It’s all over far too soon as he slows the kiss before he stops it. He pulls back, his eyes on mine for a beat. His seem to be full of regret—maybe that he had to stop, maybe that this didn’t happen sooner, or maybe something else—and then one side of his mouth tips into a smile.
“I’ll see you after our set,” he says, and then he presses a gentle kiss to my cheek before he turns and walks away.
I stand there staring after him. He doesn’t look back until he turns the corner, and he pauses just for a beat when our eyes meet. He holds up a hand in a casual wave, and I wave back, and then he disappears around the corner.
I go back to my office to compose myself. I grab a quick bite to eat, and I don’t see him again until I head backstage to watch his set.
My timing is off, but, then, everything about tonight feels a little off. I miss their entrance, but I go to his side of the stage just as the first song ends. I’m standing with a group of people. They might be fans, or they might be roadies or groupies or family members. I don’t know, and I don’t really care. I just want to watch Tyler.
I stare at him as he plays the bass guitar. He’s clearly concentrating on his craft, but he’s so good at what he’s doing that he seems like he could play in his sleep. As he starts the rhythm for their second song, he glances up at the crowd. I’m too far away to see what registers in his eyes as he looks out over all the people here to watch him, here to sing along with his songs, here to scream and cheer and maybe even lust over him.
Is he nervous? Is he comfortable? Is he excited or scared or is this a normal, everyday thing that’s just a part of his job?
He turns toward the direction of stage left near where I’m standing as he starts moving around a bit instead of staying in one place, and his eyes lift to gaze out over the crowd on our side of the arena. And that’s when he glances side stage and his eyes meet mine where I’m tucked just out of the audience’s view.
His lips lift into a smile, and my knees feel weak.
God, he’s hot.
He’s not the boy I knew. He’s grown into the kind of man who can get a girl to drop her panties just with his smile. And it’s not just because he’s a rock star, though that certainly doesn’t hurt his case. He has this intrinsic charm about him that I can see even as I watch him do his thing on stage.
He turns back to the audience, but he tosses the occasional glance my way—just enough for me to know he’s thinking about me.
He’s thinking about me when he’s on stage performing in front of a crowd of twenty thousand people.
That fact does something crazy to my normally logical thinking skills. It pushes them out of my head completely.
Tonight will certainly include some activities I never saw coming when I woke up this morning.
And speaking of coming...
Good Lord.
I watch his mouth as he moves closer to the microphone to interject some backup vocals. It makes me think about what else he can do with that talented mouth.
I watch his hands as he plucks at the strings. It makes me think about what else he can do with those sexy hands.
I’m wading through this current of lust that only gets stronger by the second as I watch somebody I used to know.
Somebody I want to know again...but in a whole new way. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but the promise of what might happen tonight is thick around me as I revel in the anticipation. I touch my lips as I remember when his were on mine.
Two hours pass in the blink of an eye as I stare at Tyler Caldwell. I could stare at him as he plays the bass forever, but we don’t have that luxury.
They take a bow and leave the stage, and we’re engulfed in darkness. That means they’ll be going back onto the stage for the encore. I see flashlights on the ground in the back, but the spot where I stand is still swathed in darkness.
Roadies rush by with guitars and more beer and equipment, but the loud screams from the crowd make it impossible to hear much of anything back here as we wait for the band to take the stage and play a couple more songs.
And then, as if out of nowhere, he’s standing in front of me. He presses a kiss to my lips. “Jesus,” he murmurs close to my ear, and despite the screams, he’s close enough to me and they’re far enough away that I can hear him. “It’s been fucking impossible to focus tonight after that kiss.” His lips fall to mine, and the kiss is firm and needy. Nerves rattle around me, and his lips trail toward my ear. “I want more, Dani. I want you.”
This is definitely not seventeen-year-old Tyler. This is all man. He isn’t afraid to tell me what he wants.
His breath is warm and sends shivers down my spine. I’m about to respond when he turns and runs back to the stage. He gets into position just in time as the bright lights flash on a second later and the music starts again. The cheers are nearly deafening even from this distance, and there’s some degree of smug self-satisfaction in the fact that all those women out there are cheering for the man who just told me he can’t focus as he plays for them because he’s thinking about me.
You can have me, Tyler. All of me.
After their encore, they run off the other side of the stage. I thought about going over there so I could be waiting for him when he got off stage, but despite his promise, I don’t want to get in his way. I have no idea what the Capital Kingsmen do when they’re done with their show. Some bands jet out before the house lights are even back on, some hang out a while, some go to their buses, some greet fans. I know they have an after party, but I never got the details where or when it is—but apparently I’ll be Tyler’s date for that.
So I head back to my office. It feels like the safest place, and it’s somewhere Tyler will know to find me if this is all real and if he’s actually looking for me or if the heat I feel between us is all in my imagination.
I tackle a few emails that could probably wait until Monday, but I’m not sure what else to do to keep myself busy. I’m staring blankly at the screen when a low rumble of a voice in my doorway shifts me completely off balance once again.
“Hey.”
I turn my gaze that way, and there he is.
My breath gets caught in my throat as I attempt to breathe, but the feelings pressing down on me in his presence are heavy.
He’s here. He’s freshly showered and changed, and I think I can smell his clean scent all the way across my office.
It’s real. The history, the connection, the want...it’s all real.
He leans against the doorframe casually, and it’s almost like he’s here visiting his girl, not about to seduce somebody he used to know who’s now a virtual stranger.
Someone who’s been through a lot since she last saw him.
Someone who hasn’t been with a man in over a year. Someone who’s nervous as fuck for what’s about to happen but sure as hell wants it to happen anyway. He kissed me back there, and I want more. I want his mouth on mine. I want to share the swirl of breath as heavy panting pulses between us. I want his body pressed against me as we both clamor for some relief from the throbbing ache.
“Hey,” I croak back, and his lips lift up in a little smile when I attempt to clear the frog from my throat. “Come on in.”
He does, and he shuts the door behind him.
And then he locks it.
My heart beats wildly as he steps into my office. I think about standing, think about moving to meet him, think about a hundred different things...but I’m glued to my chair as I watch this man move around my office like he owns it.
He steps around the desk and moves closer to my orbit, but he stops just short of me. He leans back casually, his ass against the desk where I sit and work day after long day, and now I’ll always remember that place as the one where Tyler Caldwell leaned so casually as the anticipation curled thickly all around us.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks.
How the hell is he maintaining his cool like this? I just want him to pounce already.
I nod.
“It was incredible. You were...incredible.” My mind is blank. I can apparently think of no other words aside from incredible.
He chuckles. “You’re still as adorable as you were when you were sixteen.”
My nose wrinkles. “Adorable? Isn’t that reserved for kittens and babies?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Puppies, maybe. I don’t know about kittens and babies.”
I laugh, appreciative of the way he has of making me feel comfortable despite the nerves tingling through me.
“Can I make a confession?” I ask.
His brows rise. “Of course.”
“I’m, um, really nervous.” I’m about to confess that I haven’t been with anybody since Nate and I broke up when he stands up straight.
He reaches toward me with both hands, so I set my hands in his. And then he pulls me to a stand. He doesn’t stop pulling, though, until he has laced my arms around his waist and wrapped his arms around me.
He gazes down at me, and the nerves seem to take flight as butterflies batter around my stomach. “Then let’s find a way to calm those nerves.”
His lips collide with mine, and while I’m not any less nervous about what’s going to happen here in my office, I do feel a whole other rush of emotions as I kiss Tyler. He tightens his grasp on me as he deepens our connection, his tongue finding mine as he kisses me. I wish we had more time, but he has an after party we need to get to, and he’s probably leaving town after that. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.
We’ve barely had a chance to catch up, and yet what we’re doing here seems to take precedence. There’s this intrinsic animal connection between us, and I almost feel like I can’t focus on a real conversation until we soothe the throbbing need that beats between us.
His fingers slip under my shirt, his hands firm and hot on the skin of my back. He skims them up to my bra, which he unhooks, and I reach under the hem of his shirt to feel more of him, too. His skin is soft and warm beneath my fingertips, and I feel like I could stand here in my office making out with him forever.
But we don’t have forever.
He picks up the pace. He pulls my shirt over my head, tossing my bra to the side with it. He pulls his own shirt off next, and I’m met with a lean, muscled body covered with dark ink. I want to learn every single tattoo’s meaning. I want to trace each one with my tongue and again with my finger. I want to lie in bed beside him as he tells me what it’s like to go under the needle.
I don’t expect anything beyond tonight, but it’s still nice to dream. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m ready for anything beyond tonight. I’m just dipping my toes back into this weird, wonderful world of dating after a break-up. But dipping in with Tyler feels right. He makes me feel like I could do more than dip. I could swim laps after jumping in from the high dive.
He gazes at me a beat as I stand in my office without a shirt or bra on, and I drink him in as well. And then he pulls at my jeans button, yanks them down my legs with my panties, and lifts me onto my desk so my ass is on the edge and my legs dangle off. I kick off my shoes and he pulls my clothes off the rest of the way, and then he kneels on the floor between my legs.
I’m perched right on top of my desk calendar. I won’t be able to look at May the same way again...that’s for sure.
He dives face first into me, his tongue sweeping along my entire slit as his hands find my breasts. I lean back on my palms, jutting my chest out to give him better access and keeping my legs as wide as I can to give him space. His tongue flicks against my clit before dipping into me, and holy hell, he’s hitting all the right spots. He’s definitely experienced in this area, and I don’t care how he learned because all that matters is that he knows what to do.
It’s a matter of moments before I explode into a fierce orgasm. It’s so strong that I yell out as I grasp for anything to hold onto as the quakes wash over me. I grasp my pencil cup in one hand and claw at his shoulder with the other, and somehow he manages to hold on and keep doing what he’s doing as I ride the wave of pleasure.
It’s over too soon, and he rocks back on his heels once my body starts to come down. His gaze is on me when I open my eyes, and he’s smiling a little smugly as he wipes the moisture from around his lips. My moisture.
I fall back onto my desk with a thud and toss an arm over my eyes as I try to recover some of the energy he just zapped from my body. He chuckles as he stands.
“Take your pants off,” I say. My voice is a dreamy command.
He doesn’t say anything, and instead I feel his mouth as he licks a line from my navel up to the valley between my breasts. He stands between my legs as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and my body is so sensitive from what he just did that it tickles. My giggles are swallowed quickly as pleasure take over.
I moan as I thread my fingers through his hair, and he sucks a little harder on one nipple while he thumbs the other one. My hips shift upward in search of him, and he slams his hips toward me. He’s still in his jeans, and the fabric is rough against my sensitive flesh. I groan, and he grunts, and then he backs away from me, pulls a condom out of his pocket, pulls his jeans down just enough to take his cock out, and rolls it on.
His eyes are on mine when he returns, and he raises a brow as if to ask whether I’m sure this is what I want. I give him a nod, and then his mouth moves down to mine. He kisses me as he lines his body up with mine, and then he shoves into me and holy shit everything goes white for a second as he hits some sort of jackpot spot no man has ever managed to hit before.
He thrusts into me, and I grip the edge of the desk as I do whatever I can to just hold on and enjoy this ride. “Holy shit, Dani,” he murmurs as he drives into me. “You feel so goddamn good.”
Hearing my name from his lips after watching him on stage just a little while ago does something to me. Something epic and crazy and beautiful. He stands up a little straighter and grabs onto my thighs and I’m so thankful for the mirror I bought because when I turn my head, I can see him fucking me right there. It’s like watching porn but with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen as I feel the same pleasure that lucky girl in the mirror must be feeling.
That scene will replay a million times in my head, I’m sure.
His eyes follow mine to the mirror, and he watches me as I watch us. There’s something so freaking hot about it that I unravel all over again, and just as he pushes my body into a second climax, he loses it, too. He growls my name as he shudders into me, both of us reveling in our shared release as he does things to my body that I didn’t even know it had the capability to do.
When it’s over and we’ve both come back down from the high, he slips out of me. He clears his throat. “I, uh, have to get to the after party...but I’m thinking we could maybe do that one more time after that?”
I laugh, my eyes twinkling. “Or maybe during it.”
His lips widen into a grin. “I knew I always liked you, Dani Watson.”
“I always liked you too, Tyler Caldwell. I just never realized how much I was missing out on.”
He grabs my hand and helps me back to a sitting position. “Well you don’t have to miss out anymore.”
I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it feels a bit like a promise that maybe we can see where this goes beyond tonight.
And that’s something I’m pretty damn excited about.
I smooth my hair back into place as I watch him pull his shirt back on, covering up that gorgeous body of his. “I like you better without the shirt,” I murmur, and my eyes widen and my cheeks flush when he glances at me and I realize I actually said those words aloud.
He chuckles and moves toward me. He pulls me into a hug. “I like you naked on top of the desk with your legs spread open for me.”
My wide eyes widen a little more and that flush in my cheeks deepens, but he doesn’t see it because he covers my mouth with his.
He pulls back with a deep sigh. “I wish we could, you know, spend more time catching up,” he says, “but I need to get
to the club. You still okay to come with?”
I nod. There’s no way in hell I’m missing my chance to spend more time with him. We stroll hand-in-hand down the hallways back to the dressing room, making light conversation on our way like he didn’t just completely ravish the hell out of me in my own office.
“So are you some sort of cheese connoisseur now that you live in Wisconsin?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “Wisconsin is known for more than just cheese, Tyler.”
“Like what?” He glances over at me with genuine curiosity.
I think for a beat, and then I announce, “It’s America’s Dairyland.”
“So...cheese,” he says, and I can’t help my laugh.
“Fine,” I concede. “Cheese. How long are you here in Cheese-ville?”
“Bus call is six AM and we’re heading to Chicago,” he says, and I sense a hint of regret in his tone.
“So we only have tonight?” I ask.
He glances at his watch before his eyes meet mine. His are a little clouded. “We have the next six and a half hours.”
“Then we have a lot of actual catching up to do,” I say, and he laughs. “What can I expect out of this after party?”
He shrugs. “We hit the club, snap a few pictures with influencers, have a few drinks, and head out. It’s maybe an hour tops.”
“And what do you do after that on a normal night?”
We turn down the hallway with the dressing rooms, and a few women wearing tight dresses and tall heels scream as they spot Tyler. “Oh my God, it’s Tyler!”
The others shriek similar sentiments as they run toward him. He tosses an arm around my shoulders to show that he’s taken.
For the next six and a half hours, anyway.
“Ladies, so nice to meet you,” he says easily. They hug him, and they take selfies with him that surely I’m also in since he hasn’t let go of me, and then he says, “I’m so sorry I can’t hang out longer, but I have to get to an appearance.”
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