Page 129 of Ghost Note

I ran a hand through the thickness of his hair. “Am I allowed to admit that it felt good?”

“It felt good because youaregood.”

“I feel like I could take on the world.”

“Let’s fucking do it.”

“Together…”

“Hell, yes.”

“Right after you’ve made love to me,” I whispered with a smile designed to disarm him. “Here, in this room. I don’t want to waste another minute on not doing all the best things there are to do with you.”

“I think this could be the greatest moment of my life.”

With a small laugh, I kissed him again, and the two of us became a beautiful mess of broken promises, replaced with new ones. Youthful kisses, replaced with experience and a determination to see this through. When Danny lifted me over to the sofa, and he slipped inside me after stripping us both naked, I dug my nails into his back and allowed myself to feel him everywhere. He owned me, pulling out slowly only to slam into me even harder than the time before. Soon, my head was banging against the arm of the couch, but I didn’t care about any of the pain. I was too busy floating in another headspace where the only thing that registered was the orgasm that was building, and Danny’s seductive, masculine cries of my name.

Daisy…

Daisy…

Daisy…

He made a simple, delicate flower sound like a thing of legends.

When the two of us came, hard and frantic, we collapsed into a pile on the floor, his back taking the force of the fall.

He pushed my hair behind my ears and trailed his fingers up and down my neck as he studied me.

“And so it begins,” he whispered. “The real adventure. How long do I have you for?”

“For now… two weeks.”

“Just two weeks?” His brows knitted together. “That’s not enough.”

“I said for now, greedy. I have to go back after that. I have a business to run, and that business doesn’t stop just because I’m unable to resist the love of my life.”

“The love of your life, huh?” He smirked lazily.

I pressed a finger down on his chin, making those swollen lips I loved so much, part. “It’s always been you, superstar. It always will be you. Now we just have to figure out how to navigate the technicalities of us. This first hurdle was always going to be the hardest part for me. Now I’ve done that…”

“... you can do anything.”

“One step at a time.” I kissed him, and he kissed me back, but there was no urgency in this kiss. It was lazy and almost sleepy, our lips loose and our eyes closed as we ran fingers through hair and over damp skin and tight nipples.

I loved all of his kisses, but those slow, effortless ones were my favourite, and so I indulged in the very things I’d spent years avoiding thinking about. For Danny Silver, I became an addict again, knowing we had all the time in the world this time to get it right. I was going to overdose on every fantasy I’d ever had about him, and I wasn’t going to feel guilty about any of it. Not even when his manager, Billie, banged on the dressing room door to remind him that he had a show to get ready for that night. The two of us rolled over, laughing, and Danny’s kisses drifted down my stomach until he was pushing my legs apart and pinning them down so he could taste me.

No, I definitely didn’t feel guilty then.

Not even for a second.

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“You’re still not going to tell me?” I asked from the back seat of the car Danny had called for. Paris whizzed by in front of me, different shades of bright white lights twinkling away beyond the blacked-out window I was currently looking through in awe.

“No.”

I turned to take him in. He wore that white T-shirt he’d been wearing during soundcheck, teasing me with the defined edges of his chest muscles. His hair was scraped back and had been since the show finished. Watching him come alive on that stage in front of so many screaming fans had been a moment I wouldn’t ever forget. Not because of the sheer volume of people in there chanting his name, but for the way he couldn’t stop himself from drifting to the side of the stage I was standing at. His smile was wider than ever before, and his eyes were alive with wicked promises of what he was going to do to me again once we were alone.

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