Page 11 of Too Little Too Soon
Finally, mercifully, he rested his hands on her hips. “Grab the headboard,” he instructed, “and hold on.”
She obeyed. His fingers curled into her flesh, pulling her down as he thrust up, suddenly hard and fast, over and over.
“Yes,” she cried out, clinging to the wooden headboard. “More. Harder.”
He accommodated her wishes, not letting up until her body tightened around him. She threw her head back as the second orgasm tore through her. He began thrusting even more furiously for a few more seconds, until he grunted and chased her over the edge.
With a blissful sigh, she pried her fingers from the headboard and draped herself across his body, closing her eyes and smiling.
This year was ending on a far better note than she could have ever imagined.
ChapterFour
His phone vibratedagainst the surface near Travis’s head. He promptly curled into the soft, warm woman dozing next to him.
The phone started jumping and bouncing again. He groaned as Ava stirred. Damn it, he wasn’t ready to burst this little bubble.
What a fucking perfect way to wrap up what had more or less been a perfect year. Sex with Ava had been…spectacular. To say the least. So much so that he was practically ready to break his one-night stand rule.
She had no connection to the band. She was a country music fan, for crying out loud. She was too busy to pine away for him while he was out on tour. If he were going to give another relationship a try, she was about as perfect an option as he could possibly find.
He’d have to tell her his real identity. Hell, she was going to figure it out anyway; she said she was going to the concert tonight. Maybe, if he told her now, he could let her know he’d hook her up with backstage passes—and front row seats—and they could meet up after the show.
The idea of heading back here to her place to ring in the new year naked, between the sheets, had serious merit.
His phone started up again.
“Somebody is really trying to get ahold of you,” Ava murmured. Her lips were next to his ear, reminding him how she enjoyed it when he nibbled on hers while his fingers chased a trail over her skin and down between her thighs.
Fuck, he was getting hard again. Snatching up his phone, he said, “I’ll get rid of them and then we can go back to—shit. Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?” Parker practically yelled across the cellular lines. “The bus should have left ten minutes ago.”
“Oh fuck.” He shot into a seated position and pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the time. He and Ava had dozed off after the second round. Apparently, they’d slept for much longer than he intended.
Rubbing his hand over his face, he rolled out of bed and began gathering his clothes. “I’m not at the hotel,” he admitted.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Uh…” He honestly had no idea. He hadn’t paid attention as they walked to Ava’s apartment. He’d been too busy picturing all the various sexual positions he’d hoped they could try.
“You’re with a hookup, aren’t you?”
He gave Ava a swift glance. She was sitting up, her back resting on the headboard, the sheet pulled up and tucked under her armpits. He could practically see the doubt creeping into her gaze, and all he wanted to do was crawl across that bed and kiss her until she believed his intentions were true.
Except they weren’t. They’d both agreed this was a fling, a few hours together, nothing more. And right now, he didn’t have time to analyze why he suddenly wanted more. Besides, it didn’t matter. He had to get to the venue. He had a show to play.
Grabbing his slacks, he swore again. He wasn’t dressed for the concert. “How far is Madison Square Garden from here?” he asked Ava.
“About a ten-minute walk.”
Oh, that wasn’t so bad. He might even beat the tour bus there. “Parker, grab me a change of clothes, would you? I’ll meet you there.”
“A change of clothes? Like, to wear on stage?”
“Yes, exactly that.”
“I can’t wait to hear this story.”
