Page 47 of Taste of Surrender
“Still, probably not the best idea.” I didn’t know why I was fighting it when I really did want to go with him.
“Maybe not, but I still want you to.”
Unable to say no, I stood and said, “All right.”
His lips curved into a small smile, and he quickly led me to his room. My body was buzzing with anticipation, wondering what might happen when we were finally alone.
Once inside, he pushed the door shut behind us and turned to face me. Suddenly, it was like no time had passed, and the desire that was always present when I was near him intensified.
Malachi closed the distance between us and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
The second I said the words, his lips were on mine. Our tongues tangled together, and I was immediately transported back in time to when we kissed every chance we got. He guided me toward the bed, but a knock from the connecting room stopped us before we got there.
“Malachi, I heard you come in,” Savannah said. “I’ve got some news to share.”
He let out a sigh. “Can it wait until morning?”
“Trust me. You want to hear about this.”
“You should go talk to her,” I suggested.
He sighed. “Yeah, but we need to talk later.”
“Well, you know where to find me.” I smiled and then slipped out of his room while he went to Savannah.
14
MALACHI
Bangingon my hotel door woke me from a deep sleep. I rolled over, grabbed my pillow, and covered my head with it. The thumping continued.
“Housekeeping!”
I didn’t answer, and there was another knock.
“Housekeeping. You want towels?” a fake female voice called out, and I knew exactly who it was.
Getting out of the king-sized bed, I sauntered to the door. Just as I was about to open it, Jesse said again in a phony voice, “Housekeeping. You?—”
I swung the door open quickly. “If you want to jerk me off, no need to pretend to be housekeeping,” I teased, referring to the scene in the movieTommy Boythat we used to watch all the time when we were younger. It was my dad’s favorite and instantly became one of mine too.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jesse joked back.
“Hell no.” He wasn’t the Bennett I wanted to touch my dick, anyway. “But why the fuck are you waking me up this early?”
“It’s almost noon.” He moved past me and into my room.
“And? We don’t have sound check for another couple of hours.” I closed the door and followed him.
He turned and grinned. “Yeah, well, I need your help.”
“Okay?”
“I’m going to propose to Liv tonight during the show.”
My eyes widened, and I sucked in a small breath. “No shit?”
