Where he was my air and my hope, the one who’d breathed belief into the hollow loneliness of my heart.
The one who’d filled it.
Tears welled in my eyes as an onslaught of emotion engulfed me, stringing me out, this man devastating in the most stunning way.
When their set came to a close, Sebastian tossed his pick into the crowd, and shouted a last “Goodnight” into the mic. He sauntered offstage as if he were riding that palpitating emotion, too. That intensity went wild, just as wild as those strange grey eyes as they sought me out. A surge of his energy nearly knocked me from my feet the second they landed on me.
There was no hesitation in his step. His stride was long and confident and determined on one singular goal.
Me.
He crashed into me, pushing me up against the nearest solid surface, hands and teeth and tongue.
I grunted when my back hit the huge speaker, and he just kissed me harder, deeper, as if he were trying to climb inside, a dark halo vibrating from his spirit and desperation in his touch. With each needy caress, it was as if he were transferring it to me, lighting me up, inciting and stirring—a provocation that went so much deeper than just the surface.
“Shea,” he moaned in something that sounded like relief. My fingers wove through his hair, bringing him closer, kissing him deeper.
Falling.
As if there was no end. No beginning.
Just us, now, and forever.
“You about done?” Lyrik’s voice broke the connection.
“Not even close,” Sebastian muttered at my mouth, still clutching me tight.
A dark chuckle slid from Lyrik. “Show’s over, man.”
Obviously, he was referring to more than Sunder being on stage.
God, I lost myself with Sebastian, forgot where I was and who would see.
Sebastian just grumbled at him as he continued to kiss me. “Go away.”
“Not a chance, my friend. You need to shower…we have plans. Remember?”
Sebastian glared at him from over his shoulder, still holding onto me as if he were going to dive right back in. “That was before my girl showed up and altered my plans.”
Lyrik looked at me. “Shea’s all part of the plan, aren’t you, Shea?”
I was almost reluctant to nod, because I wanted nothing more than Sebastian to finally get me behind closed doors.
But somehow I forced myself to agree. “Yep…part of the plan.”
A grin pulled at one side of my mouth when he narrowed his eyes in my direction.
“You just showed up to torture me, didn’t you, woman?”
“Don’t be a *, man. A little anticipation never hurt anyone,” Lyrik spouted off as he raked a hand through his hair.
“Wouldn’t call four weeks a little anticipation.” He turned back to me with the suggestion of the demand twisting on his lips. “Tell me how you’re gonna make it up to me.”
Hands eager and teasing at the hem of his shirt, I pressed one more kiss to that pretty, pretty mouth. “Any. Way. You. Want.”
“Now you’re just asking for trouble.”
No doubt. But I was willing to take whatever he wanted to bring.
Sebastian ripped himself away and helped me right myself on unsteady feet.
Again, Sebastian left me in the little room, promising to be right back. He was gone for little more than five minutes before he was there. Changed, brown hair damp and darkened, he wore a long-sleeved button-up shirt with the cuffs rolled to just below his elbows, his undeniable strength revealed in the bristling muscle beneath the intricate ink etched on the exposed skin of his forearms.
There was no missing the heads that turned, the desire evident in the blatant stares as eyes were drawn in the direction of this magnificent man. Dripping of sex and darkness. Shrouded in mystery. A riddle only I had the answer to.
A freshly showered Ash waltzed in right behind and clapped his hands once in front of him. “Let’s do this.”