pretty words the way you do.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. Good thing Cindy’s returning to fix Shelby’s makeup, since I kinda messed up her hair too. “All my brain can conjure up are words like, touch. Lick. Kiss. Mine. The basics.”
A full-body shiver sweeps over her. “Well, that’s something, I guess.”
“Beautiful. That’s another word. But it doesn’t seem adequate to describe you. Sexy doesn’t quite cut it either.” No, I need a whole new word. Her skin’s all flushed, her golden curls a little mussed from where she’d been leaning against me. The crystal I gave her glitters against her creamy skin. Her plump breasts almost spilling out of the tight, low-cut dress are begging for my hands. My gaze drops to her lush, curvy hips exaggerated by the wide, shiny blue belt wrapped around the dip of her waist.
I shift, adjusting myself. My damn cock’s ready to bust through my jeans and wave at her.
“Rooster.” She sighs and wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight, not helping my imprisoned cock one bit. “I’m so happy you’re here.” She tips her head back. “For you. Not the orgasms. Those are a fantastic bonus, though.”
Forget my tortured cock—there’s that strange sensation pulsing through me again. That L word that’s getting harder and harder not to say every time I’m with her. “I’m happy I’m here too. Made a hotel reservation at a place down by the water for us tonight.”
“You did? You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I did. And I want to take you to an early lunch or something before you leave tomorrow.” Fuck, why am I bringing up that she’s leaving when I just got my hands on her?
“Why? You don’t have to do any of that.”
I squeeze her hips, seeking her softness under the layers of dress in my way. “I want to.” Seems like whenever we’re together we’re racing off somewhere or fucking. “I want to take you out on a normal date.”
“What’s normal for us?” She presses her hand over my heart. “You do so many sweet, helpful things that mean so much more than a dinner date.”
I wrap my fingers around hers, lifting her hand and brushing my lips over her inner wrist. “Just want you to know you’re special.”
“You always make me feel special.” She titters with laughter. “That tickles.”
Someone knocks on the dressing room door, cutting off our conversation. Judging by the persistent pounding, they’re not leaving.
“Dang.” Shelby spins away, curling her hand around the doorknob. She hesitates then turns and reaches up to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Like a complete sap, I press my fingers to the spot briefly before following her out of the bathroom. Good thing she’s tiny. My long legs make it to the door faster. I hold out my arm to keep her behind me while I open it.
She huffs. “I answer my own door all the time.”
“Humor me.”
Cindy holds up her makeup case. “Just me.” Her gaze shoots to Shelby and she wiggles her eyebrows. “Good to see you again, Logan.”
I run my hand over my beard, opening the door wider for Cindy to come in, amused as hell. Sounds like they’ve been chatting about me in my absence. Good stuff, if Cindy’s beaming smile is any indication.
“You need anything?” I ask Shelby. “Want your tea?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Nope. Be right back.”
Shelby
“What have you been up to since I left?” Cindy touches my shoulder. “You’re all flushed.”
My cheeks burn even hotter under the pounds of makeup. I peer in the mirror. Splotches of pink stain my chest. Might as well hang a “got some” sign around my neck. “Nothin’.”
“Hmm.” She smooths the messy curls at the back of my head. “Someone got lucky.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Can’t blame you.” Her gaze darts to the door. “I’d ride that man like a mechanical bull.”
It’s a teasing comment, meant to be a compliment to Logan, I’m sure. Still, a white-hot prick of jealousy stabs my heart.
“Shoot. I’m kidding, Shelby.” She squeezes the tops of my arms.
I force a smile.
Rooster returns with my tea while she’s fixing my hair. I have a few quick swallows before she starts lining my lips.
“I hate this stuff,” I mumble. “My lips are always so dry after I take it off.”
“I know,” she murmurs. “Hard to find something that’ll stay put during your set. Open. Now blot.” She stands back, running her gaze over me, and I flash a bright smile. “Perfect.”