When he stopped in front of her, he was no longer smiling and his gaze asked a question.

It was only when she smiled and nodded that he grinned.

He grabbed her and kissed her in front of a packed audience and made her knees weak.

When he finally let her up for air, Zach, Trev, Jase and Nik had all come to the mic to continue singing and she was smiling so hard her face actually hurt.

“I love you, Truly.”

She leaned forward, lifting onto her toes so she could rub her nose against his. “I love you, Bastian.”

His smile shone brighter than the spotlight. “Damn right you do.”

*   *   *

Baz kissed Tru again. And again. And again.

Even though he had her naked and under him in his suite at Haven, he couldn’t quite believe she was here.

Pulling away, he knelt between her legs, watching her eyes open to hazy slits of sky blue. She reached for him.

“Come back.” Her voice held a purr that made his cock throb.

“I’m right here. And I’m not planning on going anywhere fast. But I want to see your face.”

“I missed you.”

Grabbing the spare pillow, he tapped her hip and watched as she arched her beautiful, naked body so he could slide the pillow under her ass.

“I missed you, too, babe.” He rose onto his knees and moved forward until he was at the perfect position. “I will miss you every single day we’re apart. But when we’re together, it’s just gonna be you and me,” he slid inside her slowly, forcing his eyes to stay open as hers closed the deeper he went, “and this.”

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward, burying himself completely inside her.

Her groan was music to his ears. He swore he was going to write a song composed of the sounds she made in bed. He’d never let another soul hear it.

“Bastian.”

Leaning forward, he watched her face as he moved in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. He could barely breathe. Everything in his world had shrunk down to this room with this girl. And the way she took him inside her.

“Yeah, babe. I’m right here.”

She lifted both hands and he laced their fingers together, pulling her closer and working his cock that much deeper.

“God, Bastian, don’t stop.”

“Not gonna, sweetheart.”

And he meant that sincerely.

Only his body had other ideas. His body wanted to come, and then he’d have to stop. He’d been holding off his orgasm as long as he could, but apparently he’d reached the end of his rope. She’d pushed him into it.

He thrust hard, felt her spasm around him and call out his name. And that was all it took.

With a groan, he came, watching her face as she opened her eyes.

When he could finally breathe again, he fell to the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s gonna be fun, Truly.”

He’d make damn sure of it.

Stephanie Julian is the author of many novels including Do Not Disturb, Over Exposed, No Reservations, and By Private Invitation. She’s been a Daily News reporter, a freelance feature writer and a movie, theater and music critic but what she loves most is writing sexy, hot romance. She’s also a very slow runner and a hockey fan and she can’t wait for summer and the Warped Tour . . . and Mayhem Fest and anywhere Avenged Sevenfold and Bullet For My Valentine are playing. She’s happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and is the mother of two sons who love her even when they don’t have any clean clothes and dinner is a bowl of cereal.

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