Redeeming You (Before You #2)(56)



“Yes,” he said laughing.

“I don’t have a passport.”

“That’s why it’s not for a month. I researched it and you can get a rush on the passport. You should be fine if we get the paperwork together right after the tour ends.”

“Wow.” She didn’t know what to say. “This is the best present ever. I still can’t believe you remembered me telling you about Paris.”

He leaned his forward against hers. “I remember everything about you, everything you say, every smile in your arsenal. I remember it all because you’re important to me.”

Everything fell quiet for a few moments, even the accordion background music and his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt and along her ribcage. Times like this made her believe in love, and most importantly, in them. “I remember everything about you too.”

Smiling, he lifted his forehead from hers. “One more present.” He handed her the rectangular box wrapped in glossy white paper with a navy ribbon.

Her hands shook as the slipped the ribbon off the box and gently pried the corners of the paper open. She didn’t get many gifts as a kid. Her mom remembered her birthday on occasion, but more often than not, the gifts were something she received for free with the purchase of perfume or makeup for herself. One time she made the mistake of trying to switch it out for something else only to have the salesperson gently explain that it was part of a free gift with purchase promotion. She’d never made that mistake again.

Inside the box was a long silver necklace. She lifted it, dangling the chain from the tips of her fingers as she inspected each of the three charms on the chain—a star, a cursive T and a guitar. She slipped it over her head. “I love it.”

“The T is obviously for Taylor. The guitar is for me.” He lifted the charm turning it between his thumb and his index finger. “And the star is because I’m kind of hoping you won’t need to tattoo another one on your wrist.” He looked up at her and his smile stole her breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I think they’re sexy as hell, just like everything about you, but in the future I’m hoping all your stars come from happiness rather than from overcoming heartbreak.”

“It’s amazing, Cam, in so many ways.”

He kissed her, slowly, exploring her as if it were the first time he felt his lips against hers. Every motion and curl of his tongue was deliberate and intensely satisfying. When he pulled away from her a couple minutes later, her lips tingled in the best possible way. “I’m glad. I love it when you’re happy because that’s all I want.” He pushed her hair away from her face and bent toward her, his mouth hovering near her earlobe. “Truly. I’d do anything to make your dreams come true.”

With her mind reeling and her heart pounding out of her chest, she stared forward, hardly moving. Cam really planned on keeping her in his life after the tour ended. He wanted to go to Paris with her in little over a month. He wanted her.

He lifted her hand, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. “You’re really quiet. Did I scare you?”

“No,” she said automatically even though she suspected a small part of the adrenaline pumping through her body at that moment came from fear. Fear of being in a relationship with someone who she actually wanted as much as she wanted her next breath. Fear that he’d realize she wasn’t worth his affection. Mostly, though, she was in shock that he had gone through all this trouble for her. She had never felt so loved. In fact, it was the complete opposite of anything she had ever felt from anyone in her life and the feeling was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her onto his lap. “Are we still okay?”

“We’re perfect, better than okay.” She kissed him softly on the lips, and then pulled back an inch, hovering just out of reach.

“I wasn’t trying to push you into anything. You can say no to Paris if you think it’s too much, too soon.”

“Like I said, it’s perfect.” She shifted her body so that her legs straddled his waist. “But there is one thing you overlooked.”

“Hm?” His fingers danced along her arms and then down the sides of her body as he showered her jaw line, her neck and her shoulder with slow, seductive kisses that made her melt. “What’s that?”

Her hands found the bottom of his shirt and she pulled it over his head wanting to feel and see his beautiful, golden skin. “I always imagined that one of the perks of dating a rock star included getting my very own song.”

He laughed, a wry smile slanting across his face as his fingers untied the knot holding up the back of her shirt. It fell down, pooling in her lap and exposing her bare breasts. “That’s an interesting theory, but if that’s what you want, you’re dating the wrong member of Chasing Ruin.”

“Right, Jax writes most of the songs,” she murmured, angling her body so that she could feel the friction between their bared skin as she subtly rubbed against him. “Women really love him and his . . .”

“His what?” he asked looking displeased.

“His sexy, sensitive side.”

“Jax isn’t the only sexy member of Chasing Ruin.”

“I agree. You’re definitely sexier than him. No contest.” She held in a laugh when she saw the satisfied smile tickling the edge of his lips. “So no new inspiration to write lyrics, huh?” she teased, pressing her body into his, loving the feeling of them melding together.

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