Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (15 page)

“You’re pretty damn amazing, you know
that? Thank you for setting this up so quickly. We owe you.”

Her eyes are kind as they settle back on
mine. When she smiles
,
my heart does a summersault
in my chest. I instinctively reach for her waist but pull my hands back when I
hear the commotion at the door. Sighing, I
look
at
the line of fans shuffl
ing
in before turning back to Lyric. “Meet me in the
hotel lobby when we’re done here.”

“Okay,” she
says
.
“I’m going there now to get everyone checked in. See you soon.”

It seems natural to lean down and brush
my lips against hers, but I don’t for a million damn reasons. I will be kissing
those lips, though. Soon, but not soon enough.

My
body is wrecked
from
exhaustion by the time we
leave the venue, my eyes fighting to stay open. The guys went straight to
the
bar after the meet
'
n’
greet, so I’m riding back to the hotel with Rex. When I see Lyric waiting for
me in the lobby, just as I asked, I want to melt. She changed into black capris
leggings and a Wolf hoodie. Fucking gorgeous.

She glances up from her phone and watches
me approach, concern etched in her features. “You okay?”

I don’t respond right away. Instead, I
wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck. When I take in her scent,
sparks light up my entire body at the sheer pleasure of it. Up until this
moment
,
I’ve respected the distance Lyric was
keeping between us, but I can’t stay away from her anymore. It’s killing me.
This. Holding her. Breathing her in. It’s everything I’ve always wanted but
never kn
ew
until I met her.

To my surprise, she returns my embrace
and tightens her hold around my waist, filling my chest with warmth. “What’s
wrong?”

“Everything. I just need this. And I’m
fucking wrecked after today.”

“Should we go somewhere?” Her voice is
muffled
in
my shoulder
,
but I hear her.

I shake my head. “I can barely keep my
eyes open. Let’s go to my room.” She freezes in my hold, so I pull myself
away
to look her in her eyes. “Just to talk, Lyric.
And I want to hold you.” I brush my finger across her cheek, loving the way she
look
s
back at me now
—
like
she’s conflicted but there’s no way she’s going to deny my needs.

“Your room or mine?”

T
here’s a ridiculous smile on my face when
she blushes and leads me to the elevator. We get in
,
and I wrap my arms around her from behind, never wanting to let go. After
tonight, I hope I never do. Once
we're
safely
inside her hotel room, I head for the bathroom first. It’s been nonstop
for hours,
and my bladder is about to explode. I’d
kill for a shower
,
but I’m not sacrificing any
of the precious
time
I have with Lyric.

She’s sitting
on
the bed when I enter the room,
her
feet
dangling off
the edge and her
head down as if
she's
in deep thought. I sit beside her, making no
move to touch her, although it’s all I want to do. I’m surprised
when she
speak
s
first. “That was nice what you said about me tonight. On stage.”

I look at her. “I meant it.”

Her next breath is a deep one,
drawin
g my eyes
to the
rise and
fall
of
her chest, but I catch
myself and immediately lift them to her
face
.
Tonight isn’t about sex. Lyric deserves different.

“Look, these two weeks have been hell.
I’m not sure if
your
avoiding me has more to
do with Crawley than it does my reputation, but you should know I’m not going
to let Crawley be the reason you can’t even look at me anymore. I’ll deal with
him.”

Her lids flutter closed for a second
,
and then
her eyes are
on me again. I have to suck in a breath to catch myself from throwing her back
on the bed and claiming her mouth. “It’s not Crawley. What he said to me didn’t
help the situation—”

I heat up immediately. “What did Crawley
say?”

She shakes her head. “Some shit about my
reputation and your
todger
.” She surprises me by
giggling. It’s so fucking adorable. I melt. “He may have been out of line, but
he was right. I’m here to do a job, and it’s obvious I can’t do my job if we’re
messing around.”

I groan and turn to face her. “That was
the hotel’s mess up, Lyric. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have scrambled to find
accommodations for everyone and then paid for it. They fucked up. Not you. Stop
beating yourself up. And stop using that as an excuse why you ignored every
single one of my messages that night and every attempt I
've
made to talk to you
since
. I
wanted to respect your space. Part of me started
to
think
maybe the distance was a good thing. What I feel for you isn’t normal—for me. I
can’t promise you the world, like you deserve. All I know is I’ve been
miserable since that day. It doesn’t help that you have zero reason to think
more of me.”

“Wolf, it’s not that I don’t think more
of you. You’ve surprised me. I didn’t expect to—” she shakes her head. “I would
have slept with you, and then what? You go back to your lineup of women, and I
go back to being just your road manager?”

My chest puffs. “Have you seen me so much
as talk to any of those women
who've
come
around?”

She doesn’t hesitate before shaking her
head, which tells me she’s already thought of this. Good. “I guess not.”

“Why do you think that is?”

She shrugs, avoiding my eyes.

I groan. “Lyric, you’re the only one I
see. When I’m singing to a sea of faces,
yours is
the one I look for. The moment we step back on the bus, you’re the one I want
to spend my time with.”

Her mouth drops open
,
and there
are tears
in her eyes. “But what does it mean, Wolf? You’ve suddenly changed? And I’m not
just
talking
about the rumors
;
I’m referring to conversations you and I have had.
You told me I wasn’t your type, and then you made it clear that you don’t date.
It didn’t matter to me because I didn’t come on this tour looking for anything.
I was running away from
one thing
that was bad
for my heart, and I smack right into another.”

My insides squeeze as a tear slips from
her eye. I wipe it away the moment it hits her cheek. “It’s a good thing you’re
not my type. We both know what I was doing before I met you. I’m not proud of
it, and I can’t promise you that I’m a changed man. I don’t know what this is
between us, okay? What I can tell you is that I’ll be completely honest with
you while we figure this shit out
. B
ecause I
want to. Don’t you?”

She nods and takes a ragged inhale. I let
out a sigh and lean my forehead on hers. “Thank fuck.” She laughs. “Now that
we’ve settled that,” I
say as I
pull her to
her feet and tilt her chin up until our eyes meet. “I’m not leaving your side
tonight
,
so either I
stay here with you or you com
e
to my
room. No sex,” I say, letting the promise linger in the air. “Just let me hold
you.”

I hear her intake of breath and it fills
me with warmth.

“You can stay.” It’s barely a whisper.

“Good,” I growl with a puff of my chest.
Damn, this feels good. Just being here. I don’t want to get up but if I’m going
to sleep with Lyric, my balls should be fresh. Even if she won’t be touching
them. I cry a little inside. “Before I climb in next to your sexy ass, I need a
shower. Don’t disappear on me, okay?”

She smiles shyly and my insides go crazy.
What the fuck is wrong with my chest?

“Go,” she says with a little shove.

I’m not sure if jacking off in the shower
will help or hurt me tonight, but I do it anyway, praying the release holds me
over until I can take care of myself again in the morning. I meant what I said
to Lyric about no sex. It wasn’t a lure to get into bed with her.
Now, a
ll I have to do is think about the feel of her
tits hugging my cock
, and I'm
fully hard in
seconds. The purple beast below my waist is aching for it.

I come in record time and exit the
shower, throwing a towel around my waist. After digging around in my overnight
bag, I find everything I need. I apply deodorant, run a comb through my hair,
and throw on a pair of boxer-briefs, then shorts. It’s suffocating, but safe.
After some hesitation I decide to put on a shirt
,
too.

She’s already under the covers when I
flip off the
bathroom
light and make my way to
her. I slip under the comforter and immediately pull her to me so my limp dick
is nestled between her ass cheeks and my nose is in her hair. She smells like
heaven, and the thin fabric of her tank top is soft against my
skin
. I brush a strand of her long hair off her neck
and dip down to taste the flesh of her shoulder with a light bite, lick, and
kiss. Her moan is soft and encouraging
,
so
I do it again. My dick isn’t limp anymore
,
and I realize tonight might hurt
—
a lot. She shifts, sliding her ass a little
,
and I can’t help but push
against
her.

With a
feather
-
light
touch
, I drag
my fingers down her arm until I
reach her hand.
Tw
ining our fingers together,
I squeeze, and then press my dick
against
her
again. I groan with anticipation. Her breathing comes out in long strings of
heavy pants that speak directly to my aching balls. She doesn’t have to tell me
she wants me. The tiny noises coming from her throat and the way her ass pushes
into me tells me everything I need to know.

“We’re not having sex tonight,” I repeat
as she grinds her ass against me, causing me to grit my teeth.

I u
nravel our fingers
,
slide my hand back up her body until I reach the bottom of her
tank top
,
and slip it beneath the fabric. I’m
addicted to touching her silky soft skin. Moving my hand up further, I grip her
bare waist and press into her again. I’m fully solid now. “Turn around.”

When she’s facing me, she bats her eyes,
then places a hand at the bottom of my shirt and tugs.

I lift my hands over my head to remove
it
, leaving my chest bare for her searching fingers.
She’s focused on every detail,
leaving
chills
behind every touch
. I’m so interested in what she’s
doing to me I forget about touching her. My entire body is vibrating. And then
her hands reach the waist of my shorts. “Off.”

My body goes tense and I stare at her
with warning. My dick jerks with excitement as if he knows she’s coming after
him. “Lyric
.
”

“No sex tonight, but I want to feel you.”

Fuck
.

I tug the shorts off quickly
and
kick them to the end of the bed. “Better?” I ask
huskily.

She smiles and
shifts
so her legs are intertwined with mine,
and
then
she presses a sweet kiss below one pec, creating a buzz throughout my body.
Just the feel of her lips on my skin is too much.

She continues to place kisses on random
spots
on
my chest, working her way up to my
neck. When she reaches her destination, I groan and place my hand on the back
of her neck, massaging it slowly as my raging erection continues to dig into
her.

Every movement causes my balls to ache a
little more, but I can’t get over the fact that her lips have touched most of
my body except my lips. I need her mouth. Now.