Page 54 of Sweet Oblivion

She smiled. “Have you seen anything other than the hotel room?”

“Nope.” I rolled my eyes. “Tour life.”

She nuzzled into my chest, where happy bubbles exploded. I settled my hand at the base of her neck, fingers tangled in her thick hair. She tipped her head back, and I lowered my mouth. I’d missed kissing Aya. The soft brush of her mouth against mine, her subtle shift closer, the parting of her lips as she opened for me—I’d experienced it before, but electricity still jolted down my spine and more fizziness blossomed in my chest.

I delved in deeper, needing her. She tilted her head, granting me more access.

“Well, I guess you two are glad to see each other.” Cam’s amused voice drifted across the room.

I lifted my head, arms still wrapped around my girl. “Yeah. I’m ecstatic.”

He smiled, wider and brighter than I’d seen before. “Good. Glad to have you back with us, Aya. And Steve will be here in ten minutes.”

Cam winked before ambling off.

“Cam knew you were coming,” I said, shuffling back enough so I could see her face.

She nodded. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“The best.”

She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me again. I moaned as her tongue brushed against mine. I yanked my head back and stared down at her, breathing hard. “Steve’ll be here soon.” That sounded more like a groan than words, but I didn’t want to stop.

I also wouldn’t embarrass Aya. No way would I have Steve see any part of her beautiful, sleek body, but I needed her naked. I needed to be inside her.

Her cool fingers touched my cheek, slipped down to the corner of my mouth. They trembled slightly, so I turned and kissed them.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”

“You most definitely should have.”

“But now we’re both…” She blushed but held my gaze.

I leaned forward, inhaling her soft scent. “I’m going to get you alone, to myself, soon,” I murmured before I nipped her ear. She yelped just as the suite door slammed shut.

“Hey, Nash, Cam said he wants to leave for the stadium in an hour.” Steve stopped in the doorway. He smiled as he took in Aya. I did, too. She wore a long sundress that left her shoulders bare. Low-heeled sandals showed off her bright green toenails. They matched the leaves in her floral-print dress. Her long hair was loose, waving over her shoulders and down her back.

Her makeup was light, soft, natural, and most of her lip gloss had rubbed off—on my mouth no doubt. I smiled, satisfaction blooming at the plump pinkness of her lips. She was so beautiful.

“Good to see you, Aya. How was MIT?”

A faint shudder rippled down from her shoulders. “Okay. I’m glad to be finished.”

Steve nodded.

I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward my bed. “Why just okay? What didn’t you tell me? Was that girl mean again?”

“We’re leaving in an hour,” Steve reminded me. “Want something sent up before we have to go?”

I looked at Aya, who shook her head. There’d be plenty to eat at the stadium, all part of the standard contract, so I shook my head, too.

“Tell me everything,” I said.

She dropped her gaze to her hands, which were now clasped in her lap. “I missed you, “ she blurted.

“I missed you, too,” I said. I lay down on the unmade bed and pulled her to my chest. She snuggled close.

“No, I mean I really missed you. And, yeah, Li was a problem, but I dealt with it.”

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