Page 17 of Legendary Rock Star
This could be the last time. Her lipstick might stain but I didn’t care. I said, “We probably should, but first I want to do this.”
And then I claimed her lips.
She wanted me, too. Her hands hung onto my shoulders as she stood on her toes and her lips met my own desires. A second later she went back down on her heels and said, “We should …”
“We should,” I repeated and kissed her again.
It was like this might be the last time and I needed to have her.
My body ached to claim every morsel of her, but the music grew louder. I stepped back and opened the door.
If I was right, she needed to step up her game. I asked, “Are you wearing a corset?”
“Yeah,” she said and walked back to her place in line beside me.
I massaged her back and said, “That’s worse than tight, and that’s why you’re breathy.”
“The designers said this new look would help me,” she said, and wiped her lipstick from my face.
I stopped her. “How many girls do you know who dream of wearing corsets?”
“None.”
Her lipstick traces would only enhance my persona, but it might hurt her, especially in that outfit. I said, “You can’t let the backstage people destroy your voice.”
“I should have listened to my gut,” she said, with her hands on her hips.
The judges were talking to the crowd. We only had minutes and my heart beat in tune with the stage music as I said, “I shouldn’t have said anything and just let you continue like this, but that wouldn’t be right. And I need to win fair and square.”
“You have a sense of honor?” she asked. Her eyes were huge.
Maybe I could help her stay one more week. Reality shows loved drama and having Maggie as my girl would probably mean higher ratings. I understood TV and so did the judges. So I took her hand and said, “Don’t tell anyone. I am a bad boy, remember.”
The judges were calling the performers out as she asked, “What happened to your parents after you divorced them?”
“Does it matter?” I asked. It was almost our turn to go out.
She swayed on her feet. “No, but I was always curious.”
“My cousins were almost normal. It was nice to be around them.”
As the lights focused on us, I kissed her for the crowd and judges to see. Mark might have said her outfit would bring down my chances of reformation, but it didn’t matter. I wanted her, and I held her hand and we walked on stage as the crowd went wild.
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Maggie
Maybe I was a fool.
I listed the reasons in my head.
I was his backup plan for fixing his bad boy image.
Phoenix made my head spin.
Falling for him seriously would be stupid.
My skin still had tingles and my lips still ached from his kiss.
