Page 117 of Snared

A hand trailed up my spine, jerking my attention away from my overthinking brain.

Charlie.

I turned to face her, taking in her flushed cheeks, sweat-glistened skin, and wild hair sticking to her face. There was nothing gross about sweaty, amped-up-after-a-show Charlie.

I twined my fingers with hers to draw her close and pressed my body to hers, loving her soft gasp as I brushed my hardening cock against her. She could always turn me on in a split second; it was nice to know I did the same to her.

“Hi,” she said with a knowing smirk.

“Hi.” I drew her into a dark alcove, away from the noise and the constant bustle of activity. “Do you have any idea how hot you look behind your kit?” I pushed her damp hair behind her ear and leaned in, getting my first taste of her skin, nuzzling at that spot on her neck where I knew it drove her wild.

“You do mention it a lot,” she teased, her hands curling into my shirt.

“Because it’s hot,” I said, kissing along her jaw. This we were good at. Conversations about our feelings, not so much, but this? Yeah, lust we could do.

“You don’t mind my sweat?” she asked, trailing her fingers up and down my chest.

“Getting you sweaty is one of my favorite things to do. Let’s skip the party tonight and go straight to the hotel,” I said against her lips.

“You know they’ll give us shit.”

“For some reason, I don’t care.” Then I pressed my lips to hers.

She traced her tongue against my lips, and I opened for her, tangling my tongue with hers, licking the inside of her mouth as her hand slipped under my shirt.

She rocked her body against mine, grinding her pelvis against my hard cock, and I regretted not waiting for the hotel because all I wanted to do was strip her bare and feast on her.

I slanted my head to get a better angle, to kiss her deeper, and gripped her hip, squeezing her against me.

“Fuck.” She gasped as I peppered kisses along her jaw again.

She arched against me, and I looked up as she tilted her head against the wall behind her.

My hands moved to her ass, and I lifted her, groaning as she wrapped her legs around my hips and rocked against my cock.

“Fuck the party.”

I chuckled against the hollow of her throat, then licked the curve.

She tasted salty, warm, and all mine.

“I wish we were at the hotel already,” she rasped.

I swallowed her moan, sealing my lips to hers again. I could never get enough of her.

The entire world disappeared when I kissed her, my tongue licking along hers. Her fingers gripped my hair as she rolled her hips against me, seeking the friction we both desperately needed.

The noises from backstage started to filter in, and I knew it was only a matter of time before one of the guys came looking for us.

“We have to stop, don’t we?” she whispered as I ended the kiss.

“Just a drink and a hello at the party, then we can head back to the hotel,” I said.

“You know it’s never just a drink or hello,” she said grudgingly.

It was our last hotel stay on the tour. Part of me wasn’t ready for it to end, even though we were all tired of being on the road and I had a shit ton of work to do when I got back to my office.

In LA.

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