freaking about Mia apparently moving, and now you’re talking about where we’re going to live...”
I sit back and enjoy his first-time emotional freak out way too much. I just smile at him, while he continues processing. “You’re going to have to spell it out for me, maybe, love, just a bit more slowly. What exactly are you asking?”
“I’m saying that after I move here, to L.A. and record my first music album with you. What happens after? What are we going to do then?”
He crouches down on his knees in front of me, hands resting on my thighs, just like yesterday in the studio when he proclaimed his love for me and asked me to move in with him. I very much like seeing him on his knees in front of me.
I nod and watch his smile grow, finally, processing all this information. That I said I will do the album and move in with him in L.A.. I just gave him everything he wants and I revel in watching him click the pieces together. And I know when he finally gets it - when it finally clicks - because I see that look of lust and desire spread across his face as it does. His breathing increases, his mouth falls just slightly open like it does when we pull apart from a passionate kiss, and his pupils dilate to where his irises almost completely disappear. It’s intense watching his emotions flick across his face and I know my own breathing has increased right along with his.
“Whatever the hell we want.” He growls and then pounces like a tiger attacking his prey. He pushes me back into the lounge chair, and shifts his full weight on top of me attacking my mouth like he’s been starved for years.
My hands grab the back of his hair and pull him closer to me, arching into his body he has flattened on top of mine. His mouth moves against mine as a man possessed, powerfully throwing his tongue into mine. I fight him back with everything I have as a moan escapes my lips.
A loud coughing followed by an “Ahem,” breaks us apart and prevents me from losing myself completely in the moment.
Zack growls as he slowly pulls back from me. His breathing is ragged but doesn’t remove his eyes from mine. “Chase. This is a really bad fucking time, man.”
Chase clears his throat. “Yeah, but….Nic….were you serious?”
I slowly peel my eyes away from Zack’s and smile at Chase. “As a heart attack, Chase.” His cheeks blush a faint pink. Who would have thought massively sized rock star drummers could actually blush?
“Sorry for interrupting,” he mutters more to himself than us and walks back inside.
“Where were we?” I ask, looking back to Zack, his face still inches from mine.
“What was that about?” He slowly leans back from me and pulls me up to sit straddled in front of him on the chair. My body aches from the loss of his on mine.
“Mia’s moving.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. Something I only do when I am stressed or worried, which Zack undoubtedly knows given how well he can read me.
“I gathered that from earlier. How are you doing with that?” I love the concerned look on his face. It’s totally unnecessary this time.
“I’m okay, I think.” I take a minute to gather my thoughts.
“I called her this morning to talk about recording and moving here, and she dropped the bomb saying she’s been up for a promotion. It’s for their International Buying department, and she’s passed up on it before, and I know the only reason she did that is because she was scared of leaving me. She has to move to New York, right after Christmas.”
Zack studies me for a minute. Probably still wondering why I’m not freaking out. Slowly, he drops his head and rubs the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. I know that look.
“Is that why …”
I squeeze his knee and cut him off because apparently, I do have some mind reading abilities of my own.
“Shut up.” His head snaps to mine and I stare at him firmly and confidently. “No. That is not why I agreed to move here. It is not why I agreed to do the album. She only told me that after we talked about everything else. These two are not related and don’t you think for one second that the only reason I’m willing to move here, to be with