Rock With Me(89)

“That was the original artwork from the third album, but the studio chose to go with something different.” He brushes a piece of hair off my forehead and kisses me gently there.

“What about this?” I ask, touching his forearm.

“That one reminds me of Meg.”

“Really?” I ask with a smile.

He nods and nuzzles my nose with his. “If we keep this up, we’ll be here all night.”

“We have all night,” I remind him with a smile.

“Let’s continue the tattoo talk in a little while,” he suggests.

“Okay, what would you like to do in the mean time?” I continue to trace his ink with my finger.

“I can think of a few things.” He slowly sinks inside me. “Jesus, sunshine, I never get used to being inside you without a cover.”

“Mmm…” I agree and sigh as he keeps his hips still, seated completely inside me. “You feel so good.”

He links my hand with his, kisses my fingers, and lifts my hand over my head to rest against the bed. He clenches his hand firmly as he begins to move in and out of me, slow, but steady. He rests his forehead on mine.

“I’ve never in my life felt like this,” he murmurs and continues to make love to me. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Sam. More than music. More than anything.”

Tears pool in my eyes at his sweet words and I bite my lip.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I’m not,” I respond as a tear falls down into my hairline.

“Sure you’re not.” He grins and kisses me gently as he begins to move more swiftly, hitting that amazing spot with each thrust, until I feel the orgasm move through me, and I clench around him, pulling him under with me.





Chapter Twenty-Two


“Where are we going?” I ask and frown out the window of Leo’s car. We’re in the middle of nowhere.

“I have to show you something.”

“Another house?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement from my voice.

“Sure.” He shakes his head and smiles over at me.

“I hope it’s a different real estate agent. That chick was not the one for you.” I laugh at him and run my fingers through his messy, soft light brown hair.

“Definitely a different agent.” He catches my hand to kiss my palm.

We continue to drive on side roads, and I’ve completely lost track of where we are. Leo flips on the radio, turns to a popular local rock station and sings along with Pink.

“You’re a Pink fan?” I ask, surprised.

“Isn’t everyone? That chick is badass.” He laughs and shakes his head. “And she can f*cking party like no one I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve heard she’s slowed down since she had a kid.” I sing along with the radio. This song is currently one of my favorites. You’ve got to get up and try…

“I think that’s true, but I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Where is this house we’re going to see?” I ask and examine our surroundings. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Be patient.” He laughs.

“I’m not patient. Have you not learned this by now?”

“That blue scarf looks beautiful on you.” He grins over at me, changing the subject. “Makes your eyes look even bluer.”

“You’re a charmer.” I wave him off and scowl at all the trees along the road. “And you’re going to be a single charmer if you buy a house I can’t find.”

He laughs and shakes his head at me, and I stop trying to figure out where we’re going and sit back to look at him. He’s in his black leather jacket today with his trademark faded blue jeans. No beanie, which I prefer, so I run my fingers through his hair again and sigh contentedly.

He keeps checking his watch as he continues to drive.

“Are we going to be late?”

He just shakes his head and grips the wheel a little tighter.

Why is he nervous?

“I think this is it,” he murmurs and pulls up to a cliff area that looks out over the Sound. I didn’t even realize we were this close to the water. There is a grassy bluff to my right with trees behind it. The view is spectacular.

But there is no house.

I frown over at Leo, but he’s already climbed out of the car and opens my door for me.