Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (19 page)

Shivers
run
through me like wildfire, but he doesn’t give me time to recover before we’re
leaving my room and heading toward the elevator. The car is waiting for us at
the curb. Wolf holds the door open for me
,
and
I slide in to find a single rose waiting on the seat along with a card. I open
it as Wolf steps around
to the other side of
the car.

Lyric,

To some, words are cheap.
For us, words are everything. Here
are
mine:

From the moment I met you,
there was something about you that would not leave me. What you sparked when
your hands fell onto my chest in that elevator only ignited when our eyes met,
and it’s a flame that still burns. Like one of those damn trick candles. I hope
this one burns forever.

Here’s to our first date
and to every moment after.

Wolf

This is why I love musicians and why I’m
crazy about Wolf in particular. Well, it’s one of the many reasons. His words
seep into my cracked exterior and soak my heart, turning it to mush.

I’m done reading by the time Wolf sinks
into the seat beside me
,
and I have to
restrain myself from straddling him. Instead, I reach out to hold his
hand
. Once our fingers are tangled together, he
squeezes
my
hand, and I feel it again. The
intense flame that burns between us. It may not have been in my plans to fall
for Wolf, but it’s clear now that I never had a choice. This thing happening
between us, whatever it is, is meant to be.

Wolf

She’s
breathtaking. I’m not sure how I’m resisting her now, but everything about
Lyric screams “take me now.” From her purple, shiny heels, to the way she’s
looking at me—like she wants to jump me. The way that flowery skirt rides up
her glossy thigh.
Fuck me.
And the
way her little hand slides into mine after reading the letter—that small
gesture she offers me is enough to boost my confidence. Truth be told, I need
the confidence boost.

Lyric will never know it, but I’m fucking
nervous. I spent the day setting up for our night, wondering if I was
completely losing my mind. Not only has she hooked my heart, but she’s reeling
me in without any effort at all. It’s been a week since I promised Lyric a
date, and she hasn’t said a word about it. I’m not even sure she remembers, but
I do. Lyric deserves more than a random night out when we can afford the time
or early morning orgasms. Although she seems to really like the orgasms.
Tonight, Lyric will get to experience one of my favorite places with all the
bells and whistles I could think of.

Our driver parks near the back entrance
of Aragon Ballroom, and the disappointment is obvious on Lyric’s face. I want
to chuckle, but I decide to play with her a little. “I just need to stop here
for a second. Come with me.”

She hesitates for a moment before sliding
out of the seat and latching onto my hand. Rex is behind us, staying a safe
distance back. He knows the plan and will ensure Lyric and I have our privacy.

As we walk, I imagine what it would be
like to have her with me, just like this, every night. As my girlfriend and not
my road manager. I’ll never mention the fantasy to Lyric, though. Knowing how
much she loves her job, she’ll probably get pissed. Instead, I keep it to
myself and take her through the backstage hallway until we’re turning down a
dark and narrow passage.

We arrive at the stairwell leading to the
roof when Lyric freezes in her tracks. It pulls me to a stop, and I turn toward
her. She’s probably creeped out. I still haven’t told her that we’re here for
our date.

I laugh and tug on her hand. “We’re not
here for work. I want to take you somewhere.”

Her eyes aren’t on me, though; they are
fixed on a pocket of darkness beneath the stairs. I have a flashback to the
first time I saw that little nook. The same night I stole the rooftop keys for
the first time so that I could get away from it all. From my dad. The tour. His
skanky bimbos. All of it.

After a moment, she turns to me and lets
out an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, I just remembered something. Where are you
taking me?” she asks, curiously.

I wink. “To one of my all-time favorite
places.”

“So, this isn’t a pit stop before our
date?”

“This is our date, babe.”

Her face doesn’t give much away, so I
lead her up the staircase, keeping a tight grip on her hand. The door is
already unlocked, as planned. I open it and allow her to walk past me. When she
does, she gasps. “Wolf,” she breathes.

I had the entire rooftop decorated with
strings of white holiday lights and gas lanterns. Rose petals cover every
surface, and a cloth-draped table sits in the center of it all with our dinner
plates protected by silver domes. She looks around the space, taking it all in,
her jaw dropped in wonder. She’s impressed.

Before she can say a word, I take her in
my arms so the small of her back is pressed against my stomach. “I thought we
could have a private dinner with a view before the show.” I run my nose from
her cheek to the base of her neck, eliciting shivers all along her sexy body.
The effect I have on her makes me hard—more so than the thought of planting
myself between her thighs.

“Come.” I smirk, taking her hand again
and pulling her toward the edge of the roof. I want her to understand why this
is my favorite place. I want to tell her everything. I want to know everything
about her. She already knows the important stuff about me. I’m hoping that
maybe she’ll let me in and talk about her parents. I won’t pressure her. Never.
But I want her to know it’s okay if she does want to talk about anything.

We’re a few feet from the edge of the
roof when Lyric stops behind me. I can’t explain the strange feeling I get in
my chest, but it’s a sense that we’ve done this before. Initially, I have a
flashback to the first time I ever stepped foot onto the roof, tugging a scared
girl behind me. And then Lyric’s response to the dark corner beneath the stairs
hits me like a sledgehammer.

No
fucking way.

I turn to face her, my heart beating
rapidly in my chest. “Lyric.” I test her name to see if the same realization has
hit her yet.

Her eyes flicker to mine. “Heights,” she
says, reminding me.

“Fuck, babe, I thought it was just a
sleeping on a bus thing,” I say, feeling instantly like shit. But only a little
bit, because I’m too distracted by an old memory.

And then I pull her into my arms, just
like I did when I was fifteen and—
holy
shit
. I’m holding her close, but not like I usually do. I don’t slam her
body into mine and suffocate her mouth with mine. This time, I picture myself
at fifteen, trying to comfort that scared girl who was petrified of heights.

“Lyric,” I say again because there are no
words for the coincidence we’ve just stumbled upon. I’m not even sure if she’s
connected the dots yet, but I sure as fuck remember. At fifteen, I had a raging
boner for a girl I dragged up to the rooftop because she was sad. Her dad was
sending her to live with her mom, and I wanted to make her feel better.
That girl was Lyric.
And the man who
called her away from me was
Mitch
fucking
Cassidy
. If Mitch was
performing that night I might have made the connection, but he must have
brought Lyric there to watch my dad’s show.

“Beowulf,” she says.

She remembers.
Wait.
I never told her my name. “What?”

“Beowulf,” she repeats. “Some guy was
calling out that name over and over after I left the rooftop with my dad. Is
that your name?”

I nod.
Shit
. No one has called me that in years. “That was my dad.” I look
down at her again, still dazed by the coincidence. “This is insane,” I finally
say because I don’t know what other words can describe what is happening now. I
still think about that girl. That girl who had to rush off like Cinderella at
the stroke of midnight, except she didn’t drop a thing. There was nothing left
to remember her by—just my memories.

Lyric looks up at me now. “Your dad was performing
that night? That’s how you got backstage.”

I nod and swallow. “When he was with his
old band. Before my mom got sick, I’d hang with him during my school breaks. He
never paid me any attention, though. I hated touring with him.”

“Which is why you escaped to the roof.”
She’s grinning.

I brush my finger along her cheek. “And I
heard you crying.”

Her eyes close and she leans into my
palm, releasing a sigh. “That fauxhawk was so sexy.”

Her words throw me. She just lightened
what could have been a very serious conversation.

I laugh. “I still style it like that
sometimes.”

She grins and slides two palms against
the sides of my head. “I would love to see that. Do it for me?”

She has no clue that I would do anything
for her. “I think that can be arranged.” And then I have to ask. “What happened
after you left to live with your mom?”

Lyric shrugs, trying to act nonchalant
like Lyric does but failing this time. “
Destiny
Lane
was busy. My mom wasn’t ever there. I can count on two hands how many
times I saw her before I graduated from high school and moved to Seattle.”

“What? How is that possible? Who took
care of you?”

“Deloris,” Lyric responds sourly. “The
nanny. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a nanny when you’re a
teenager? Everyone thought Deloris was my mother, though. I guess it was easier
that way since she was the one who picked me up from school and took me to the
doctors and stuff.” She rolls her eyes and then laughs. “Anyway, I thought
about your fauxhawk for a long time after that night.”

I chuckle. “I totally would have shoved
my tongue down your throat if your dad hadn’t interrupted us.” When her face
lights up, I lean in and touch her nose with mine. “I’m trying desperately hard
not to shove my tongue down your throat right now, but it’s our first date. I
can’t kiss you until it’s over. And then I promise I won’t stop kissing you
until I have you against a wall. I just have to pick one.”

I look up and pretend to have an internal
debate about wall options. There are few to choose from and they all surround
the rooftop door, but the debate is pointless since I’ve already chosen the one
I want to see her convulse against.

Lyric slides her hands around my waist,
links them together, and stares up into my eyes. “Deal.”

We
somehow manage to keep our hands off each other through dinner, but the moment
we’re done eating, I pull her to her feet and wrap my arms around her. “Dance
with me,” I say. My entire being is filled with desire, and I know she can hear
it in my voice, not that I’m trying to hide it. I want her. I always want
Lyric, but tonight is different. After staring at her all night and listening
to every word she spoke, my attraction for her has only deepened.

She returns my embrace, and we sway to
the light rock music playing from the wireless speaker on our table. When she
looks up at me with those sage-colored eyes, I get lost for second, and then
I’m unable to hold back another second. My lips find hers and I’m memorizing
them, devouring them, until our bodies can’t get any closer. I pick her up, and
she wraps her legs around my waist. I palm her bare ass cheeks beneath her
skirt and push my cock into her heat, but I’m blocked by her panties and my
jeans. Lyric always wears the sexiest underwear, but right now, I just want to
tear them off.

The chosen wall is a few feet away, so I
walk her to it and place her back against it as promised. I always make good on
my promises. She puts more of her sexy noises in my mouth, and I grind into her
again, more eagerly than before.

“Can we just pretend I walked you home
and gave you a sweet, good-night kiss? Because I really want to sink into your
sweet pussy right now.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Her lips
curl up into a smile. “Hell yes.”

I stand her up just to slip her panties from
her and steal a lick along the line of wetness forming between her folds. For a
second, I consider throwing a leg over my shoulder and mouth-fucking her pussy
into oblivion, but this time, the need is too great to be inside of her.

I make quick work of my jeans, pushing
them down with my underwear so they’re wrapped around my ankles. With her skirt
hiked up, it’s an effortless lift and I’m palming her ass again as she wraps
her legs around me. I’d rather her be naked, but I won’t risk it, knowing there’s
already a good chance we can be seen by neighboring windows. I press her
backward so she’s flush against the brick, my body protecting her from sight.
If anyone is going to see anything, it’ll be my ass, and I couldn’t care less
if anyone gets an eyeful of that.