Redeeming You (Before You #2)(24)

“Not at all. I like it.”

“You do?”

He nodded.

“So what about your tattoos?” she asked, her fingers brushing the length of his left arm. “Do they mean anything or are they just part of the rock star image?”

Bending his head, he kissed her softly and then pulled back, letting his thumb brush along her cheekbone. She leaned into his hand. She loved the way he touched her, little simple touches that made her feel as though he cared and that she really meant something to him.

“They mark things, feelings or moments I want to remember.”

Her eyes traveled the length of his arm and then she pushed his t-shirt up so she could see his shoulder. “But they don’t look like anything.”

“I know. They’re just something I attach to each particular memory.”

“Someday we’ll have to share,” she said, yawning. Her eyes were heavy. She couldn’t stay awake much longer.

“Someday,” he said rolling her away from him so her back faced his chest again. He kissed her neck and chills traveled the length of her spine. “Let’s take a nap and then we’ll eat dinner and do some sightseeing. Sound Good?”

“Okay,” she mumbled as she closed her eyes relaxing into his warm embrace. She liked being held by Cam more than anything she’d done in a long time. It felt right even though her heart stuttered with the realization. She’d told him they would have fun together, but this wasn’t what she meant by fun. Fun was making out in the bathroom after his performance or dancing a little too close at a club. Holding each other as they napped was something entirely different and more than she expected from him. She just hoped she and Cam were on the same page because she didn’t want to be hurt, not now, and not by him.





CHAPTER NINE




It was dark when Cam woke a few hours later. Taylor had rolled over during her sleep and her long leg was draped over his. He watched her sleep. He loved the delicate lines of her face and the way her soft porcelain skin contrasted with her dark hair. He twisted a piece of her hair around his index finger and her eyelashes fluttered before her eyes opened fully.

“Hey,” she said, her voice still gravelly from sleep.

“Hey,” he said back, returning her smile.

“Do you still want to go out?”

No. He’d like to stay in bed with her until the guys came to drag his ass out of her room for their next performance, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He wanted to spend quality time with her so she realized this thing with her meant something to him, and while he couldn’t do that with the guys breathing down his neck on the bus, he could do it tonight when they all had other plans. “Yes.”

Burying her head into his chest, she inhaled deeply. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for the rest of the night.”

“Just for a couple of hours. We’ll have fun.”

She frowned and he couldn’t stop himself from taking the opportunity to kiss her sweet pouty lips. She nipped at his lip and then pulled his bottom lip into her mouth sucking it.

“Mm…” he murmured, low and husky, as he rolled on top of her. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as he coaxed her lips open. His tongue brushed against hers repeatedly until she moaned into his mouth. Taylor drove him crazy in a really good way.

He pulled back and kissed the tip of her nose and each of her eyelids. “Don’t pout,” he commented with a teasing lilt in his voice. Sitting up, he adjusted his clothes. “Get dressed. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

“Where are we going?” she asked rolling to her side.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

Exactly thirty minutes later Cam opened the adjoining door between their hotel rooms. Taylor stood in front of the closet dressed in a black-cropped top with sheer lace covering her stomach and black skinny jeans. She was deciding between two pairs of shoes.

“Definitely the black strappy heels,” Cam muttered more to himself than her. He had all kinds of ideas for those shoes later tonight.

Taylor looked up, smiling at him from under thick black lashes. Her dark blue eyes were incredibly sexy, especially when she looked at him like that.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of partial to the ballet flats,” she laughed. “But if you like the heels, I’ll wear them.”

“The heels,” he said again, smiling playfully.

Bending, she slid on the heels, buckling them around her ankles.

When she stood up, Cam closed the space between them, pulling her hips against his. “You look amazing.”

She grinned back at him. “So do you. I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything except jeans. You clean up nice.”

Cam was glad she noticed. He wanted the night to be special, so he’d exchanged his normal worn jeans for black pants and a dark blue collared shirt. He’d rolled up the sleeves exposing his forearms, but he wasn’t sure if he liked the way he looked. It felt too formal and confining, but if Taylor liked it, so did he.

“Thanks,” he said grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”

When they stepped out of the room, Jax and Bre were standing outside their hotel room three doors down.