the one more night that will take us to my tour, and when it’s over, we’ll have all the time in the world to be together.
The anticipation is already killing me.
“Go for it,” she says.
I’m nervous to have this conversation, but I don’t know if I’ll sleep over the next four months if I don’t. “Last time we were in a relationship and I was on tour, you ended up blocking me and refusing to communicate with me. I know we’re in a much different place now, but I gotta tell you, Dani, I’m terrified to leave for this tour. I can’t have it happen again.”
She flexes her fingers and squeezes my hand, and then she brings our connected hands to her lips. “It won’t. I’m a different person now. We’re both different, as individuals and together. I will never keep Luna from you again. I promise.”
And that promise is just something I’m going to have to trust.
She pulls on my hand, and I take that as a signal. I shift on the bed until I’m hovering over her, and then my mouth collides with hers.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I slam my hips to hers as my tongue presses into her mouth. She meets me beat for beat, her hips thrusting wildly against mine as this pent-up passion boils to the surface.
I don’t know if I can stop myself.
I absolutely did not come into her bedroom with the intention of it leading us to sex, yet I don’t want to stop myself, and I know she doesn’t, either.
It’s our last night.
It’s time.
We’ve talked our way around it, but she’s right. The simmering sexual tension is too much for both of us, and this is our moment.
She reaches under my shirt, her fingertips cold on my warm skin. She skates her nails up my back as I shudder over her. I drive my hips toward her again, and she moans as she breaks from our kiss to lean her neck back. My lips move there, and I suck my way along her sweet skin. I move quickly, because as much as I want this to last forever...we don’t have forever. I leave for tour tomorrow. I still have shit to do tonight.
But this takes precedence.
She takes precedence.
And she always will.
CHAPTER 45
DANIELLE
The last time we had sex, it was up against his front door and I was holding life-changing secrets as my husband sat at home knowing it was over between us even though the words hadn’t been spoken.
This time is a completely different experience. The passion is still there, and there’s still an element that we shouldn’t be doing this, but there’s so much love. I felt it last time, but I was hiding too much from him. Now it’s all out on the table, and he still wants me.
He still wants me.
I think that’s the part that surprises me the most in all this.
His hips continue to slam against mine in what I can only describe as the hottest foreplay of all time. He slides a hand along my thigh as he kisses my neck. All the sensations mix together as a wave of need roars through me. I need him. I need this connection. I need him inside me. I need his whispered promises. I need all of that so I can hold onto it when the ache of loneliness bears down on me over the next four months.
I usually let him take control, but something comes over me. I need this and I need it now. I grasp the hem of his shirt, and he helps rip it off. He tosses it to the floor, and I urge him over and roll us so I’m on top of him.
I push my hips down and circle them over him, and I’m rewarded with a sexy little growl. I allow my hands the feast they’ve been waiting for. I run my fingertips along the ridges in his abdomen, six perfect muscles that come from whatever he does to keep them in shape. I’ve seen him swimming and running and lifting weights over the time I’ve lived in his house and I’m reaping the rewards of his hard work.
I feel his hardness beneath me, and I shift my body over him so I’m rubbing myself on his erection. He grunts then reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head, and his hands glide slowly up my torso before they land on my breasts.
I moan and keep