“I haven’t been playing games. I want you. Remember? I said I want everything.”
They stared at each other for a moment before crashing into each other again, holding nothing back.
A faint knock on the bus door got louder and louder.
“I’m not answering it,” he whispered. “Let’s pretend we aren’t here.” He carried her toward the back room. His hands gripped her bottom as he lifted her higher and he squeezed. “Ahhh. Fuck me. I’ve been dying to do this for months.” He squeezed her cheeks harder. “You have the best a-”
The knocking got louder.
“Ignore it,” he whispered.
“You should see who it is.”
He growled and set her down, bending to level with her eyes. “I’m busy.”
She crinkled her nose and laughed, backing up. He advanced, intent and steady, ready to pounce.
When she reached the door to his bedroom and stepped in, he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, her back to his chest. A mirror faced them and he looked at her in the mirror before moving her shirt aside and kissing down her neck and shoulder. He glanced up and saw her watching him and smiled, his tongue softly tracing where his lips had been.
Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back onto his chest. His hands went under her shirt, igniting her skin.
“Roxie,” he whispered, his fingers tickling her stomach.
She opened her eyes and he was still watching her in the mirror. He unbuttoned a button on her shirt, and another, and all of them until her breath was sucked dry. With a flick of his hand, her shirt was on the floor and her chest fell with each exhale.
“I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you, Roxie Taylor,” he said softly.
She reached up and unclasped her bra and turned around.
“You can’t possibly know how beautiful you are.” His voice was hoarse.
He picked her up again, burying his face in her breasts, and kicked the door shut behind him. She leaned up on both elbows when he laid her on the bed. He stood over her.
“I can’t move,” he said. “You’re too much to take in, lying there on my bed.”
“Don’t make me wait,” she whispered.
He jumped into action, tossing his clothes on the floor while her eyes grew round.
“You sure about that?” He pointed down, half-embarrassed and half-brazen. “You called it my weapon before—but seeing you naked makes me more than a little dangerous.”
She gulped. “Please.”
He was over her in no time, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders. As he was about to slowly sink into her, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him all the way in. He closed his eyes and stayed completely still.
“You’re full of surprises, Roxie Taylor,” he finally said.
“I’m an all or nothin’ kind of a girl,” she said between jagged breaths.
She swiveled her hips and he groaned.
He pulled out and plunged into her. And again, deeper. She trembled and gasped when he went even deeper. Her eyes closed and she shook her head back and forth on the pillow. When she opened her eyes, his eyes were still on her as he drove into her again and again. Faster.
“Give it to me, Rox. I want it all.”
He put her legs on his shoulder to go even deeper and she felt it in every part of her body when they both dove headlong over the edge.
Hours later, he was apologizing for how small the shower in the bus was.
“Well, it’s not built for two,” Roxie teased.
“Come here then, I’ll just crawl back inside you and we’ll have more room.”
She splashed him with water and laughed. “I need time to recover. You wore me out that last time.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, looking at her with what she could only perceive as devotion. I must be dreaming.
“My poor girl. Let me get you to bed.”
She got out of the shower and turned to see if he was getting out. He was right behind her, his mouth hanging open, staring at her backside.
“Sorry, it’s going to take forever for me to get used to seeing you naked. You are exquisite, Rox—hey! Don’t cover up that work of art.” He scowled at her and pulled the towel back down. His smile took over his face again. “There…”
She snatched the towel back and lifted an eyebrow. “I’m cold.”
“I have just the thing for that … it’ll take care of the ache I left inside you. You won’t even have to move,” he whispered. “Come here.”
He pulled her back to the bedroom and worshipped her body with his mouth and tongue and fingers until she was crying his name again and again and finally begging for him to stop.
Her eyes were still closed when his hands ran lightly over her hip. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.
“I thought I was dreaming,” he said.
“I think we both were.”
“This feels awfully real.” He turned her over to face him and leaned over her. He sank into her, an inch at a time. She closed her eyes and arched into him.
“It does,” she agreed.
There was a knock on the bus door. It sounded distant at first and then turned into pounding.
“Shit.”
“They’re serious this time,” Roxie said.
“I guess I can’t ignore them forever.”
She shook her head. He pushed into her one more time and kissed her. Then he pulled out.
“I’m bloody murdering whoever this is,” he muttered. “Don’t forget where we were.”
She nodded, wide-eyed, unable to tear her eyes from him. His body was so beautiful. She didn’t know another word for it. She wanted time to just stare at him. He threw on his clothes and closed the bedroom door behind him. She sat on the bed, trying to catch her breath.
Anthony’s voice carried through the bus, but she couldn’t tell what he was saying. He didn’t sound happy, but it was hard to tell with him sometimes. He acted way more aggravated than he ever was. Beckham’s voice rose too, and she heard her name. Roxie stood up and walked to the door to see if she could hear anything else. She was about to go out there and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked like she’d been thoroughly sexed up.
Exactly, she thought, and giggled. She heard her name again, this time closer. She threw her clothes on and sat on the bed, putting her head in her hands. This couldn’t be good.
There was a quick rap on the door and Beckham opened it. “Can you come out here? I want you to hear this.”
He took her hand and walked her out to the couches. Anthony stood with his hands on his hips and glared at both of them.
Beckham motioned to Anthony. “He doesn’t think this looks good—you staying on the bus with me—and doesn’t want tension with the other dancers. No ‘preferential treatment’ allowed on his clock. And I want you both to know … I don’t give a shit whether anyone cares or not.” He kissed her hand and his grin was mischievous and cocky and made her heart tumble over itself. “I do prefer you over anyone else I’ve ever met in my life and I don’t care who knows it. If I had my way, you’d be on the bus with me the rest of the tour and move in with me afterward.”
Roxie’s mouth dropped and Anthony squealed. She looked at Anthony and he was pressing his lips together, trying to look mad and not too excited at the same time.
Beckham wasn’t finished.
“In fact, would you please stay? We can work it out with everyone. They’ll understand. I need time with you, Roxie.” He leaned down and kissed her neck and she jumped.
She took a deep breath and a step back from Beckham, dropping her hand from his. “I-I should go … Anthony’s right. I don’t want to make anyone u-”
His smile fell. “Think about it? Sierra can be on here with us too. Please. No games, right?” He leaned in and put his hands on her face, looking in her eyes. “I’m afraid if you go out that door, I’ll lose you again … I don’t want any more barriers.” He backed up and put his hands on his head. “God, I sound like a frickin’ wuss. But I don’t care! We finally got somewhere!” he yelled. Quieter, he said in her ear, “I’ve never used the words ‘made love’ in my life, before you, but that’s exactly what I did with you.”