmen hissing at me when I started bolting across the floor, making it onto the stage, but I ignored her.

This is my job. Those are the things I’m supposed to look out for, and I’m only grateful that I wasn’t distracted at the moment. I’m certain if the guys hadn’t planned a special welcome back for Donny, it would’ve been a completely different story, and I’d have been spellbound by the bass Evan produces.

Once I knew Evan was safe, I could feel my eyes stinging with tears, but I couldn’t show that much emotion in front of everyone. While I frantically checked over Evan, just to be sure he wasn’t injured, I also pushed the tears back.

If something had happened to him… well, I don’t know what I would do.

“Hey,” Evan’s voice pulls me back to the present once again, and he’s staring at me with a frown on his face. “Mia, are you okay?”

I should turn away from him and put all my focus on catching the person who almost cost Evan his life, but it’s like there’s this magnetic pull between us that I can’t help but lean forward and capture his lips back against mine.

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