Her gentle lips brought me out of my deep thoughts. She was looking up at me through sleepy eyes, her perfect mouth turned up in a small, contented smile.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself.”

She curled her warm body around mine and I felt myself respond. She closed her eyes and her hand slid along the length of my chest and across my hips, brushing over my boxers, as a delicious hum escaped her throat.

Wandering fingers slid under the waistband and inside my boxers, wrapping warmth around me as she gripped me and began to slowly stroke. Another contented smile slid across her lips when she felt how hard she was making me.

Pleasure pulsed through me and I moaned. Instinctively I raised my hand to brush her hair from her shoulder and trace an invisible line down her throat to her breasts, sighing as a sweet, pleasurable pulse began to beat beneath her fingers.

I bent my head to kiss her mouth and she murmured against me. Short sweet kisses grew deeper and longer. As another pulse of pleasure shot through me, I sealed my lips over her mouth in a long lingering kiss, savoring the moment and how amazing she felt against my lips.

She stopped stroking and took my hand, placing it between her thighs where my fingers slid easily into her wet warm body. She sighed softly and I groaned, desperately wanting to be inside her. I rose up and kicked off my boxer shorts in one swift movement and moved myself between her legs, positioning myself against her.

As she looked up at me, her eyes heavy lidded with desire, I gently, slowly, pushed into her.

She sighed and moaned, then licked her lips as I pulled back, only to push back into her, deeper and right to the hilt. She gasped and moaned, and adjusted her hips to wrap her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her. The pleasure stalled me and I stopped to catch my breath. The sensation was incredible. Her skin was so warm. So smooth. So wet. As she raised her arms to engulf me in her embrace, she pulled me tightly to her, which forced me deeper into her.

Pleasure filled every part of me. Like nothing I had never known. And I had to squeeze my eyes shut to fight off the urge to come. I wanted it to last. I wanted her to feel how I was feeling right at that moment. So I thrust deeper into her, making her cry out, but then stopped, and pressed myself hard against her.

Cupping her face in my hands I looked into her warm eyes.

“I’m so in love with you Harlow,” I said gently, meaning every word like I had never meant anything else.

She smiled softly and her long lashes were a gentle fan as she blinked. “I love you too.”

When I felt her pulsate around me, physical pleasure and love collided within me, forcing me to draw in a deep breath. If she kept doing that, I was going to come. But that wasn’t what this was about. I needed her to know just how much she meant to me.

“I want you to know that I’ve never felt this way. You make everything worthwhile.”

We made love then. Slowly. Purposely. Taking our time. Every movement purposeful. Every stroke penetrating deeper and deeper. I had never had sex without protection and the sensation was mind blowing.

As Harlow’s breaths came quicker she raised her hips to meet the slow grind of mine, her hands running up my back, her nails gently grazing my skin as she came closer to the edge. My name dropped breathlessly from her lips, “Oh Heath.” And her eyes closed tightly as she pulsated around me, her tight wet body throbbing against me. Her neck tilted upwards and her back arched, her hands gripping into my shoulders and the sheets around us.

One more thrust into her and I was gone. I squeezed my eyes shut and stars cartwheeled across my brain. All the oxygen in my lungs escaped and my body stiffened as the most incredible pleasure overwhelmed me. Warmth and light drugged my senses. Joy and ecstasy seeped into every pore. Goddamn.

My head fell to her neck and I buried my face in the warmth of her skin. “Oh baby,” I shuddered, spilling into her in what had to be the longest orgasm in my life. I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. I was paralyzed by the euphoria that overwhelmed my brain.

We were both still as we caught our breath and our bodies cooled. Finally, I raised my head and she looked up at me with lazy contentment. Christ, I was so in love with her, it hurt.

We stayed entwined for the longest time, with me still inside her.

When I finally went to move she held me still with her legs, pinning me against the slick skin of her naked body. She clenched and released around me, the slippery warmth of her muscles furling and unfurling, making me harder.

Slowly. Without words. We made love again. This time lazily, our bodies working together in a perfect, slow rhythm. She came again, clutching the sheet around us and moaning. My orgasm came as a surprise, from out of nowhere, to completely devastate my already hazy brain.

Afterwards we lay sprawled, exhausted and naked, on the bed. I was spent. Stoned by the magic we had created. Twice. I didn’t even know that was fucking possible.

“Today is your big day,” she finally murmured, her arm draped across my chest.

My fingertips swept across the length of her smooth limb but paused as I realized I had completely forgotten about our performance at the festival today. Since Harlow arrived I had been too caught up in telling her what a cheating loser I was to even think about Vengeance’s performance at the festival.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

I turned and looked her in those fucking amazing piercing eyes, and shook my head. “No. I haven’t really thought about it.”

She smiled. “That doesn’t surprise me. You take everything in your stride. I wish I had half of your confidence.”

The love I saw looking back at me gave me brief hope. Maybe she would understand. Maybe when I explained the situation … the misunderstanding … the pain … thinking she had gone back to Colton …

“Baby, I need to tell you something.” I felt my heart thunder against my chest.

She cocked a brow. “You look so serious.” She grinned but it faded when she realized I was serious. “Is everything alright?”

“Being here with you, it’s perfect …”

Her eyes softened and she smiled sweetly. “We are pretty perfect together.”

“Yesterday, when I saw you with Colton, baby it killed me—”

“Heath, nothing is going to come between you and me. I love you.”

She smiled that amazing smile and I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her what a jerk I had been!

Fuuuuuuuuck!

It felt too good, lying across from her, seeing her look at me like that, seeing how much love she had for me, seeing how incandescently beautiful she was. I couldn’t do it. The words weren’t there. I looked for them, I really did, but that smile …

She sat up and her dark hair cascaded over her smooth shoulders.

“Okay mister rock star, you need to hit the showers. This is your big day. You need to be ready.” She winked and ushered me off the bed.

Under the shower I let the hard spray of water wash over me, hoping it would wash away some of the guilt consuming me.

Christ, it was getting harder to tell her. If I waited for the right time … well, there wasn’t a right time to tell the girl you were crazy about that you had cheated on her with a girl whose name you didn’t even know.

I had missed my opportunity to say something today. Now I needed to mentally prepare for the show and get my headspace right. It would have to wait now, until tomorrow. I shivered. Fuck.

The shower screen opened and there was Harlow, perfectly naked in front of me. Flawless and alluring, her dark hair fell around her face and tumbled in waves down her back. Every perfect, amazing inch of her naked body was smooth and tanned. And the look on her face. Goddamn!