I didn’t need any other encouragement. I turned back around to watch him, and just like before, I found his eyes on me. Then a pair of panties hit his chest and fell to the ground at his feet. I tried hard to ignore the jealous fire that started burning in my chest. Krit’s eyes dropped down when someone called his name loud enough to get his attention, and a bra was slung at him. He caught it then held it up before letting it fall to his feet.
I knew this was his world, but I wasn’t doing well dealing with it tonight. Turning back around, my eyes met Trisha’s. She was watching me closely. I forced a smile because I didn’t want her to know how it all made me feel. She’d tell him, or worse, she’d tell me I couldn’t handle it and needed to back away.
“That’s his life. He’s encouraged it for years. They think that’s what he wants and will be their ticket into his bed. But he’s never acted about anyone the way he acts about you.” She leaned forward. “Please give him time to figure this out.”
I nodded. I couldn’t leave him. I wasn’t strong enough for that. He was everything I’d never had or thought I could have. Letting him go would be impossible. He would have to push me away.
“And here he comes. Didn’t take long,” Dewayne said, grinning over the head of the girl who was doing something to his neck.
Trisha’s smile grew, and I turned around to see that Krit was off the stage and headed my way with long determined strides. The rest of the band was talking to fans and just now stepping down, but he was almost to me.
He invaded my personal space, but I soaked him up. His arms caged me as he rested a hand on each side of the table behind me. “You good?” he asked simply.
“Yeah,” I replied a little too quickly. It hadn’t even sounded real to my ears.
Krit’s eyes narrowed, then he looked up at his sister. “I’m taking her,” he said, then his arm was around my shoulders and we were walking back to the stage door.
“Where are we going?” I asked, confused. He was on a break.
“Back to the greenroom. I need you alone,” he said as he shoved open the door and led me inside. He took us down a hallway and then opened another door. The lock clicked behind us, and I turned to look around. There were two leather sofas, and a bar with beers and a few bottles of liquor. A flat-screen television was on the far wall, and some signed posters of bands covered the other walls.
“It bothered you,” he said, backing me up to the closest sofa.
“What?”
“The shit they threw at me. You turned away,” he replied, and then grabbed my waist and spun me around so he was sitting on the sofa and pulling me down onto his lap. I had to straddle him in order to sit in the position he wanted me to.
“You touched it.” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.
His eyes slanted, and his hands came up to cup my br**sts. “But these are the ones I wanna touch.”
I sucked in a shaky breath and sank down onto his lap. The hard ridge from his erection touched me through only my panties and his jeans as a barrier. I couldn’t stop the pleased sound that escaped me.
“Easy, love. Are you sore?”
I was, but it was a pleasant sore. “Just more sensitive,” I explained.
Krit ran his hands through my hair and wrapped strands around his finger. “I love that I did that. Makes me hard just thinking about it. Being inside you, you were so tight and hot.”
Okay, this naughty talk he seemed to be fond of did it for me. It wasn’t just sensitive—now it was throbbing.
“What I said to you earlier wasn’t because you had just shown me nirvana.” He grinned, and his dimples peeked at me. “I was f**king serious. I. Am. Obsessed. With. You.”
Obsessed. It wasn’t love, but it was more than I had hoped for. More than I had expected. He wanted me. Someone wanted me, and it was someone I wanted more than anything else in the world.
“I’ll learn to deal with the bras and panties thrown at you,” I assured him. “Could you not touch them though?”
A chuckled vibrated against his chest. “I won’t touch them,” he replied. “Didn’t mean to that time. It’s a habit. I wasn’t even thinking.”
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Let’s break that habit,” I said teasingly.
Krit’s hands had been resting on my bare thighs where my skirt had ridden up. One of his hands moved until he was cupping me. “Only panties I care about touching.”
The desire to have him touch me again and feel him inside me was overwhelming. “How much time do we have?” I asked, shifting my hips so that his hand rubbed me.
His eyes lit up. “Not enough time. I can’t.” He swallowed hard. “I need more time with you than what I have left for that.”
Disappointed, I stopped teasing myself with his hand and nodded.