suddenly came rushing forward to
meet him. His skin, my skin, the feeling of no barrier between us...
"Shit,
Monique, I gotta stop..."
I moaned as he
pulled back, panting hard. Then I smacked the pillow in frustration.
"Sorry
baby," he growled.
"Don't call
me baby," I muttered petulantly. He looked at me, so uncertain that I had
to laugh. "I'm not gonna bite you or anything," I sighed.
"You're right, we...we...can't do that yet."
"Next place
we stop, we can go get tested," he said eagerly. "I'm clean, I promise,
but I don't expect you to believe that just yet."
Just yet. I pressed my lips together and stared at
the ceiling. We had spent exactly three whole days together. That was it. What
was I thinking, letting him inside of me without a condom? I knew nothing about
his past, only his word to go on.
Strangely, his
word seemed to be enough.
"What are
you thinking?" he asked. "I can see all those worry lines wrinklin'
up that pretty forehead of yours." He leaned over and brushed a gentle
kiss across it, like he was trying to smooth the lines away.
I pressed my lips
together more tightly. I wanted to tell him...but I also didn't want to hurt
him. In twenty-four hours time, I had gone from only wanting his body, to
wanting his happiness. His smile lit up the room like the sun emerging from
behind a cloud. How could I be the one responsible for dimming the sun?
"Nothing,"
I sighed instead. "Just frustrated." I darted a quick kiss on his
shoulder. "Female equivalent of blue balls."
"I have an
idea that might help," he grinned evilly. His hand went roughly between my
legs, shoving them apart.
When his tongue
met my center, I arched into him, aching for him harder than ever. And the
whole long, delicious time he stayed down there, I didn't have to think about
the fact that we only had three weeks together. Three weeks and then he
continued his tour in Europe and I went back to my regular life...without him.
When I came,
there were tears in my eyes.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Tanner
I knew she didn't
think I was serious, but I was. We had soundcheck early today, but the second I
got some free time, I had no problem with marching hand and hand with her down
to the clinic.
That moment of
connection when I was inside of her, no barrier between us, clinched it. I was
gone for her. This challenging, feisty, gorgeous woman owned me completely and
I wasn't sure I was ever going to be the same. Or that I wanted to be.
But when her last
cries died away, there was a knock on the door. "Ah, sorry Tanner,"
Jimmy's voice was abashed. He knew what he was interrupting. Fifty bucks said
the other guys ganged up on him and forced him to knock. "But they moved
soundcheck up and all and er..."
Monique squirmed
under me, grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around her lithe body, hiding
her magnificent breasts, and I sighed. "Gotta head into the office,
baby," I whispered, kissing her while the taste of her still lingered on
my tongue.
She blinked
rapidly. "Good. I'll get some shots of you guys playing." She slid to
the edge of the bed, her shoulders weirdly tight. "I need to work today
too." She bit the edge off the last part of her words.
I stood still for
a moment. "You okay?"
She stood up, a
casual smile plastered on her face. Too casual. Monique couldn't hide her
feelings for shit, and right now something was bothering her. This time I was
pretty sure it wasn't me, not while I still had the smell of her on my chin
anyway. "I'm great," she said, pressing her hand to my cheek.
"Time to go to work."
Any chance I
would have had to press her was lost when Jimmy tapped on the door again.
"All right, all right, I'm comin'," I grumbled, pulling on
yesterday's jeans.
Tonight was the
true kickoff to the tour. Last night's solo show was just a warmup, a way to
work through a few lighting cues, while
meet him. His skin, my skin, the feeling of no barrier between us...
"Shit,
Monique, I gotta stop..."
I moaned as he
pulled back, panting hard. Then I smacked the pillow in frustration.
"Sorry
baby," he growled.
"Don't call
me baby," I muttered petulantly. He looked at me, so uncertain that I had
to laugh. "I'm not gonna bite you or anything," I sighed.
"You're right, we...we...can't do that yet."
"Next place
we stop, we can go get tested," he said eagerly. "I'm clean, I promise,
but I don't expect you to believe that just yet."
Just yet. I pressed my lips together and stared at
the ceiling. We had spent exactly three whole days together. That was it. What
was I thinking, letting him inside of me without a condom? I knew nothing about
his past, only his word to go on.
Strangely, his
word seemed to be enough.
"What are
you thinking?" he asked. "I can see all those worry lines wrinklin'
up that pretty forehead of yours." He leaned over and brushed a gentle
kiss across it, like he was trying to smooth the lines away.
I pressed my lips
together more tightly. I wanted to tell him...but I also didn't want to hurt
him. In twenty-four hours time, I had gone from only wanting his body, to
wanting his happiness. His smile lit up the room like the sun emerging from
behind a cloud. How could I be the one responsible for dimming the sun?
"Nothing,"
I sighed instead. "Just frustrated." I darted a quick kiss on his
shoulder. "Female equivalent of blue balls."
"I have an
idea that might help," he grinned evilly. His hand went roughly between my
legs, shoving them apart.
When his tongue
met my center, I arched into him, aching for him harder than ever. And the
whole long, delicious time he stayed down there, I didn't have to think about
the fact that we only had three weeks together. Three weeks and then he
continued his tour in Europe and I went back to my regular life...without him.
When I came,
there were tears in my eyes.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Tanner
I knew she didn't
think I was serious, but I was. We had soundcheck early today, but the second I
got some free time, I had no problem with marching hand and hand with her down
to the clinic.
That moment of
connection when I was inside of her, no barrier between us, clinched it. I was
gone for her. This challenging, feisty, gorgeous woman owned me completely and
I wasn't sure I was ever going to be the same. Or that I wanted to be.
But when her last
cries died away, there was a knock on the door. "Ah, sorry Tanner,"
Jimmy's voice was abashed. He knew what he was interrupting. Fifty bucks said
the other guys ganged up on him and forced him to knock. "But they moved
soundcheck up and all and er..."
Monique squirmed
under me, grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around her lithe body, hiding
her magnificent breasts, and I sighed. "Gotta head into the office,
baby," I whispered, kissing her while the taste of her still lingered on
my tongue.
She blinked
rapidly. "Good. I'll get some shots of you guys playing." She slid to
the edge of the bed, her shoulders weirdly tight. "I need to work today
too." She bit the edge off the last part of her words.
I stood still for
a moment. "You okay?"
She stood up, a
casual smile plastered on her face. Too casual. Monique couldn't hide her
feelings for shit, and right now something was bothering her. This time I was
pretty sure it wasn't me, not while I still had the smell of her on my chin
anyway. "I'm great," she said, pressing her hand to my cheek.
"Time to go to work."
Any chance I
would have had to press her was lost when Jimmy tapped on the door again.
"All right, all right, I'm comin'," I grumbled, pulling on
yesterday's jeans.
Tonight was the
true kickoff to the tour. Last night's solo show was just a warmup, a way to
work through a few lighting cues, while
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