Redeeming You (Before You #2)(37)

“Now, sleep. No more laughing. I have a show tomorrow and you have a job to do.”

“Cam,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” he said feathering his lips along her back tasting the salt of her skin.

“Thanks,” she mumbled so softly he could hardly hear her.

“For what?”

“Being you.”





CHAPTER FOURTEEN




“Get out of here,” Taylor said pushing against Cam’s chest. “You need to be on the stage in ten minutes or someone will come looking for you.”

“Just one more kiss,” he murmured, running his nose down the side of her neck, making her knees weak and all of her convictions wither.

“Okay, as long as you keep your hands firmly planted in the safe zone.”

“No,” he complained. “We’re back on the bus again tonight. I need to touch you as much as I can before then because I can’t get within five feet of you on that bus or everyone will know what we’ve spent the last three days doing.” His hands roamed down her sides exploring every inch of her as if he was intent on committing every detail to memory in case he couldn’t touch her again. “It’s going to be torture.”

“We’ll work it out,” she said as his hand slid up her thighs. She pressed her hips into his, wanting more than she could have in the next few minutes, but that wouldn’t stop her from feeding even a small part of her growing addiction to Cam.

“We need to be careful.”

“Maybe I don’t care about that anymore.” When her mind cleared she would, but not at this moment. She liked the slide of his hands and the feel of his skin way too much to care about anything else.

“I do,” he said, his hand playing with the lace along the edge of her panties. “They’ll send you home and I won’t see you for two weeks. That’s way too long.”

Her heart lurched in her chest. That sentence marked the first time Cam mentioned anything about their relationship after the tour ended. “Do you think you’ll still be interested in this—whatever it is— when the tour ends?”

His eyes glinting playfully, he wrapped her legs around his waist carrying her to the banquet table. “Are you trying to tell me something?” He pushed her loose fitting dress up her legs so her panties were completely exposed and her dress twisted around her waist.

“No, just curious about your plans when this whole thing ends and you aren’t tied to me anymore,” she said, avoiding his eyes as she dipped her fingers under the hem of his faded black t-shirt, tracing the skin just below the waistband of his pants.

“Uh huh,” he grumbled against her neck as he stepped between her legs, rubbing his erection against her achy center. “I don’t think I can go on stage in this state. Maybe if we're real quick about it, we could be done before anyone notices I’m missing. You’re not opposed to the banquet table, are you?” His hand slipped inside her panties again. “Fuck. You’re already wet.”

Taylor craned her neck over his shoulder looking at the back of the closed door. The rest of the band and Bre were wandering around backstage doing their own preshow ritual, but it only took one of them or a roadie to veer from their routine and find them and expose their secret.

“I locked the door,” he said clearly interpreting the direction of her thoughts. “Do you think you could be quiet?” His mouth pressed against hers, nibbling on her lower lip seeking entrance. “As much as I love all those sound you make, these walls are really thin. I don’t want anyone to hear you.”

His finger circled her seam of her closed flesh and then dipped inside her just an inch and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips forward. Then he twisted his fingers, and slid further inside of her and she moaned.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she breathed out the word.

Then Cam’s fingers stopped moving. “Did you hear that?” Cam whispered.

Her eyes drifted closed. “Mm…” she answered not interested in conversation any longer. She inched forward trying to get closer to him, but his hand gripped her hip holding her in place. His tongue drifted down her neck and her head rolled back to give him better access. The heat in her body was building to an almost intolerable level.

“Cam, are you in there?” The doorknob turned, but the door didn’t open.

“Yes, I’ll be out in one minute,” Cam answered, dropping his head against her chest.

“Fine, but hurry up. Jax and Alec are looking for you,” Marcus yelled.

“I’ll meet you at the side stage in a few minutes.”

Taylor heard Marcus shifting by the door. “Have you seen Taylor? Is she in there with you?”

Crap. Taylor’s eyes went wide, her heart beating out of her chest as she shook her head and Cam’s hand tensed on her hip.

“She’s in the bathroom doing girl things. She needed some privacy,” Cam answered. “I’ll tell her I need to go.”

Taylor covered her mouth trying to muffle her giggle. Nothing halted a conversation in its tracks more than the discussion of female issues.

“Right…I thought I heard her voice a few minutes ago, like you two were talking or something,” Marcus said. “I guess I was mistaken. See you on stage.”