I take her mouth in a slightly awkward hot kiss just as my questing hand reaches its goal. With two fingers, I rub around the bundle of nerves that make her grind against my dick, and then my hand moves in frantic circular motions.
I’m so wired up and on edge. I want nothing more than to turn her around, get her naked, and push myself inside her—or to drop to my knees and taste her.
She digs her nails into my arm so hard that I feel the skin cut. Nothing is sexier. She comes apart super fast, moaning my name. I love how quickly I can get her to orgasm. When she’s spent, her head falls back against my chest.
I reluctantly pull my hand away and kiss the side of her head. The crowd is still oblivious. Thank God.
Texas turns around, breathing heavily, and stares at me like we haven’t just fucked up. She looks the way I want her to look at me, like we’re everything.
“Tex,” I groan.
“No. You can’t take that back, Kitt.”
Gulping, I lean my head against hers. “I know I can’t.”
“Do you want to?” The hesitation in her voice makes my heart clench.
I tilt my head to the side and close my eyes. Besides a career on the stage, Texas is the only thing I really want.
“No, not at all.”
“Then, what’s the problem, Kitt? I don’t understand why we never talk about what’s happening between us, especially after the Eiffel Tower.”
She’s hurt and frustrated, and it kills me, especially knowing that it’s my fault. I want to jump in and go with this because nothing has felt so right since we started Filthy Sound, but it’s not that easy.
“Let’s go back to the hotel and talk. We can’t do this here.”
Her eyes widen as she looks around, like she’s only just realised we’re not alone. It feels good that everything and everyone disappears for her, too. That’s the second time I’ve made her come in public. I give myself a mental high five.
“Yeah. Okay,” she says.
We find Ted out in the hallway, chatting to a few other people. He tends to give Texas a little space when we’re at parties. No one is going to harm her here, especially not with me near.
He takes us back to the bus and then heads back to wait for Milo and Cooper. Also, he clearly had his eye on a guy there. Him making sure the rest of my band gets back home is a shit cover-up for wanting to get laid.
I follow Texas into her room in silence. She’s not said a word since we left the party, and I’m not sure what to say. I feel like I never know what to say to her. I’m good with women—hell, I’m great with women, but this one sends my mind spinning.
I’m a clueless, lovesick fool when it comes to her.
“Talk to me, Kitt.” She groans in anger and pushes her hands through her hair, turning to face me. “Seriously, what the hell is going on with us? I want to talk about it. I don’t want it to be something we ignore. I can’t ignore it. You are so…argh!”
Raising my hands, I take a step back. “Whoa, where is all this coming from?”
Pausing, she looks up, like a deer caught in the headlights, like she’s said too much. “I don’t like not knowing what’s going on. That’s all.”
“Really? Is that all?” I ask. “Because it sure looks and sounds like there’s more to it.” Like the more I’m feeling.
She stands taller and folds her arms, defiant.
Is this self-preservation? Like, she won’t admit it first in case I tell her I’m not fucking obsessed with her.
“Put it this way, Texas. We’re not going anywhere until you open up and talk to me. I hate how strained things have gotten between us, and I know you do, too.”
“I’m just tired.”
I so don’t want to admit I like him first!
“Don’t fucking lie to me! Tell me you need time, tell me you don’t want to talk about it, but don’t make up some bullshit excuse!” Turning, I pace.
I’m pissed off. So much for fucking honesty. She’s the only person who can get me to explode in a nanosecond.
“I can’t believe you, you know? You go on and on about how we should all be truthful, and then you turn around and lie to my face, Tex!”
“I like you, dickhead!” she snaps.
Time stands still as I freeze. Then, I very slowly twist my head toward her.
She definitely said she likes me.
I like her, and she likes me.
Finally, it’s out there.
“You do?”
Embarrassed about blurting it out, she turns away from me.
“Texas?”
“Can we not do this now, please?”
It takes me three steps to reach her, and when I do, I suddenly have no idea how I’ve managed to stay away for so long. She turns and meets my eye.
Her breath catches as my chest presses against hers. I can feel her breasts through her thin cotton T-shirt.
“We are absolutely doing this now. After Paris, you know we’re doing this.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You like me.”
“A girl can change her mind.”
“I like you, too, Tex. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Wanting me is only natural.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to go now.”