Page 137 of Drop Three

“Kissing?” Bodhi asks, kissing his way down my neck.

My body hums. “Yes.” I don’t think I’ve ever been touched this way, like he’s committing my body to memory.

“Kissing isallwe should be doing. Should have done it sooner.”

A growl leaves Bodhi’s lips as I drive my hips forward, lining my throbbing core with the bulge in his dress pants.

I want him desperately.

Bodhi’s large hands find my thighs as he lifts me to sit on the edge of the stage behind me. We’re shadowed in darkness, except for the glow behind the curtain, but I can map out every square inch of his striking features.

Our kiss slows to a steady rhythm: pulling away, soft kiss, linger, heavy kiss, linger. It teases me comfortably.

“Best damn outfit I’ve ever seen,” Bodhi whispers in my ear, and the compliment alone causes a dry sob to leave me.

I choke it down.

Why am I being this emotional? I’m okay. Bodhi was there.

“I did it to piss you off,” I tell him, running my hands through his neatly styled hair and making a mess of it.

He chuckles. “I know, and I don’t care. You…in this dress… fuck, Navy. My cock is still so damn hard for you. Zebra fringe and all.”

I thrust my hips again, fighting to close my thighs enough to relieve the overwhelming ache. “I thought you were gonna kill him.”

Bodi lets his lips linger across my chest before pulling away and cradling my face in his palms. “He’s lucky I didn’t. I’ll never let anything happen to you, baby.”

Baby.

He stares at me like his world begins and ends with me.

I’m beginning to see that mine does, too.

“B…you’re confusing me,” I tell him honestly, despite the lust and emotion tethering us together. My lips find him in a long pull before I retreat and lean my forehead against his, allowing myself to breathe him in.

I love him.

He’s everything to me.

Bodhi whispers between his slow kisses, “Shhh. Not now. I’ll explain. Just be with me.”

I nod while my heart threatens to build a wall.

Except, I don’t want to; I want to trust him and just feel.

Pulling Bodhi to me, I murmur, “What now?”

His handsome face breaks into a wide grin, and my heart soars. “Follow me.”

Always.

* * *

Bodhi leadsme down a long hallway. As we make our way around the backstage area, we notice the next band gathering equipment to take the stage as a tall man with gray hair stops him.

“Bodhi St. James, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

He was a little occupied with my tongue down his throat, sir.

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