Free One Night with Sole Regret 02 Tempt Me by Olivia Cunning Page B

didn't mind the dampness of
Adam's T-shirt as she wrapped him in a tight embrace and buried her
face in his shoulder. She couldn’t stop her tongue from collecting
the salty tang of sweat from his neck. The guitar cutting into her
belly only increased her awareness of him.
    Watching Adam perform and
seeing how much his music meant to so many people infused her with
pride. And worry. She couldn’t compete with the crowd or his music.
Maybe she could steal him away from the world and keep him all to herself, but
she had no business getting in the way of his music career. No
right to make demands on his time that might interfere with his
continued success. Yet could she give everything to this
relationship and expect so little in return? Would she ever be
happy with him? Would she ever be happy without him?
    Her arms tightened, drawing him closer
still. She never had these confusing thoughts when they were alone
together, just when she was confronted with his infamy. And fame
was part of who he was. She had to come to grips with that somehow
or this relationship would never work.
    “ I need a shower.” He
rubbed his nose against her ear, his labored breathing stirring
stray hairs against her neck. “Care to join me?”
    She nodded and held him more
tightly.
    “ Let's go to the hotel,” he
whispered into her ear. “I can't wait to be alone with you. I can
smell your pussy all over my left hand. Every time I caught scent
of it, I wanted to say screw the concert and drag you off to a
secluded corner for another vigorous fuck.”
    She didn’t know whether to celebrate
him telling her how much he wanted her or if she should feel guilty
for breaking his concentration on stage. He had a lot of people who
depended on him to perform at his best.
    “ Sorry,” she said to his
chest.
    “ For what?”
    “ Making things difficult
for you.”
    He pulled away and captured her face
between both hands, tilting her head back so she had no choice but
to look into his eyes. “I'm not sure what you're so worried about,
but stop it. It’s starting to piss me off.” He didn’t sound the
least bit angry. He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “I don't
want you to worry about anything for the rest of the night, except
how you want me to make love to you next.”
    She forced her concerns to the back of
her mind. She knew when they were alone together all the worries
that weighed her down wouldn't even be considerations. He had a way
of making her forget everything but the moment. Everyone but
him.
    “ Maybe the hotel suite has
a bathtub made for two,” she whispered.
    “ Baby, as far as we’re
concerned, all bathtubs are made for two.”
    He handed his equipment to an anxious
roadie, took Madison’s hand and led her toward the back of the
stadium, where the limo was waiting for the band. Owen and Kellen
were already inside the car.
    Owen had discovered Adam’s container
of gingersnaps and was scarfing them down one after another. He
seemed oblivious to the young woman tugging on his belt.
    “ I want to see it,” his
companion said. She had his zipper undone and her hand down his fly
before Madison and Adam had even settled in the seat facing them.
Adam cleared his throat to gain Owen’s attention and then nodded in
Madison’s direction with his eyebrows lifted.
    Owen caught the lady’s hand and tugged
it out of his pants. “Later,” he said. “We have
company.”
    Apparently Kellen didn’t count as
company. Madison realized Owen would be having a lot more fun right
now if she hadn’t shown up.
    “ Don’t mind me,” Madison
said. In actuality, she wanted to see it too—assuming the woman
struggling to return her hand to Owen’s crotch was interested in
his piercing.
    “ Are those my cookies?”
Adam yelled and yanked the container out of Owen’s hands. A single
gingersnap rattled around at the bottom of the bowl. Adam stuffed
it into his mouth and then threw the container at Owen’s head.
“Fucker,” he said