Chapter 7 #2
She didn’t expect the moisture that invaded her eyes, or the emotion that settled in her throat and cut off her voice.
She was surprised by the passion that filled her veins and the tenderness of Dillon’s touch.
She never imagined she would fall for one of her bandmates.
She never imagined she would be on stage and sing the entire finale of the band’s last show.
Tonight’s events were overwhelming, and it all caught up to her.
She tightened her arms around Dillon’s neck and buried her face into his shoulder.
She fought the tears that were blurring her vision, but one seeped out of the corner of her eye and landed on Dillon’s neck.
He stroked her hair with a gentle touch. “I’m going to take care of you from now on, Lizzy. If you’ll let me. You won’t have to worry about anything.”
She wiped her nose and blotted the corner of her eye. “I don’t need you to take care of me, Dillon. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re as defiant and feisty as they come. That’s one of the things I love about you.”
Outwardly, Lizzy didn’t react, but on the inside she froze, and her heart took on a rapid beat. Did Dillon just say he loved her? She waited for him to realize his admission, or withdraw or deny his intention, but he just kept staring at her with his smiling brown eyes .
“I need a drink,” she said, and slid her legs over the side of the bed.
“Are you going to try to run out on me again?”
“No.” She took a deep breath and rubbed her toes into the thick rug.
Perching her hands on the edge of the mattress, she gave Dillon a tiny smile over her shoulder.
“I’m done running away. But I got a nice bottle of Dom Perignon sitting on ice that someone was kind enough to send me.
” She knew it was Dillon. “It’d be a shame to waste it.
” She leaned close to him and stopped with her lips just touching his.
She skimmed them with a kiss, and then put her lips to his ear. “I think I’m falling for you.”
“Think?” His twinkling eyes challenged her. “Honey, you already fell down the rabbit hole.”
She wanted to laugh because his response was adorable—and it was the truth—but she gave him a crooked smile instead, turned, and walked away without bothering to cover up. She wanted him to watch her naked body as she left the room.
She found the bottle of Dom and pulled it from the bucket of ice. “You and me have a date with a handsome, tattooed drummer tonight.”
When she got back to the bedroom, Dillon was sitting with his back propped up on two pillows, leaning against the headboard.
He looked angelic with his flowing hair and soft smile on his face.
Her eyes traveled lower, and all heavenly thoughts vanished from her head.
Sinfully devilish desires racked her mind as she stared at Dillon’s sky-high erection, and she remembered that, while she needed time to recover, he never got off.
She fully planned on making it up to him.
“Sorry I took so long,” she said, approaching the bed.
“But I’m going to make it worth the wait. ”
He took hold of her forearm and pulled her in for a kiss.
His hand went to her cheek and through her hair.
His mouth was hungry. Rough. And his stubble left an abrasion on her cheeks.
His tongue was hot and thirsty, cleansing her mouth with its succulent kiss.
It consumed her, and she broke away for air.
One kiss never left her so breathless. She braced her hand against her chest, gasping for air.
“I don’t know what you do to me, Dillon.
I don’t know what magical powers you possess or what kind of spell you have over me, but whatever it is, don’t ever stop doing it. ”
“This is just the beginning.”
Her heart stopped for a second, but she reminded herself to relax.
Dillon twisted the cork off the champagne with a pop, causing foam to spray across the bed and bubble over the top. He was quick to catch it with his mouth and tossed back a giant gulp of the expensive champagne.
“Save some for me.”
Dillon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and offered her the bottle.
“Thanks, but I’ll drink mine out of a glass like a normal person.”
As he filled her glass, she watched him.
It was the happiest she’d seen him in years.
It was the happiest she’d been since her early days in the band.
She could be herself around Dillon. She didn’t have to be the tough rocker chick who could hold her own against the likes of Sid Steele and Zach Raines and the judgmental media.
Now she and Dillon had a chance . . . maybe.
She didn’t realize how thirsty she was until the cold champagne hit her lips, and she drained the glass. She should have had a sports drink because the night was far from over.
She took Dillon’s glass from him, set it down on the nightstand and placed hers next to it.
As she crawled up Dillon’s body, he settled back into the pillows.
Her hair fell over his cheeks as she kissed him, shrouding them in a dark curtain of crimson while his tongue invaded her mouth with the delicious lingering taste of champagne.
He pushed his hands through her hair and pulled it away from her face.
Breaking the kiss, he paused to gaze at her.
His penetrating stare bore into her eyes with an intense message—a message she wasn’t ready to hear.
“Lizzy, I?—”
“ Shh .” She stopped him with a finger over his lips.
“Not now.” She silenced him further with another kiss.
Her heart was racing, and her head was spinning.
She was too caught up in everything that happened tonight to trust the words her heart was telling her, because she knew that sentiments exchanged during the heat of passion were usually regretted.
Dillon pulled her in for a kiss, and he wasn’t gentle.
He gave her the deepest kiss she ever received in her life while holding her wrists so tightly she couldn’t escape.
Not that she wanted to. She welcomed the stronghold.
She didn’t want gentle caresses or soft, delicate kisses.
She wanted it hard and abrasive. She wanted her hair yanked back so he could kiss her neck, and she wanted him to know it.
She pulled away from his kiss with a harsh turn of her head.
“Don’t treat me like a princess. Play me like your drum kit. Pound me like your bass drum.”
His eyes widened and he processed her words, and desire flashed back at her.
In one swift motion, he flipped onto his side, knocking her off him, and propped himself up on one elbow.
His dark eyes sparkled as he looked down at her.
They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, then both erupted into a frenzy.
Like the change in tempo from a melodic verse of a song, to the hard, fast pick up at the bridge, Lizzy and Dillon went from sensual foreplay to no-holds-barred erotic passion in an instant.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
Hard. The grip he had on her imprisoned her.
She couldn’t move, but this was exactly where she wanted to be.
He claimed her mouth with a rough kiss that left her cheeks raw from the short stubble on his face.
He reached over and opened the top drawer of the nightstand.
An open box of condoms was the only thing it contained.
She vaguely remembered Dillon putting it there last night but didn’t know where it came from.
Did he leave and come back with it? Because he couldn’t have been carrying a big box of condoms around with him.
Or maybe he had one of the security guards get it for him.
Either way, there obviously had been time for her to rethink sleeping with him last night, but she hadn’t.
She’d berated herself all day for falling into bed with Dillon, but now she was happy it happened .
Once he covered himself, he was on top of her again, pushing inside. Her body strained to accept him, and she winced at the burn between her legs, but she pushed through it, grunting and sighing. A few deep breaths enabled her to relax enough to accommodate his size, and it felt so good.
He moved slowly at first, then picked up speed.
He was in complete control, pinning her arms above her head.
She rocked her hips in time to his thrusts, because that’s all she could do, and began to recognize a rhythm in his momentum.
He was fucking her to the tempo of “Hard Body.” It was the first song in Blind Fury’s last show, and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
She smiled at the significance and opened her eyes.
Dillon was lost in another world. His eyes were glazed over, adrift in a vision in his head, and his lower lip was clamped between his teeth. His rhythm quickened to match the second verse of the song, then picked up significantly. He was keeping time with his hips.