“No, I’m sorry,” I say, gripping her arm. “I’ll be serious now, I promise. Things have changed, and we both know it. I don’t want them to go back to how it was. I want this…you.”
She looks at me like I’m her whole world, and my heart soars.
“If I kiss you, are you going to yell at me again?”
Blushing, she shakes her head. “No, I definitely won’t be shouting.”
“Good,” I say before capturing her lips.
TEXAS
WEDNESDAY, MAY 13
BERLIN, GERMANY
I wake up and still feel like I’m in one of my fantasies. Kitt is wrapped around me, and we’re in my bed. He’s making me sweltering hot, but I couldn’t care less.
Kitt groans and tightens his arms around my waist. “Good morning,” he whispers into my hair.
The fact that he’s used the term good to describe this moment is hilarious. This is beyond amazing. Being in bed with him—although all we did was kiss—and being tucked in his arms is ten times better than I ever imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot.
I’ve got Kitt Daniels, and I feel like squealing.
“Good morning yourself,” I reply, grinning like a lovesick puppy.
“Are you okay?”
Again, hilarious.
“I’m very okay. You?”
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs as he tightens his arms, giving me a little squeeze. “I like this.”
“Not complaining over here either. Although people will be getting up soon.”
“And by people, you mean, your dad, and you’re scared of what he’ll say?” he guesses.
Correct.
“Er…kind of. I’m sorry. It’s just that—”
“Don’t sweat it, Tex. I understand, and for now, I want you all to myself anyway.”
“I like that idea.” A lot.
The thought of sneaking around with him turns me on—like in insane amounts.
His eyes smile. “Good. Let’s have fun for now.”
“Fun?”
He exposes the back of my neck and presses a kiss to the skin. I feel it everywhere.
“Hmm, lots of fun.”
I turn over to face him because I’m so on board with that idea, and right now, I just want to get him inside me. Kitt wastes no time in pinning me to the bed with his body. I feel each bump of muscle on his chest. His shirtless form is something I’ve admired many, many times before, but this is the first time I’ve seen it up close and personal.
Kitt is perfect, and he’s currently kissing my collarbone.
This is like a six-figure lottery win or walking into a hotel room to find Nick Bateman naked and handcuffed to the bed.
Through my Kitt-filled haze, I hear a toilet being flushed along the corridor, and I freeze. Yeah, he needs to get out of here before we get caught. But I don’t want to move.
He must have heard it, too, because he lifts his head and scowls at the door, like he wants to kill it. “The one day someone else gets up early…”
“Rain check?” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck.
His eyes get dark. “Until tonight. I’m gonna rock your world, sweetheart.”
“Cheesy.”
“Not at all. I fuck as good as I sing.”
“And who says we’ll be fucking?”
Lifting his eyebrow, he says, “Texas, your legs are wrapped around my waist, and you’ve been squirming around on my dick since I rolled on top of you.”
Oh. “Yes, well…”
“Well?” He smirks.
“Well, you should go.” Because I need a really cold shower.
Laughing, he kisses my forehead and gets up. I want to whip his T-shirt away as he reaches down to put it on, but I need to cool down and let him leave. We can’t have sexy sneak-around time if we get caught on the very first day.
Kitt gives me a smile over his shoulder and then leaves my bedroom. I fall back against my pillows and sigh.
I have him.
Watching the clock, I give it a few minutes after Kitt leaves, and then I head out of my tiny room and downstairs into the kitchen. No one is up, so whoever went to the toilet headed straight back to bed.
A door down the hallway opens, and I hear Dad groan. I guess he drank a little too much last night.
“Tex?” he mutters quietly. “Get your old man a strong coffee, please.”
“Are you okay?” I ask entirely too loudly.
He winces and holds one hand up. “Inside voice. Fuck. I’m getting too old to drink like that.”
“Yeah. So, why did you? You don’t usually get so drunk that you’re hungover the next day—at least when I’m on tour with you anyway. Not that it matters, so don’t feel guilty. I’m not a kid. But is something bothering you?”
He sighs.
“Dad, we don’t lie to each other.”
Except, now, we do because I’m having a secret relationship with Kitt, and I agreed to keep it from everyone. I feel sick. My stomach turns over, and I look away from him.
I’m a horrible, shitty daughter.
Fabulous.
Don’t think about the guilt you’re feeling when he looks you in the eyes. You’re not doing anything with the intention of hurting him.
“Lately, I’ve been feeling my age.”