Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(24)

Again.

For her.

Guilt throbbed under the pulse of blood that filled his cock. The girl in his arms didn’t deserve to be a replacement for Margo.

Because she was.

He could see it now. And why could he see it? Because he was too goddamn sober for this shit.

Simon dragged his lips down Melissa’s neck again. His teeth sunk into her shoulder as he pushed her bra strap out of the way.

Turn around.

GO.

He urged her in his head even as he dragged his tongue over Melissa’s pulse point before latching his mouth around that throbbing vein.

There was something so fragile and consuming about feeling life under his tongue. Probably why he loved the taste of a woman.

Some men hated the thought of getting between a woman’s thighs. He loved it. Each one of them tasted different. Some more memorable than others.

Like Margo with her honeyed spice and smoke flavor.

And now he knew the scent of cloves would stick to her skin.

Would it change the taste of her?

Would he ever know the taste of her again?

He lifted his fingers from under Melissa’s skirt and brought them to his lips.

Margo’s lips went slack and her hand went to her neck. In the process, she rubbed her forearm across her tight nipple. He wanted her to tug on it.

To pull it away from her skin so he could watch it snap back tighter and redder.

He slid his hand down between them and under the girl’s skirt. She was wet for him. Hardly a surprise since she’d been grinding against his dick since he’d led her down the hall.

Margo’s fingers gripped the long column of her neck and her chest heaved.

Was she wet?

Would he find that silky rich come between her thighs, soaking her panties?

Was it from watching him with this girl? Or was it a memory of that long ago night?

Melissa panted against his neck as she held onto him while his fingers circled the plump lips of her * and teased her clit until her cries echoed down the hall.

As one girl fell apart in his arms, the one he’d always wanted finally stumbled back. She disappeared around the corner and he concentrated on getting his partner off.

The ability to lose himself in her scent and touch was gone.

She smelled of hairspray and roses.

Innocent mewling at his ear as she shuddered in his arms.

He slipped his hand from her panties to curl it around her hip and let her sag against him. She kissed down his chest and into his open shirt.

The lower she went, the more his cock stirred.

She wrapped her fingers around him through his leathers. But he caught her chin before she could slide down the line of his belly to his buckle.

He drew her mouth up to his. “Not tonight, baby.”

“Are you sure?” Melissa looked up at him with her eager blue eyes.

“I liked making you feel good.”

“I’ve never come with a stranger like that.” Her lashes lowered and her smile was hesitant. “I couldn’t.”

“Obviously you could.”

“Only with you.”

He heard the worship and eased back. “Ah, no, darlin’. It’s just the moment. The stage and the excitement.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I got a little carried away.”

“You could have whatever you wanted tonight.”

Simon shut his eyes against that thought.

No. No, he couldn’t have whatever he wanted tonight. Who he really wanted had just walked away.

Again.

This time, he’d chased her away.

How many nights had he lost himself inside an eager woman? Now more than ever, he should take Melissa up on the offer.

But he couldn’t. Not with that look on her face.

This wasn’t a woman who knew the score. She was a girl with stars in her eyes.

“I have to get back to the band. Do my thing for the cameras.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “I understand.” She curled her fingers into his hair and reached up on her toes for his mouth.

Because he didn’t want to crush her, he kissed her. But he didn’t allow her to deepen it again. He forced his lips to curve into a smile as he nudged her gently away.

He walked her down the hall and urged her into the crowd with a wave. He could see that she wanted to say more, to keep him engaged, but he needed a minute.

Simon ducked into the bathroom and took care of business then washed his hands, washed her scent and her feel off his fingers. He couldn’t have that imbalance clogging up his already f*cked-up head.

Margo’s heated stare and a strange woman’s scent on him at the same time was too f*cked up for him just then. He cupped the clean water into his hands and over his face, into his hair and let the droplets slip down his neck and into his shirt.

“What the f*ck are you doing?”

Nick stood in the doorway. “Talking to yourself?”

Simon swiped his hand over his neck. “I’m in here hiding.”

“Have you been in here the whole time? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Nah. Just washing up a little.”

“Some young thing on your cock?”

Simon grinned in spite of himself. “Not quite.”

“Losing your touch?”

“Like that could happen.”