The Secret 05 Ella and Micha: Infinitely and Always by Jessica Sorensen Page A

slightly softens. “Look, if it was up to me, I’d let you do whatever.”
    Yeah, right. I know Mike enough to understand how full of bullshit he is ninety-nine percent of the time.
    He places a hand on my shoulder. “Just think about it, okay? You’ll have a few weeks off coming up in the next couple of months. Go on a vacation or something. Clear your head a little.”
    I offer him the same fake smile he gave me earlier. “Fine.”
    “There ya go.” He pats my cheek, pleased, as if I’ve just told him I agree with changing my image. Then he turns and walks away to charm whatever other bands he can find lurking around the hallways.
    Me, I reach right for the doorknob, glad the tour will be over in two months because this shit is starting to get old.
    As I push open the door and step into the small room, I force myself to shed all of my problems and leave them out in the hallway.
    “Hey, sad boy,” Ella greets me the moment I enter, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close.
    “ Sad boy ?” I drop my guitar to the floor and hug her back with everything I have in me. Suddenly, I can breathe freer. “I’m way beyond happy right now.”
    I haven’t seen her in almost a month, and I didn’t realize until now just how great of an affect her absence has on me. Ever since she opened her own art gallery and started traveling with me less, being on the road has gotten harder. It’s been almost two years that I’ve been doing this on my own, and the loneliness has begun to take a toll on me.
    “Yeah, but you weren’t earlier.” She nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck. “You looked sad playing tonight.”
    “You could tell?” The intoxicating vanilla scent of her is almost enough to fade my problems away.
    “Of course I could tell.” She presses her lips to my throbbing pulse. “After five years of marriage, I know you as well as you know me, mister.”
    I chuckle as I pull away and drop a soft kiss to her full lips, her taste warming my body. “Is that so?”
    Her beautiful green eyes sparkle. “Of course that’s so. I’m always right. Haven’t you realized that yet?”
    Laughter slips from my lips as I cup her face between my hands. “I love you, pretty girl.”
    She smiles as I lean in to kiss her. “I love you, too.”
    Our lips meet halfway, and the connection sparks an overwhelming desire. My body becomes way too eager, way too fast. Within ten seconds, I’m unbuttoning her shirt, tugging at the locks of her auburn air, and tasting her with hunger, lust, love, and need.
    She softly chuckles against my lips as I jerk her shirt off. “You’re always so horny every time I visit.”
    “Mmmm.” I suck her tongue into my mouth as I cup her ass and press her body into mine. “You taste so good.”
    When she runs her fingers through my hair and giggles, the sound is like soulful music to my ears.
    “You’re all sweaty from performing,” she whispers against my lips while her hand wanders down my back, then she slips it into the back pocket of my jeans. “It’s sexy.”
    With one swift movement and a low growl, I scoop her up into my arms and plant her ass on top of the table in the corner of the room. “You’re the sexy one.” I spread her legs and grind myself against her.
    She moans in response, her head falling back, her eyelids fluttering. “God, that feels so good.”
    “It’s about to feel even better,” I murmur against her lips as my fingers wander to the clasp of her bra.
    Right as I’m about to unfasten it, someone knocks at the door.
    “Go away,” I shout then devour Ella with my lips again as I unhook her bra and slip the straps from her shoulders. As the fabric falls from her chest, I plant needy kisses down her neck to the base of her throat, trailing down all the way to her breasts. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck hard, just how she likes it.
    “Micha,” she gasps, her knees coming up to my hips as her fingers tangle through my hair.
    I move to