Page 88 of Cadence
“We’re not allowed groupies on our bus.” I hear Eli’s pout, like he wants her to feel sorry for him.
“Oh, honey, I’m sure we can change that.” Olive cackles loudly, and as I watch them walk away, I have the sudden urge to go after them.
“I should stay with her,” I mumble as Maddox steps in behind me, his hands sliding onto my waist. “Those two are going to be eaten alive.”
“They’ll be fine,” he mutters, dipping his head and dragging his nose slowly up the curve of my neck. My head lolls to the side, an unconscious reflex to him as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along my throat. “So…you talk about me with your friend?”
Embarrassment floods my chest, moving outward until it coats every inch of visible skin. “I–”
He spins me so we’re face to face, lifting a hand, his fingers pointedly toying with his lips. “Suckable, huh?”
I jerk back, looking around to check where our friends are, but they’re long gone, swallowed by the excitement of the backstage crowd. My fingers curl at my sides, itching to touch him, my body drawn to his whenever he’s near.
I hate that I need him like this now, how easily we both forget why we’re supposed to be careful. But after that kiss in the bus, keeping our distance has only gotten harder.
“She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut,” I mutter, pulse hammering in my throat.
But Maddox doesn’t laugh as he crowds into my space again.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls, eyes darkening.
My stomach flips, and I swallow hard. “Maddox…”
But he’s not finished. He lowers his voice, his words mine and mine alone.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are up there?” he asks, molten lava dripping from his tone. “Behind that kit. Legs spread. All fire and sweat and noise.” His gaze trails down my body, like he’s already undressing me. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”
The air leaves my lungs, my skin tingling as I stare up at him. He’s a delicious kind of danger, making me want things I know I shouldn’t. Especially not with the rest of the band and Olive mere feet away.
I take a shaky breath, the taut cord connecting us close to snapping. The unseen tether pulling us together, making us do stupid and reckless and risky things when no one is watching. I need him, need his hands on me, his mouth anywhere I can get it.
It’s been too long since we were last alone properly, and I can’t wait another second. Not when he’s this addictive.
I snap first, moving fast, rounding unused equipment and disappearing into a dark corridor behind some flight cases. Idon’t have to look back to know he’s following me. The second we slip into the shadows, I spin, shoving my back against the wall and yanking him into me by his shirt collar. His hands slam on either side of my head, caging me between his arms, and even in the darkness, with only thin slices of stage lights bleeding in, I can see the hunger in his eyes.
I’m already panting, adrenaline and need colliding together, my hands on him, greedy and rough, sliding down his chest, fingers curling into his waistband. Leaning in, his breath hits my lips, eyes tracking the slow sweep of my tongue as I wet them before he kisses me, hard and sudden with no warning.
Moaning, the taste of salt and sweat and something unmistakably Maddox explodes on my taste buds. Like my own, his hands are everywhere, one holding my jaw, the other shoving my skirt up to my hips before kicking my legs apart. He pushes his thigh between mine and grinds up, pressure hitting exactly where I need it most.
I gasp, head thudding back against the brick wall, the sound swallowed by the low thrum of music coming from the stage. His dark chuckle sets me alight, his fingers dragging over the soaked strip of cotton between my legs. I jerk at the contact, craving more.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs as his mouth brushes my jaw.
I claw at his shirt, twisting the fabric in my fist, dragging him even closer, not that there’s any space left. The thick ridge of his cock presses against me, the friction perfect, my thighs clenching around the muscle he’s wedged between them.
He groans like he’s losing his mind, hips rutting harder now, and I’m right there with him. His hand teases along the edge of my panties, his knuckles grazing slick skin, making me whimper. I’m trembling, desperate and needy, my whole body wound tightas his teeth scrape down my throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut as he nips the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.
He freezes, my words hanging there, too loud and bold in the dark, like I screamed them instead of whispered. We’venevercrossed that line. In all the time we’ve been doing…this,it’s never gonethere.Never tipped past touches and mouths, grinding with too many clothes still on.
But I can’t think straight, can’t think past the aching need to feel him—all of him—the weight, the stretch, the moment when he finally stops holding back and lets go. And the idea of doing it here, somewhere we could get caught, only makes me want it more.
“Paige.”
My name is spoken as a strained plea. I throb everywhere, my heartbeat slamming behind my ribs. My hands shake as I palm him through his jeans, the heat of him making my pussy throb.
“Please, Maddox,” I whisper.
