Page 61 of Sultry Oblivion

She shook her head. “You own two houses in Austin?”

“That’s where we spent most of our time. Where we fell in love. No way I was letting someone else have it.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Mrs. Ombly’s there. She keeps it up.”

“Why are you just now telling me this?” she squealed.

“Because it just came up.” I shrugged.

We held each other, content with the silence.

“Will you stay with me? For the rest of the tour?” I asked after a moment. “I feel like we’re better when we’re together.”

She kissed my lips. “Yes. This time. But we do need to figure out how to be apart.”

I gripped her closer, fear curling up my chest and into my throat. “Not now. Someday.”

She laid her head on my chest. “Someday.”

After our all-important conversation in Charleston, Aya and I did manage some sleep. The next day, we traveled to Nashville, and Aya got to know the guys better.

She glanced over from where she was pulling up a new pair of shorts. Thankfully Steve had found her luggage and dropped it off at our new hotel room last night.

I took a moment to admire her long, toned legs, smirking at the tiny quiver in them as she stopped moving. Her long hair was wet from the shower, but I knew when the dark strands dried, that riot of autumnal colors that had fascinated me so much as a kid would slowly appear. From the streaks of black to the deepest auburn, her hair played hide-and-seek with color. I was so thankful she’d agreed to finish the tour with me.

“What is it?” she asked. She buttoned her shorts and moved toward me, concern lighting her eyes. As she neared, I noted the glimmer of water clinging to her lashes. I loved her most like this—fresh, without makeup or artifice. Not that Aya didn’t makeover well. She was a fucking cover model dream with her hair and makeup, but this… Seeing her just showered, clothed in casual, comfortable items—this was for me.

“Nothing. You look hot,” I said.

She smiled, ducking her chin before darting her gaze up to meet mine. “You just—”

“Fucked you so hard against the shower enclosure my legs almost gave out. I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you again. I love hearing you screaming my name as you squeeze my cock.”

Her chest, with those perfect tits, rose and fell more quickly. I threaded my fingers into her hair, tugging her down over me, smirking as she found my erection and snuggled it between her thighs. Perfect.

“I’m glad you’re here for the show tonight. You’re my talisman. My malas.” I flicked the tassel on the bracelet she’d put back on after her shower.

“Then why were you upset a minute ago?” she asked.

“Not upset.” I waved my phone. “I just looked up how fast you could be attracted to someone.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Three seconds, Ay. It takes three full seconds for a person to realize they want someone.” I pointed at her with my phone before I tossed it onto the bed. “But you said you fell in love with me in less than a second. And…” I flipped her over, loving her squeak of surprise, the way her fingers gripped my biceps enough for her nails to dig in. I’d wear her marks with pride. I nuzzled into her neck. “I loved you right back, from that second when you looked up at me. It’s your eyes, Aya Aldringham. They slay me. And I can’t get enough of them, looking at me like I’m your hero.”

She sank deeper into the mattress, wrapping her legs around my thighs, her heels resting just under my butt. Aya was a genius; she knew just what we both needed.

“My Superstar.” She touched my cheeks, trailing her fingers down the planes of my face. “You saved me. Saved me from drowning.”

I kissed her, long and slow and deep—just like I wanted.

“When do you need to head over to the venue?” she asked after we broke apart.

“Soon. But after the show tonight, I want to make you sing my name.” I waggled my eyebrows.

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s pretty damn good.”

She smiled as she stretched. Her shirt was askew enough for me to catch the hint of lavender lace on her bra peeking out the top. My mouth watered.

Each time I looked at her, it was like falling in love all over again. My brain had known years before. Aya was my match, my love. And now I was ready for her, ready to become the man she deserved. Soon I’d make her my wife.

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