I was so fucking happy.
And, if the twitch of my cock was any indication, I was horny too. The memories of Levee strutting across the stage had spurred that.
When the last beat of the drum finally fell silent, I began to stare holes in the door. The concert had been surreal, and I was desperate to get my hands on Levee and remind myself just how real we really were.
I jumped to my feet when the door swung open and people filled the room. Probably only five or six others came in, but the moment Levee entered the room, it felt like we were still in the middle of that sold-out arena.
We’d agreed to keep this thing with us on the down low for a while, so even though she was standing directly in front of me, she was completely unreachable in the room full of people.
Her face was slicked with sweat, and her makeup had begun to melt away. Tiny curls were frizzing from the top of her hair, boldly escaping what could only be described as hairspray’s death grip. But, as she stood in front of me in a tiny, black dress with desire filling her eyes, she was more gorgeous than ever.
It took every ounce of self-restraint I had not to pull her into my arms, but since my eyes were glued to hers, I had no idea who else was in that room or if they knew about us.
I did know they needed to get the fuck out.
“You were incredible out there,” I whispered, and a shy smile pulled at her lips. Dropping my voice so low that it was barely audible, I buried my hands in my pockets and bent toward her, saying, “Now, get rid of these people so I can strip you naked and show you what watching you on stage did to me.”
I backed up just in time to see her eyes darken, and a silent breath breezed through her parted lips. That simple reaction sent blood rushing to my cock and an intoxicating feeling I wasn’t ready to acknowledge yet spreading throughout my chest.
Levee held my heated gaze as she shouted, “Everyone out! I need a few minutes alone.”
The crowd continued to talk amongst themselves, but without a single question, the room cleared.
If we wanted to keep up the façade, I probably should have followed them out then snuck back in, but I was more focused on the woman I was about to maul than devising an actual plan.
My heart raced.
Her nipples hardened.
My nostrils flared.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip.
My fists clenched at my sides.
Her eyes flashed to my cock.
The door clicked.
Our bodies slammed together.
Her hands were in my hair as my mouth dominated hers. Moans and growls mixed in a symphony of desperation around us. I couldn’t wait a second longer. Palming her ass, I lifted her off her feet and backed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms folded around my neck in a frantic need to be closer. There was only one way to possibly do that though, and it required me to let her go and roll a fucking condom on.
I’d have given anything to rip her panties down and bury myself inside her wet heat bare. To lose myself in the moment and show her exactly how ravenous I was for her. I wanted raw and rough to quell the visceral need she made me feel when we were together.
However, I wasn’t putting her in that position yet. No matter what fucked-up pattern my chest was banging out for her, it was too soon to ask her to trust me that deeply.
Even if, in some ridiculous way, I already trusted her.
“Hold on,” I ordered, releasing my grip on her ass.
She clung to me as I kept her propped against the wall with my thigh between her legs. Her mouth attacked my neck as I raced to get the condom from my wallet in place. It wasn’t easy, but I was fucking her against the wall even if it killed me.
After barely getting my jeans down over my ass, I scooped her panties to the side. Finding them soaked, I bypassed all preparations and roughly drove inside her.
She cried out, but I gave her no time to adjust. I went wild.
I wasn’t gentle as I took what was mine, but I knew that it was what we needed as I gave her what was hers.
And that wasn’t just an orgasm.
It was me.
I never slowed in my hunt to possess her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she rolled her hips against mine, forcing us both toward the edge of release.
No words were exchanged. Everything had been said as we both came on the gasp of the other’s name.
I’d claimed her. And, in turn, she owned me.
It was almost as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
Almost.
I DIDN’T WANT to leave Sam. After an unbelievable night together spent with our bodies joined in one of a myriad of ways, I feared that, if I left for a month, I might lose what we had started. But I needed to get my life together so we could restart our relationship in a healthy place for us both—instead of on the top of that bridge. And, unfortunately, no matter how much it sucked, I had to do that alone.
So, with that in mind, at nine the following morning, I blew Sam a kiss from the wrong side of the window as Devon pulled away. He stood, hot as ever, with his hands shoved in his pockets, rocking from his toes to his heels. It made me feel marginally better that he hated watching me leave every bit as much as I did going.
“He’ll be here when you get back,” Henry said, patting my leg when I began to tear up.
“I hope so.” I swallowed hard and rested my head on his shoulder.
“You want me to keep an eye on him while you’re gone?”
I chuckled. “You mean the kind of eye where he wakes up in your bed each morning?”
“I do believe that would be the most effective method for keeping tabs on him.”
I shook my head. “Stay away from him. I don’t need you spending the next month trying to get your claws in his pants while I’m not here to protect him.”
“Oh, please. Even if I didn’t have a dick, it would be a worthless attempt. He’s been hit by the Levee Williams effect. Complete with googly eyes and breathy sighs.”
My insides warmed, and my shoulders relaxed. “He looked at me like that even before he knew who I was. That’s just Sam.”
Henry tossed an arm around the back of my seat and squeezed me tight. “That’s how you know he got the full effect.”
I closed my eyes and sighed.
One month.
It had to be done. The high I felt with Sam was only a patch. He deserved a whole woman, and as we headed to the airport, I was determined to be that woman.
Two private jets and six hours later, I arrived at a rehabilitation center in Maine. It looked like a luxury hotel from the outside, but as soon as we walked into the back door there was no doubt it was a medical treatment facility.
I’d been worried for days that we would be greeted by the paparazzi, but luckily, we arrived under the radar.
Since we’d canceled most of my appearances, it had been speculated that I was going away for rehab. Everyone assumed drugs, but I’d taken to Twitter a few nights earlier, explaining that my body was worn out after my tour and I needed some time off to rest up. Fans seemed to be supportive and understanding, but it was the media who would ultimately cast the final judgment. Stewart was working his ass off, alongside my publicist, to give my “vacation” a positive spin.
“Miss Williams, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Terrance Post.” The elderly man with thin-rimmed glasses extended his hand in my direction.
“Nice to meet you too. Stewart spoke highly of your facility.”
“Well, that was kind of him.” He smiled. “Come on. Let’s get you checked in.”
The doctor walked away, but my feet remained rooted. My stomach twisted with nerves. I didn’t want to do this anymore. It wasn’t necessary. Well, that was a lie. It was totally necessary, but it still scared the shit out of me. I was already feeling better, so maybe all of this was overkill. Sure, something had to change, but like this?