“‘Undertow’?” Johnny rasped, his pulse speeding. This girl couldn’t be real. “That’s from our first EP. It didn’t even make it to a studio album.”
“I know.” She pressed her lips together, her eyes—sky blue, he saw now—searching his face. “But it’s the best one. No offense to your other songs.”
He finally took her hand and nirvana shot up his arm. “It’s my favorite, too.”
“Why don’t you ever play it?”
“Too personal.” When her gaze remained level with quiet understanding, he battled the insane urge to press his face to her neck, breathe her in. “I love people singing my songs, but I don’t like sharing that one. Do you think I’m selfish?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Maybe just human.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
“Let me check,” she murmured, reaching up with her fingertips to trace his cheekbone and making his eyelids grow heavy. “There you are. Definitely human.”
Johnny pushed closer, bringing their foreheads together. “Hope.” With their shallow breaths clashing between them, she seemed as shocked as Johnny that this was happening. That he could see someone in a crowd and immediately have her become vital to his next moment, his next breath. “I want to be alone with you.”
She nodded. “You noticed everyone is staring, too?”
With a frown, Johnny scanned the immediate area to find at least fifty people in headsets or stage equipment in their hands, openly ogling him and Hope. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to it,” he said, a foreign possessiveness rifling through his chest. Following instinct, he took a protective step toward Hope and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I don’t…I don’t like them looking at you, though.” He guided her toward the dressing room. “Come on.”
A moment later, Johnny closed the door of the small room, and as soon as the sound cut out and they were alone, the atmosphere thickened along with his hunger. He couldn’t deny his growing need to get closer to Hope where she stood in her loose, white dress, her moonbeam hair falling around her shoulders, the ends curling at the swell of her tits. God, he needed. To touch her, absorb the goodness rolling off her in waves. They met in the middle of the room and he swooped down with his mouth, capturing her soft, sweet one and groaning into the most urgent kiss of his life. Urgent. God yeah. Get enough of her taste? Not in this lifetime or the next hundred. Their mouths opened, her tongue hesitantly returning his strokes, her body vibrating against his, thighs restless, trembling palms settling on his bare chest. That simple touch had his cock reacting like a lever had been pulled, hoisting in his jeans, his zipper biting into that hard, swollen flesh.
“Where the hell’d you come from, baby?” Johnny dropped his mouth to her neck and tongued her pulse, licking up to her ear and biting gently. “I have to get inside you.”
Johnny thought he saw a slight hesitation in Hope’s expression, but when she welcomed his next kiss enthusiastically, he decided he had to be mistaken. This girl had to feel this. She had to want him just as badly, right? Like getting as close as possible was a necessity? She let Johnny back her across the room and wedge her back up against the wall—and when his cock pressed to the plane of her belly, they both gasped, Hope looking down, moving her hips almost experimentally against him.
“You like rubbing on me?” He growled against her mouth. “That feel nice?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes glazed.
“That’s good, baby. We’re going to do a lot more of it.”
They should slow down and talk, shouldn’t they? He wanted to know everything about Hope, but Jesus, he’d never wanted anyone this badly in his fucking life. His hands lacked their usual dexterity as he unzipped his jeans and took out his dick, stroking his aching shaft a couple of times while he made love to Hope’s eager mouth. He grazed her upper lip with his teeth and she whimpered, her head falling back, giving him the opportunity to trail his tongue down to the hollow of her throat, laving her there.
“Oh my God. Everything feels so good,” she moaned.
“I’m going to make you feel even better,” he said, rejoining their mouths, tongue fucking her while his hands gathered and lifted the hemline of her dress. Another ten seconds passed before he garnered the will to stop kissing her perfect mouth. When he managed the feat, he leaned back to look at Hope from the waist down, and the chemicals in his blood stream combined and exploded. “You going to drop those little white panties for me, Hope?”
A tremor went through her and Johnny watched in utter rapture as she crossed her legs and squeezed, wetness seeping through the white cotton covering her pussy. “It’s j-just that your voice…I can feel it everywhere, every time you speak…”