Page 51 of Only for the Moment
“I say you know that better than anyone, don’t you? You live out the consequences every day: a big gaping hole in your heart where your brother used to be. That hole’s only going to get bigger if you don’t deal with it.”
He had felt likethere was a hole in his heart—Christ, maybe even his soul. And the past few months, it had been swallowing him up. His happiness. His drive. His music.
He thought about the sensations in his dream, of drowning like Oliver had. It wasn’t happening in real life, but there were parts of him that were dying, weren’t there? If he didn’t face his pain and anger, didn’t put the past completely to rest,what would happen to his creativity?
He had to make a choice. And staring into Kennedy’s eyes, he knew what his answer would be. He wouldn’t settle for less courage in himself than he’d seen in his woman.
“I haven’t been able to write,” he told her. “My record label wants a projected date on the next album, and I haven’t been able to give them one. I was beginning to think there wouldn’t beanother one if I couldn’t get my head on fucking straight.”
“Beginning to think?”
“Yeah.” This time he rose on his elbow, tipping Kennedy onto her back where he could look her square in the eyes. “Until a certain redhead became something of a muse. I’ve got half a song just imagining having you beneath me.”
“Half?” Kennedy wiggled a bit beneath him, and his cock took notice. “I think we cando better than half.”
“Oh, last night was a whole album, love. Don’t sell yourself short.”
Her laugh was the best music in the world. He savored it, let it surround him. He’d known this woman only a few days, but he hadn’t needed more than a few hours to know she was a gift he had no intention of letting go. Wherever this took them, he wanted to follow it. And he prayed he’d never find the end.
“Would you come to Australia with me?”
Kennedy startled. “Me? You want me with you?”
He rolled his eyes at the question.
Kennedy snickered. When she tweaked his nipple, he was on her instantly, growling into her neck as she tried to escape his tickling fingers.
“Okay, okay, okay! I submit,” she cried. And she did, relaxing beneath him as sweetly as she had last night. The feel of her surrenderpierced his heart in a way he didn’t think he could describe, even with music.
He eased back, the smile on her face making his chest expand in a totally Neanderthal—and totally uncontrollable—way.
“Of course I want you with me. But I need to hear you say it.”
“Well then”—she trailed her fingers down his side to cup his ass, pulling him harder against her—“yes, sir.”
