Page 84 of Starstruck
A sad smile fills her face as I press my lips to her forehead. Pulling back, I let my eyes roam her body, taking a moment to examine the woman I haven’t seen in nearly a month—the woman who has filled every space in my mind in that time.
She’s dressed in a light-blue silk pajama top and matching shorts that leave very little to the imagination, the same ones she was wearing when I came by on the anniversary of the accident, and I feel myself growing hard as I take her in. Her eyes are slightly red and her face is puffy from crying, but she’s even more beautiful than my mind remembered.
“Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer when I called you back?”
“You called me back?” Her brows pull together.
My expression mirrors hers as I say, “Of course, I did. I was worried about you.”
She shakes her head, her face falling. “My phone must’ve died…I’m sorry. But I’m fine,” she stammers, tears beginning to well in her eyes again. “It was just a bad dream. I shouldn’t have called in the first place.”
“Lennon,” I rasp, my voice pulling her attention back to me. “I’m glad you called.”
“But…the show.”
I press my forehead against hers, her hands coming up to grip my wrists. “Fuck the show, Lenny girl. You’re more important.”
A blush rises in her cheeks as my eyes stray to her lips. It takes everything in me to restrain from pressing my mouth against hers.
“Bax…” Her tongue darts out over her lips as she glances down at mine. She clears her throat before she continues, her voice scratchy. “You should kiss me now.”
A low growl falls from me at her words. My hands roam her body, pulling her flush against me as my mouth hovers inches from hers.
“What about the rules?” I rasp.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck the rules,” she whispers, her words mimicking mine from seconds ago.
“About fucking time,” I growl, slamming my mouth to hers.
She whimpers as I sweep my tongue over her lip, begging for entry. Tilting her head back slightly, she opens her mouth for me. Her arms come up around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Get a room,” someone murmurs in the hall behind us.
I’d forgotten we were still standing in her doorway, too wrapped up in her to care. She giggles against my lips as I wrap an arm around her, pushing her back into her apartment, not breaking the kiss. I kick the door shut behind me before grabbing Lennon by the legs and lifting her.
I’ve been here enough times now to know my way around, even with my eyes shut. Keeping my mouth glued to hers, I head toward the kitchen island, setting her atop it. Her legs wrap around me as I wedge myself between them, my fingers gripping her hips.
Our tongues tangle together, our breaths becoming frantic and choppy andone.
I don’t know how I’ve managed to go this long without kissing her again.
“Lennon,” I groan, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth before pulling back to meet her eyes. The hazel pools swirling with lust consume me entirely. “Come back with me.”
“Bax…” she pants, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. “I can’t.”
My face falls. I knew she wouldn’t agree, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
Her fingers play with the hair at my nape as she continues. “Iwould if I could, but I have to work this week. It’s too close to the concert, and I still have a lot to do.”
I nod. “I know. I understand.” I press my lips to her forehead. “You’re coming next weekend, though. For my last show.”
“Is that a good idea? We agreed not to be seen together in public. People are going to talk.”
“So let them. I want you there.” I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Please come, Lenny girl. Come to one show of mine before the benefit concert in a few weeks. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Her face falls slightly, and I instantly want to punch myself for even bringing it up. Because the mention of the concert is just another reminder that our arrangement is coming to an end soon.
She steels her expression, looking up at me with a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “Okay. Yes. I’ll come.”
