Rock Your Heart Out (Sinful Serenade #3) (34 page)

Tom leans in to whisper. "There's a particularly spacious shower in the bathroom downstairs."

"Whatever would we use that for?"

"Getting clean." He runs his fingers over my neck. "In fact, I'm thinking it's about time for that."

I look up into his eyes. "I have to show you something first."

He stares back at me. "You want to show me something before seeing me naked? Must be pretty good."

"It's better." I take a deep breath as I reach for the light switch. I want him to see this in as much detail as possible.

Okay. Here goes nothing. I pull my dress up my thighs and hips.

"Hate to break it to you, kid, but I've seen this before." He smiles. "Not that I'm complaining."

"No, I..." I push my panties to my knees and point to my hipbone. To my fresh ink.
Tom
in curvy letters, the same script as his tattoo.

His eyes go wide. "You... you..." He drops to his knees and runs his fingertips over my skin. "Willow." He looks up at me with all this wonder and affection in his eyes. "When did you get this?"

"Remember when I went shopping with Kara and Meg a few days ago?"

He nods.

"I went with them. But not shopping."

"You..." He swallows hard. "You're that sure you'll never leave?"

"More."

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" He slides his hand to my stomach, holding my dress above his head as he traces the lines of the tattoo with his tongue. "As much as I love that dress, I need it gone."

I love it too. It's the same dress I wore the first night we were together.

But I'm just as desperate to get rid of it. After one swift movement, it's a pile on the floor. My bra joins it quickly.

"You're fucking perfect." He presses his lips against my stomach.

Then lower.

Lower.

Almost.

I tug at his hair.

Tom plants soft kisses up my thigh, starting at my knee and working his way up until he's almost there. Then he switches to my other leg and starts at my knee again.

He does it again.

My sex throbs with protest. I need him in every way it's possible to need a person.

Again.

And again.

Then his tongue is against me and everything else melts away. I dig my hands into his hair as he licks me. Up and down and left and right, almost where he needs to be.

When he finally presses his tongue against my clit, my knees buckle. I stumble.

Tom rises to his feet in time to catch me. He throws me into the bed, spreading my knees and planting his face between my thighs. No more teasing. His tongue plunges inside of me.

Pleasure spreads through my core. I pant. I scream. I tug at the clean white comforter.

He works his way back to my clit, teasing with light strokes. Then harder. Harder. I'm close. Every inch of me feels so good, so utterly his.

Harder.

There.

I squeeze his shoulder. With the next flick of his tongue, I come. My sex spasms, pleasure spilling all the way to my fingers and toes.

I relax into the bed, reveling in after shocks as Tom kisses his way up my stomach, chest, neck, chin. He presses his lips to mine. I'm not shy about kissing him back, tasting myself.

His body sinks into mine. His chest. His legs. His crotch.

He's hard.

God yes.

I pull back to stare into his eyes. Okay. There's no beating around the bush here. I have to come out with it. My cheeks flush. "I have an idea."

He brushes my hair behind my ears. "If you were wearing clothes I'd ask what you have up your sleeve, kid."

"There's a tripod in my office. And my camera is in my purse. The memory card has room for thirty minutes of video."

His eyes go wide.

"I was thinking we could record ourselves... If you want to."

"Fuck yeah. You sure?"

I nod. "Have you ever done it before?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He pushes up and pulls me to my feet. "Never trusted anyone with sexy pictures, much less video."

My lips curl into a smile.

"You're a genius. Have I mentioned that?" He plants a kiss on my lips.

"Not recently."

Nerves threaten to swallow me whole as I collect the necessary equipment. Makes it difficult to attach my camera to the tripod.

But the excitement on Tom's face is more than enough to convince me to continue. I get behind the camera, adjusting it so the angle gives us plenty of room to play.

God, I'm going to film me and Tom having sex.

It's going to be immortalized. On my memory card. Forever.

The thought sends a thrill down my spine. As soon as I hit the record button this is happening.

There.

It's happening.

I explain the angle of the shot to him. We have most of the bed and all the space in front of it. This won't be fancy—one angle, straight on—but it will be us, ours.

Tom slides his hand over my side. "When did you get this adventurous?"

"When I met you."

He pulls my body into his. "You sure about this, kid?"

"Don't you want something you can take with you on tour? Something of me."

His eyes go wide. He nods.

Then his eyes are closed and his lips are on mine. I kiss him long and hard, taking my time exploring his mouth. Like it's the first time.

I pull his shirt over his head and show the muscles of his torso the same appreciation. Every part of him is hard and strong. My fingers dig into his skin. Shoulders, back, chest, stomach. He's yummy.

In fact.

I want him to feel as good as I do. I suck on his earlobe until he's panting and clawing at my skin. Then I move to his other ear and do the same.

"Willow," he groans.

My fingers find the zipper of his jeans. I push them aside and trace the letters of his tattoo. My name on his body forever. And his on mine forever.

It's perfect.

I kiss my way down his stomach and chest as I lower myself to my knees. Ah, the view of my name is much better here.
Willow
. The lines are months old now, but they’re still clean and defined. I work his jeans and boxers down his hips as I trace the letters with my tongue.

Tom's eyes are wide with desire. It does something to me. Makes me want him even more.

"Fuck, I'm going to watch this so many times." He slides his hand into my hair. "You're amazing."

I run my fingers over his tattoo. "
We're
amazing."

I wrap my hand around his cock and tease him the way he teases me. I brush my lips against his tip. Again and again, until I'm desperate to have him in my mouth.

Even then, I take my time sliding my tongue around his tip and playing with the metal balls of his piercing. God do I love the way it makes him groan.

He brings his other hand to the back of my head, nudging me forward.

I've teased him enough.

I take him as deep as I can.

I'm doing this on film.

Holy shit.

The thrill of the exhibition spurs me on. I let Tom guide me with his hands and his groans, taking him deep or shallow, sucking harder or softer. It's still amazing, watching the pleasure spread over his face.

His eyes roll back into his head. His lips part. His thighs quiver. One hand goes to my shoulder and squeezes.

I keep my pace. Until he's groaning.

His fingers knot in my hair. "I want to come inside you. Get on the bed on your stomach."

God yes.

I release him and shift to my feet. Tom presses his hands against my back, kissing me so hard and so deep that I forget how to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, he helps me onto the bed, positioning me to give the camera a perfect view of us from the side.

God, I want to watch this.

Want him to watch this.

He shifts behind me, his hands on my hips.

His cock nudges against my sex. No teasing this time. With one swift thrust, he enters me. It's hard. Deep. I grab at the sheets, spreading wider, giving myself to him.

Tom and I... we're having sex on our bed... in our house.

On camera.

Everything about this is forever.

Pleasure wells up inside me with every thrust. I arch my back to meet him, desperate to come with him this time.

I'm not going to make it.

"Tom," I breathe. "Touch me. I want to come with you. Please."

He groans. "Fuck yes."

His hand slides around my hip and between my thighs. Then his fingers are on my clit, and I lose track of everything except the pleasure spilling through my body.

My sex clenches. Almost. The way he's shaking—he's almost there too. I let my eyelids flutter closed. I soak in everything about him—the skin on skin, the soft brush of his fingers, the sharpness of his teeth scraping against my shoulder, and his hard cock driving into me again and again.

Tom, God, Tom.

My sex clenches, pulling him closer. He's there. Pulsing inside me. Filling me. It pushes me over the edge.

Tension spills out from my core as I come. It takes me a full minute to catch my breath.

Tom untangles our bodies. He lies next to me, presses his lips to mine, runs his fingers through my hair.

"We christened the new bed," he says.

I nod. "We can get the balcony next.

"Then the couch."

"And the armchair."

"We've already fucked on that chair a dozen times," he says. "But I'm not complaining."

I kiss him deeply.

When he pulls back, he stares into my eyes. "You hungry?"

"A little."

"There's leftover pasta in the fridge. I'll meet you on the balcony."

"What do you mean leftover? You don't cook."

He laughs. "I tried." He pushes off the bed and motions to the closet. "Should be a new robe in there for you."

This day is already amazing. Now, on top of everything else, I have a present. I take my time pouring through the closet. All the clothes I usually keep at Drew's place are here. Most of the space is occupied by Tom's clothes. How can one person own this many different pairs of canvas sneakers? He has a rainbow of them.

The robe is a beautiful silk fabric in a lovely shade of pink. I pull it around my shoulders and cinch it tightly.

Tom is already waiting on the balcony. Our balcony. It's decked with a patio table and two chairs and it looks out on the ocean. God, the ocean is only a few hundred feet away. I can hear the waves. I can taste the salt in the air.

It's beautiful.

And cold. The wind rolls in from the beach. I cinch my robe tighter but that only helps so much.

Tom slides his arm around me and points to the plates of pasta pomodoro on the table. "You eat lunch or dinner?"

"Sort of." I take a seat and dig into the pasta. The basil is scorched and the pasta is undercooked, but so what? Tom made it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s perfect. "Setting up for the gallery kept me busy."

I practically inhale my plate. Tom takes two bites of his then passes it to me. Okay, it would be rude to reject the food he cooked me. I eat until the plate is clean.

Tom smiles as he wipes stray bits of sauce off my cheeks. There's something different about his expression. An uncharacteristic shyness.

He slides the table out of the way, leans back into his chair. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, kid."

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I say.

He stares into my eyes. "It used to be that when I thought about the future, it was mom, and Pete, and Sinful Serenade. How we'd hit higher on the Billboard charts or how our next video would be bigger. All this stuff about taking on the world." He lowers his voice. "But I didn't think about what I wanted at the end of the day, when I was home, by myself in my head. I didn't want anything until I met you."

He lowers himself onto the tile.

Onto one knee.

Holy shit.

He looks up at me. "You make me happy. In a way nothing ever has."

My heart thuds against my chest.

Tom slides his hand into his pocket. He pulls out a ring box. "You're what I want."

He opens the box to reveal a three-stone ring. It's huge, classic and flashy at once.

It's so Tom.

He looks up at me. "Willow Denton, will you marry me?"

Warmth floods my body. "Yes. Of course."

He slides the ring onto my finger.

Tom rises to his feet. He wraps me in a hug and whispers in my ear. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I press my lips to his and, once again, the world gets a little bit better.

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