Chapter 22
Maya”s dressing room was lush. This wasn”t a locker room tonight, for damn sure. Not with the buckets of flowers every-fucking-where and the racks of Maya”s costumes.
This was where Hans had me wait when her show finished, and Dimefront took over as headliner.
She didn”t know I was coming. Fuck, until that afternoon, I hadn”t known I was coming.
But we had an extra twenty-four hours between practice and the next game. Coach told me to get the hell out of town, Elliott handed me a ticket to Seattle, and I didn”t ask questions.
That was how I got there, standing in Maya’s dressing room, waiting for my wife.
The second Maya saw me there, it only took her two-point-five seconds to realize I wasn”t a mirage. She practically slammed the door behind her and ran straight to me.
Maya, in my arms, thank fuck, finally.
”You”re here.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and let me lift her as our mouths met. Her lips were hungry as my arms held tight around her body.
There was no way I was letting her go quickly. Damn, but I”d missed the feel of her body against mine.
”I”m here,” I said, barely breaking away from her mouth before going back for more. At this rate, I”d kiss all the lipstick right off her lips.
We kept at it, letting the time and space we”d been apart fall between us to our feet. Because now we were together, sharing the same air, and there was nothing I wanted more.
”Did you get to see me?” she asked against my neck.
”You were amazing,” I said, choking up a little and just letting that shit ride because I was here, and she was here, and even if it was a dressing room, I wasn”t about to hide how I felt.
She pulled away just enough so our noses touched. ”Really?”
”I”m so fucking proud of you,” I said.
Still nose-to-nose, she smiled against my mouth. ”I can”t believe you”re here.”
”I told you we”d see each other soon.”
”You kept your promise,” she said.
For Maya, there was no question I kept my promises.
I tilted my head to the side a bit when I added, ”Pretty sure Elliott was also tired of me complaining about missing you, so he put my ass on a plane.”
We ignored the light knock on her dressing room door. We were exactly where we were supposed to be, and there was nobody else in the universe but the two of us.
Unfortunately, reality was behind that knock and while Dimefront played their show, Hans needed to go over recording times for Maya in the studio when the tour took a break.
Then we did the VIP meet-and-greet, ate dinner with the band, and finally, thank fuck, headed back to the hotel.
By the time we made it to her suite at The Four Seasons, I figured we wouldn”t be able to keep our hands off of each other.
But that”s not exactly how it went. Not when we had the entire night together, and we both wanted to savor every second. I wished I could slow time down, or that there was a way I could make it stop for just a little while.
So instead of kissing the hell out of her like I”d figured I would, I stepped close and wrapped my arms around her. Pulled her tight against me. Held her close and pressed my lips to the top of her head. Stopping to just feel everything that was her.
She allowed the moment, sank into me, and didn”t rush, either.
We stood like that for a long time, before my body had enough of waiting and I lifted her chin with my fingertip, leaned in, and brushed my lips over hers.
We kissed long and deep, while my heart pounded in my chest and my hands worked the zipper at the back of her dress.
The only sound in the room was our breaths coming quicker and the metal-on-metal of the zipper lowering. Her skin was soft under my hands as she pulled her arms from the dress and let it fall to the floor.
I should”ve done something, touched her, but all I could do was stare at the woman. I”d seen her naked loads of times. Pretty sure I had a Ph.D. in studying her body with my tongue, for fuck’s sake. But tonight, I truly took her in—the way her nipples puckered with desire and her perfect breasts hung heavy. The way her breaths came and went. The way the swell of her belly led to the triangle of trimmed curls underneath her pink panties.
I lifted my hand to her breast, holding it in my palm and brushing my thumb over the center of her nipple. She drew in a gasp, and I moved the other palm along the side of her stomach, down between her legs, and under the fabric to heaven.
She hitched one leg against my thigh to give me better purchase, and I took full advantage of the opportunity.
I used my fingers to make her wet, while my other hand continued to tease lightly against her breast.
I didn”t kiss her, though. I just let the panting between us mingle in the air until her body asked for more, and she moved against my fingers, clenching and releasing around them.
God, but I was hard as steel, my dick practically begging to be inside her.
It wasn”t me who made us stop. No, it was Maya who dismounted from my fingers and pushed me toward the bed. Well, I let her.
My shirt went first, then my pants and boxers, until the only thing between our bodies was a bit of oxygen and her silk panties. She handled the panties part before she was even on the bed with me.
I let her have control of what came next, while my dick pulsed in her hand, and her mouth moved down my chest. She dragged her lips over my skin so the soft, wet inside of her mouth trailed past my navel, along the trail of hair leading to?—
Her mouth was on my dick, and her hand held my nuts, and fuck it all, being married was the best thing drunk—or sober—me had ever done.
She moved her mouth up and down my shaft, deep-throating and then releasing to start again. I”d have a lipstick ring when she was done, and damn, that made me even harder.
The wet heat of her pressed against my thigh while she went down on me, rubbing in circles. That she was getting off on that didn”t hurt my feelings. But my nuts pulled up close to my body, and I was gonna blow if she kept this up.
”Gorgeous, if you don”t want me to finish, then you should probably climb on,” I said. There was only so much control I had, and we were quickly coming to the limit.
She didn”t seem to care that I might finish, because she gave me two more thrusts into her mouth before she came up for air. I hissed a breath, because fuck, it was cold without the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue.
I started to sit up so I could take over, but she wasn”t having it. She held my chest down with her hand as she mounted me, holding on while she slipped her body into place. Tight and wet, she enveloped my dick, and I couldn”t stop myself from bucking under her.
Usually, I”d take this part slow, ease in, and let her body adjust to taking my heavy girth. But tonight, something came over me, and there was no pause button.
She didn”t seem to care. Seemed to get off on it, even.
”That”s it, baby,” I said, holding her hips down and giving her my thumb against the bundle of nerves beneath the curls at the center of her thighs.
”Flick it,” she said, pressing my finger right where she wanted it.
I did three soft taps, a swipe, and then flicked. And she came, pulsing around me, milking my shaft until there was nothing left.
Her eyes stayed open the whole time her body pulsed around me, her gaze locked with mine. The connection was something I”d never experienced before. Something different that felt so right.
Gently, I sat up, holding her against me and running my hand over the back of her hair. Then, with as much care as possible, I laid her down beside me and got up from the bed to run warm water on a washcloth.
Neither of us said anything as I cleaned between her legs.
We”d never done it like this before. She usually took charge and handled this part, but tonight was different. Special. She was a queen, and I was there to worship her, care for her, and… love her.
The thought took my breath away and made the world seem to go two-dimensional.
”God, I”m in love with you,” I said, the words slipping out as easily as a moan or a groan or any of the other sounds we”d made together.
Maya stilled. She didn”t move at all. It actually felt like she”d left the bed, even though she was right there with me.
”Sorry,” I said, quickly, and tossed the washcloth aside. ”I”m sorry. That just came out.”
Maya sat up so we were face to face, her expression unreadable as her eyebrows drew together, and a slight frown marred what was otherwise a fucking fantastic time.
”We should go to sleep,” I suggested, hastily, already climbing under the covers.
For the first time in our marriage, things traveled well past awkward down the road to totally fucked.
”Sloan…” She looked at me funny. I couldn”t quite figure out that expression. I”d never seen it on her before.
”Are you tired?” I asked, stretching my arm out to settle her in the crook like we always slept when we were together.
She nodded. ”I am.”
”Then let”s get some shut eye, yeah?” I asked, gesturing to my arm.
She forced a smile but settled in with me, her back to my front. We might”ve both been naked, but I was certain I was the only one who felt exposed.
There in the dark with the sounds of our breathing and the occasional rustle of blankets as she shifted, I”d never been so worried that I”d get kicked out of bed. Out of the room. Out of her life.
But then from the darkness, she said, ”I”m so glad you”re here, Sloan.”
And she turned into my embrace to kiss me lightly on the mouth.
I kissed her back. ”Get some sleep.”
She smiled against my lips, and I hoped to hell that things might just be okay.