Jodie is here, and she’s packed a full schedule for Filthy Sound and Enigma. I’ve stayed back at the hotel with Ted because I have no desire to race all over the city, doing promo events and appearances. I’m passing on the show tonight because I’m drained.
Ted and I have been out a couple of times to get fresh crepes and eat amazing spaghetti, so I’m not totally alone. He knows about me and Kitt—obviously since he’s my shadow—but so far, he’s not mentioned it. He won’t unless I bring it up, which I don’t intend on doing because I’m already going a little crazy here already.
It’s been two days. Get ahold of yourself.
I’ve realised that I’m not very good at being alone. I’ve always had my dad around along with his band, security, managers, and a tutor. There has always been someone, so when I’m in the hotel suite and Ted is in his, things are strange.
Silence shouldn’t be loud.
I have a huge suite all to myself, and no one will be back for at least another few hours. At least I’m not cramped on the bus, not that I really mind that.
I’m going to enjoy this. What else can I do?
The show will be over now, but as usual, there’s an after-party.
When I told Dad I would be passing on the show, he thought I was ill. Then, when he tried to insist on staying with me, I had to take it up a level to period pains. I’ve always known he would drop everything for me, but I’d never get him to.
I flick the channel over and settle on Snapped: Women Who Kill. That actually sounds good right now. About thirty minutes ago, I had practically the entire room service menu delivered, so I’m set for the night. I’m so pathetic.
Kitt is probably fending off beautiful women right now.
I shove another mouthful of cheesecake in and chew.
He wouldn’t cheat, I know that, but it’s not a nice image to have in my head. His fans get a little too handsy.
He can’t even tell them he has a girlfriend, not that it would stop many people, especially the groupies. I feel like more of a secret now than ever.
I put the plate of leftover cheesecake down and lie on my side.
Peyton will have a lot to say, and I’m not ready to speak about it yet, so I can’t call her.
Oh my God, get a grip! You’re fine on your own for the night.
I finally get comfortable when someone knocks on my door. Is there some room service missing? I roll myself off the sofa and stand up. This’d better be good. It’d better be chocolate or cake.
I swing the door open and get a shock. “Kitt?” I mumble.
“Hey, baby.” He tilts his head and smirks.
He must’ve come straight from the show. No after-party for him?
“So…I don’t like it when you’re not waiting in the wing for me.”
“I don’t really like being left behind.”
He steps inside and closes the door. “You were never left behind, Tex. You could’ve come. We all wanted you there.” He takes another step. “I wanted you there.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to watch you flirt.”
“I have to be friendly.”
“I know that. You don’t have to be so friendly though.”
“As much as I like you jealous, I think I prefer you to be secure.” He puts his hands on my upper arms. “There will never be anyone else for me. You’re it, Tex. Can I spend the evening with my girl, please? I’ve missed her a lot.”
“Well,” I say, smirking and looking to the side, “when you put it like that…”
Kitt puts a movie on, and I grab a couple of beers from the fully stocked mini fridge. When I go over to the sofa and sit down, Kitt’s arms circle my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap. Yeah, I’d much rather be here anyway.
I snuggle down and lay my head on his chest. His heart is thumping away, the hard and fast rhythm matching mine.
“I’ve been watching Twitter. Seems like you had a good show,” I whisper, closing my eyes and enjoying this moment.
When his arms are tight around me, I feel strong, and I know everything will work out. Kitt makes me feel safe and loved, and I can’t get enough of him.
“It would’ve been better if you were there.”
“I’m sorry.”
He kisses the top of my head and runs his fingertips up and down my bare arm. It feels so good. With closed eyes, I moan and tilt my head, searching for his lips. Kitt’s mouth covers mine in a sweet kiss that makes my blood fizzle.
“Tex,” he groans before running his tongue across my bottom lip.
I feel it everywhere, and I’m so close to coming on the spot. Shifting, I straddle his hips to gain better access. I’m too hot and too needy. The throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable.
He pulls back, holding my face in his hands. His eyes are wild, and it’s such a turn-on to know it’s because of me.
“What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I mutter.
“You want to feel me inside you?”
Holy…
My throat is suddenly dryer than the fucking Sahara.
I nod because I’ve gone dumb.
The corner of his lip curves. “What else, Texas? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
There’s a promise in his words. Whatever I want, he’s willing to give me. Right now.