Page 39 of Crave

Pure fucking heaven.

I heard my name panted from her lips. Staring up at her face, pushing her knees further apart, I saw the moment she blinked awake, eyes foggy, teeth biting into her lower lip as she realized what was happening.

But it was already too late.

She neared the edge of orgasm, and I kept her ruthlessly pinned there, giving her just enough to get her to beg. “Adam! Oh, please, oh God?—”

“Come all over my face, princess. Do it now.”

She did, screaming and crying my name, shuddering as I didn’t let up and forced her into a second orgasm, refusing to obey her frantic tugs on my shoulders as she tried to control her reaction. I didn’t stop until she lay wrecked on the damp sheets, breathing hard. The spicy taste of her was better than any cocktail. I pressed kisses over her body as I climbed up, then took her mouth in a rough possessive kiss.

“Morning.”

Her arms wrapped around me and she smiled sleepily. “Holy hell, it certainly is.”

I chuckled. “Not over yet. Hold on.”

She did. I pushed myself inside her until I was seated fully. Her pussy gripped me like a silken fist and pleasure was an agonizing edge as I fucked her slow and controlled, my gaze pinned to hers the whole time so she couldn’t hide anything. When she tried to look away, I grasped her chin and held tight, watching her fall apart again with me buried deep. Afterward, she cuddled so sweetly against me, I only wanted to stop time and spend the day in bed.

I wish I had.

Instead, we talked about the plan for tonight and how we’d tell the group after Noah’s set. She had a big meeting with the crew forDumped, and I was seeing JJ and the band since we were leaving soon. I wished Landon would be coming with me. I hated the thought of leaving her behind to face our friends’ wrath but I had no choice. She’d signed the contract and I was stuck. I needed to focus on killing it in LA, making enough contacts to get my songs out there, and returning to Landon so we could focus on our relationship.

If I kept those goals in mind, I’d make it. We both would.

Together.

“Adam?”

She said my name like a question, hesitation on her swollen lips. Sitting up on the bed, Landon stared back at me with an odd combination of doubt and challenge. “Yeah?”

“Max mentioned you were acting like a whore. Fucking women in your dressing room, one after another. He said LA was going to be like an all-night buffet of ass for you.”

I studied her face and slammed down on my temper. Of course, Max would say shit like that. I wondered if he sensed Landon and I were together. It was odd that he’d want to sabotage me, but then again, I’d fed Max and the guys a bunch of bullshit mostly about me getting laid regularly when I was really writing songs. Maybe it was a stupid guy thing, or pride,or simply that even though they were my best friends, I kept a part of myself separate. It had always been that way. I think Max hated that—he was able to worm his way into everyone’s confidence easily, except me. I’d never give him all of my secrets, and he seemed almost desperate to know them.

So he could use them against me like that videotape was used against him. Max never liked being out of control.

Luckily, I knew Landon believed in me enough to ignore Max, but any woman would have some worry after that statement. Especially since she’d seen a woman plastered all over me.

I needed her to know my soul and that another woman wasn’t even a possibility.

I reached out and cupped her face. My gaze pinned hers and I opened it all up, so she could see all of the stuff inside I kept hidden. So she could see I loved her with my heart and fucking soul.

“I am not interested in anyone but you. There will never be another woman who’s not you, Landon. Max is making shit up. Not sure why. I know that’s hard for you to trust, especially when he cheated and lied about it. I’m asking you to trust me anyway. I want to play my music and get home to you.”

Slowly, she relaxed in my embrace. Her blue eyes cleared and I knew it was good.

“Okay.”

She slid off the bed and headed to the shower. I slumped back in the sheets, relieved this woman was brave enough to take the leap with me.

I was never letting Landon go.

After she’d left, I headed across town to meet with the guys about finalized itinerary details. JJ had blasted out our album promo everywhere, and the buzz was beginning to build, especially after our live performances the past few weeks. I wassurprised when he informed us we were delaying the LA tour by a few days.

JJ threw up his hands when we all got pissed off. All of us were pumping with adrenalin to start the tour, and being in limbo for a few more days was torture. “Guys—the club had a fire in the kitchen and we can’t perform there. It was too late to get us scheduled, so we’re gonna tack on an additional venue toward the end.” He detailed the change of plans, and I figured it wasn’t the worst thing because it meant a few more days with Landon. Now that we’d be apart, I intended to try and spend as much time as possible with her. Preferably in bed.

We finished up, and I stayed for a while, shooting the shit with the band. JJ bumped me from behind and waved me over to a private corner. “What’s up?” I asked.

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