Page 60 of Not Another Rockstar
“Not in the least.” Axel wanted to reach across the table and wrap her in his arms. Instead, he settled for passing her the dessert menu. “On to more important matters—chocolate lava cake or tiramisu?”
“Both?”
“Just when I thought I couldn’t want you more.”
God, he loved it when she blushed.
With the bill paid, they were the last people at the restaurant, and Axel still wished the night wasn’t ending so soon. Phoebe waited outside in the quiet street, and he rested his hand on her lower back, guiding her away. The evening air was still balmy, and under the full moon, he wanted to end the perfect day with a kiss. However, it was a risk he couldn’t take. Instead, he took her hand as they walked.
They were just another couple out for an evening stroll. Both were enjoying the silence and the night when a blinding flash surprised them from behind.
“What the?” Phoebe stilled, clutching his hand tightly. Her hand was getting stronger.
They both turned to see a group of photographers catching up to them. Axel’s gut sank as he realised they must’ve been spotted, and their location sold.
“Shit, we need to run!” Axel pulled her into a narrow alley.
“How the hell did they even know where to look?” she asked, but he was too busy trying to figure out how to get out of there. “Then again, the hostess was looking at you funny.”
“Doesn’t matter now. We have to get out of here before we get swarmed.”
When they came out of the other side of the alley, Axel noticed a bike leaning against a tree, and grabbed it before he could think any better of it.
“Get on,” he said.
“Are you crazy? You can’t steal someone’s bike.”
“I’ll return it tomorrow. We don’t have time to argue, and we can’t run all the way back to the villa,” he argued, putting his leg over.
Phoebe grumbled a little in protest, but she took his hand and got on behind him. Thankfully, they got away, followed only by the shouts of those desperately trying and failing to catch up. Phoebe clung to him as they made their way back to the villa. He only hoped none of the photographers had got a clear shot, or what was supposed to be a break for her would turn into a nightmare.
Once they were safelyinside the villa, they stumbled into the kitchen.
“Anita is going to kill us both if they managed to get a decent shot.” She paced in front of the fridge. He hated to think how cute she was when she was stressed.
“All they got was two people walking down the street,” Axel said, trying to ease her panic as he rounded the counter. “Though I’m not sure we were completely innocent,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood.
She glared at him, only for them both to erupt into laughter at how ridiculous the situation had got.
“I’m just kind of hungry. Must have been all that running.” Axel came up behind her and rested his hands on her hips. She leaned into his touch with a gentle sigh. Music to his ears.
“I think there’s some ice cream in the freezer,” she said.
“Not sure ice cream is what I’m craving.” He kissed her shoulder, pressing her up against the fridge.
“Oh really?” She turned around and rested her arms on his shoulders.
“You’re just what I’m craving.” He loved making her flush, and she nudged him playfully.
Phoebe tasted like sangria. Her lips were soft, and she did this thing with her tongue—there she goes again.He reminded himself to take his time, to not get her naked in the kitchen.
Phoebe leaned back in his arms to study him.
“I can hear you thinking.”
Her hands on his chest, her face flushed from their fevered kiss.
“I don’t want to move too fast; I didn’t plan this trip for sex,” he said, wanting to make sure she was ready.
