Her kiss is just as desperate as mine, her hands gripping my hair as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, before gently biting the bottom one and tugging. “I want you here with me. Will you stay?”
She smiles against my lips and nods. “I might’ve quit my job to be here, so I don’t have to be back for a while.”
“Are you serious, Nat? You’re not fucking with me?” I gently grip her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “You’re staying?”
“I’m staying. For as long as you want me to.” She pauses to kiss me. “I’m yours, Madden. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into by becoming the rock star’s girlfriend.” I grab the back of her head and crush my lips against hers, climbing onto the tour bus and shutting the door behind us. “You sure you can handle that?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
She truly has no idea. Because I don’t plan to leave her side unless I have to. Fuck, I might even bring her on stage with me. Natalie is mine; so fucking mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
NATALIE
I ignored Madden’s calls and texts the last day needing our first interaction to be in person. I needed to see his face for our conversation to see how he truly felt. The last thing I expected was for him to walk off stage to come after me. My plan was to show up dressed like the first time he saw me and wait for him to spot me out in the crowd.
I didn’t expect the concert to be as crazy and packed as it was, but apparently, RISK sells a lot more tickets now than two years ago. I should’ve known that when I bought a concert ticket and the show was nearly sold out.
It was easy to tell something was off with Madden on stage. He was even singing the wrong lyrics, and for a second, I was worried he’d spiraled into his old habits of getting so wasted he can’t function.
My heart was racing the whole time, waiting for something bad to happen. When he stopped the music and began talking to the crowd, I swear my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe the whole time I waited to hear what he had to say that was so important he stopped in the middle of a performance.
We can’t keep our mouths and hands off each other as Madden carries me to the back of the tour bus, past four bunks and into a private bedroom. The moment the bedroom door shuts behind us, he tosses me onto the bed and climbs on top of me.
My entire body is on fire with need as he yanks his leather jacket off of me and hurriedly undresses me as if he’ll die if he isn’t inside of me soon. I feel the same way. I want him inside of me and all over me. I want everything that is Madden Parker. I’m in love with this man and I never want to go without him again.
“Take it off, Madden.” I smile up at him when he rips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, amused. “You don’t think I’ve noticed that hashtag trending?”
He smirks and sits up, teasingly undoing his jeans just to mess with me. “How badly do you want me to take these off?”
“Really fucking bad, rock star.” He grins and undoes the zipper, before grabbing the back of my head and kissing me hard. “I’m desperate at this point,” I tease, nibbling his bottom lip. “Take them off. Now.”
He bites his bottom lip and lets out a small growl. “Fuck, I love it when you give me orders.” Standing up, he kicks out of his jeans and climbs back on top of me, his muscles bulging as he holds his weight above me. “I missed the shit out of you, babe. Don’t be surprised if we stay in this room for a couple of days. I have some making up to do.”
I close my eyes and moan when he trails kisses over my stomach and breasts, before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. Everything he does is so sexy. The head of his dick against my entrance has me thrusting my hips up, desperate for him to sink into me. When he does, slow and deep, I cry out and bite his arm.