I placed the palm of my hand on his chest and nestled my head against his shoulder. “I’m all right with it. The stage is where your heart is, and you should always follow your heart.”
I squeaked when Jericho set me on top of the bar and eased between my legs. Someone’s drink tipped over and rolled on the floor, but he ignored the complaints and kissed my forehead.
“Baby, you’re my heart. You’re the only girl I’ve written music for. The only girl I want to wake up next to and make blueberry pancakes and bacon for. The only girl I want to kiss on the neck, love with my mouth, eat donuts with at two in the morning, and go on road trips with. Music is how I express myself, but I could never love anything more than what I’ve got right here,” he said, softly kissing my mouth.
I leaned back a little. “There are a million other girls out there. You sure about this?”
His hands splayed across my thighs. “You’re stuck with me. I’ll love you no matter what we go through together, because that’s what a good mate does. And we’re gonna have unbelievable sex together,” he said, waggling his brows. “I think we both know that’s a fact and not an assumption. Speaking of, I’m going to make good on that promise starting in the next twenty minutes.”
I gripped the bear claw in a tight fist and looked at him tenderly, still in disbelief. “What makes you so sure you want to be my life mate?”
Hell’s bells, the grin that appeared on his face made me realize why I’d gotten butterflies the first time I laid eyes on him.
“Because, Isabelle, you’re more than just the girl who stole my heart—you’re my sexy little redhead.”