His hands gripped her tighter now as he increased his speed, his hips stopping with each inward thrust to grind a little deeper. Planting her knees a little more firmly, she pushed back, making him groan. His next thrust was harder. And each successive invasion came faster until they moved together in a synchronized dance that she knew was reaching an end.

That tight spring in her lower body had coiled again and was ready to be released. It only needed the trigger.

Sebastian was saying something, but she couldn’t make it out over the pounding of her pulse in her ears.

But she definitely heard him groan out her name as he lost that control and thrust with abandon now. It was exactly what she needed and she came with a moan that mingled with his groan as he let go and joined her.

Chapter Eleven

Baz woke when he felt Tru shift away from him.

Still mostly asleep, he made a grab for her, saying something that he thought sounded like “Stay” but probably sounded like a grunt.

She evaded him but ran her hand along his cheek before she slid out of bed, grabbing her phone.

“Hello?”

Obviously he’d been too out of it to hear it ringing. Probably because he’d fucked his brains out last night.

And he was more than willing to spend the rest of the day doing the same. He just hoped she came back to bed when she was done.

A few seconds later, he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

She snuck back into the room, trying not to make any noise, then grimaced when she realized he was awake.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was gonna say no problem and tell you to come back to bed and make it up to me, but you have that look on your face.”

Her nose wrinkled in a way that made his dick get hard. Hell, any way she looked at him, his dick got hard.

“What look?”

“The one that means trouble.”

She stopped at the side of the bed, hands on her hips as he rolled over onto his back to watch her. He didn’t pull the covers up because he liked the way her eyes lingered on his chest. He tried to control his smile but failed.

And when she finally dragged her gaze up to his face, he saw her lift her eyebrows at him, which just made his dick that much harder.

“I’ve got to go down to Val’s set. Some neighbor’s complained about the noise and the cops are there and I’ve got to make sure everything gets smoothed over.”

“I have no doubt you’ll kick their asses into shape, babe.”

Her lips twitched and he knew she wanted to smile but wouldn’t allow herself to. “Anyway, I need to get going. You don’t have to leave now, just make sure you lock the door on your way out, okay?”

“Sure, no problem.” He yawned and stretched, making sure the sheet shifted even lower on his body. “When do you think you’ll be done?”

When he opened his eyes, she’d crossed her arms over her chest and was shaking her head.

“I have no idea.”

“Are you coming back here or to the office?”

“Will you still be here?”

“I can if you want me to be.”

It took her a few seconds but she finally smiled outright. “Fine. But you better have breakfast waiting because I’ll be starving.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, he smiled back at her. “No problem.”

“Uh-huh.” Moving toward the closet on the far wall, she pulled stuff out and started to dress. A plain black skirt, white t-shirt top, slim grey sweater and black pumps.

Battle gear.

“You know when you dress like that, it turns me on.”

She didn’t even look at him as she ran a brush through her hair and picked through the jewelry box on top of the chest.

“Amazing how much self-control you have because you’ve been able to keep your hands off me for the past three months.”

“Yeah, but now . . .”

She turned as she pushed plain gold hoops through her ears, looking at him with a question in her eyes. “Now . . . ?”

“Now I know what you look like naked and that’s all I see when I look at you.”

She shook her head but continued to smile. “You’re such a guy.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. That’s not what it sounded like last night.”

No, he could still hear every little sound she’d made. Just thinking about it made his dick rock hard and ready to party. But he knew how important her job was to her and he wasn’t about to get in the way.

The blush that colored her cheeks almost made him rethink his decision to let her go. Eighteen months ago, he so would’ve tried to coax her back into bed, deadlines and work be damned. Today, well, maybe he’d actually grown a little more mature.

Didn’t mean he didn’t want to bend her over the bed, flip up that tight skirt and get in a quickie.

Her lips had curved into a full-blown smile now. “It’s not a bad thing, Bastian.” She stepped closer to the bed and reached down to trail her fingers from the center of his chest to the top of the sheet that barely covered his groin.

His cock tented the sheet and his breath caught and held as she swirled her fingertips in the darker, curlier hair just peeking above the sheet.

“I guess only time will tell if you’re a one-hit wonder or fall prey to the sophomore slump.”

“I love it when you talk all businessy and shit.”

Her head fell back and she laughed, which had his hands curling into the sheets so he didn’t grab her and throw her on the bed.

When she finally stopped, she shook her head as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his for a chaste, too-quick kiss.

“I’ll text you when I have an idea of how long I’ll be.”

“Don’t work too hard, babe. It’s Sunday.”

She wiggled her fingers over her shoulder at him and disappeared out the door.

Loss swept through him, so sharp he could barely breathe for a few seconds, especially when he heard the front door open and close a minute or so later.

How fucking stupid was that? Seriously? He must be losing it.

And how the fuck had his life taken this left turn so fast?

Shaking his head, he ran his hands through his hair and sat up. He considered going back to sleep but he wanted to be awake when she got back. And he’d promised her breakfast.

What the hell time was it anyway?

Rolling out of bed, he gathered his clothes and dressed, checking his cell for calls. He’d put it on silent last night before the concert and he’d never turned the sound back on.

The phone symbol was overlaid with the number twenty and a plus symbol. Which probably meant he had just as many voice messages.

His Twitter app had given up at one hundred. Same for Facebook.

Fuck. He needed coffee before he tackled this. Sticking the phone in his back pocket, he headed for the kitchen. Tru drank coffee so he was betting on there being a machine somewhere. Otherwise, he would need to head out and find some.

Would she give him a key if he asked?

Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you, buddy?

Just because he was ready to move in and take over her life didn’t mean she wanted him to.

Besides, last night had proved he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel on his music career. He’d rediscovered his love of performing, and even now he had the itch to grab a guitar and play something. Anything.

He wanted to call Nic . . .

Which made him think about that kiss Nic had laid on him last night.

What the fuck had happened? Why the hell had Nic kissed him like that? Way too much had happened last night for him to focus on those few seconds of time but now . . .

What the hell did he do? Did he call Nic and ignore the fact that the guy had almost but not quite stuck his tongue down his throat?