The Price of Love (Rockin' Country Book 2) (17 page)

“Your wife?” she questioned, a saucy smile on her face. She leaned back towards him. “I was thinking I could be a groupie again.”

That was it, all it took for him to stop thinking clearly. “Throw the shot back with me, and then we are getting out of here,” he told her through clenched teeth.

The look in his eyes was all she needed to know, it was what she had longed to see for weeks. She needed this closeness to him, to physically feel that he was there with her. She literally could not wait. Picking up the shot glass, she saluted him, and then poured it down her throat, relishing the burn, knowing that it would help her loosen up. It would help her be the woman she wanted to be with him. To be perfectly honest, she still wasn’t comfortable in that role, but she was learning, and that’s all that mattered.

He did the same to her, slamming the glass down on the lacquered surface of the bar, and then fished out his wallet, throwing some money there. They couldn’t even pretend anymore that they were going to need a tab. Like always, their chemistry was combustible, and he knew he had to get her away from watchful eyes. He had to have her. Garrett got up from the barstool and held his hand out to her. “Please tell me you have a room.”

She held up the card in her hand. “I do.”

Without another word, he dragged her out of the bar and towards the bank of elevators. He didn’t touch her as they waited, and it drove her insane, but as soon as the doors opened and he pushed her inside, the no-touching rule was no longer in effect.

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arrett waited until the elevator doors closed, making sure that no one got on with them, before he turned on Hannah.

Hannah saw the look in his eyes and immediately started walking backwards. When her back hit the coolness of the paneling of the elevator, she knew she was in trouble. “We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered.

“Do what?” he asked, the hungry look absorbing every part of her body.

“This. In public.”

“Do you see anyone else around?” he asked as he advanced on her. He felt like a hunter stalking his prey. In a few strides, he was close enough so that his body almost touched hers, but not quite. One hand slapped against the paneling next to her head, the other hung loosely at his side. “Am I making you nervous?” He heard her sharp intake of breath.

“No,” Hannah answered as she nodded her head yes. She had no choice but to widen her stance as he got himself all up in her business.

“I think I am, but I think you like it.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear.

He was precisely right, but she wasn’t ever sure that she would be able to voice those feelings out loud. It would always be a struggle. She grasped his waist as his lips brushed against the side of her neck. How long was this elevator ride?

“Should we find out?”

She wanted to ask him “find out what?” Her mind was going every which way, and she couldn’t concentrate on what they were talking about. The only thing Hannah knew was that she wanted him to take care of the ache that raged inside of her. She wanted that closeness with him and the relief and comfort that only he could give her. Her question was answered when his other hand came around the front of her skirt, pushing it up so that he could get to her.

“What will I find here?” he whispered in her ear, his teeth pulling on the lobe of her ear.

It was hard to stay standing when her knees were weak and all she wanted to do was lie down on this floor and have him go at her. It was in bad taste, she knew, but she would do almost anything he asked her to do without a second thought. She trusted him that much. “Excitement,” she breathed, biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

Pulling aside the fabric that kept them apart, he groaned loudly. “Feels like much more than excitement to me.” He moved his head so that their lips could meet, but before he could do the things he wanted to, the elevator dinged. “Is this our floor?”

Hannah blinked hard, yanking the skirt down so that she was covered, and pushed her hair back from her face. “Umm,” she looked at the card in her hand and then the digital display that showed the floor number. “Yes, this is it, we’re at the end of the hall,” she told him.

“Lead the way, babe.”

She had come back to herself some before she stepped out of the elevator and onto the carpeted floor of the hotel hallway. She glanced behind her as they exited the elevator; she still wore the heels that she’d worn on stage. As she walked down the hallway, she couldn’t help but add an extra sway to her hips.

“Killin’ me,” Garrett told her as he walked behind her.

She chanced another glance back at him and saw that he had slowed, truly admiring what he saw in front of him. It was moments like this that made her so thankful. She knew that she would never have to worry or wonder if this man wanted her. Every time he looked at her, she could tell. It was there in his eyes, in the set of his lips, in the look of adoration on his face. She was truly blessed with the best husband ever, and she was almost positive that Shell was right. They fought just to make up. Making her way to the room she’d rented for this night and the next day, she swiped the card in front of it, breathing a sigh of relief when it flashed green at her. Within seconds, Garrett was behind her, pushing her inside.

“Fucking never thought we’d get here.” He slammed the door behind them.

No mention was even made of the f-word as he picked her up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Wait, I didn’t get a chance to take a shower after the show, I had to come straight here. That’s why I’m painted up like a two-dollar hooker,” she grinned.

He threw his head back, laughing at her choice of words. “I never took you for a two-dollar hooker, babe. Maybe a ten-dollar one, but never a two-dollar.” He winked. He still held her against him and took stock of where he was.

“The bedroom is in there, the bathroom should be over there.” She pointed to a closed door on the left.

With long strides, he walked them over that way and burst through the closed door.

“You can put me down,” she laughed.

“No, I can’t. I don’t wanna let you go,” he told her as he let go with one hand, searching for the light switch. When he found it, he flipped it on, taking in the shower that stared back at them. It was glass and there was a bench seat. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed.

He reached in and turned the water on and then set his glasses down on the counter.

“Aren’t we going to get undressed?” she asked when he opened the door.

“We can do that just as easily in here.” He carried her into the shower and finally set her down.

“These are really expensive shoes, Garrett,” she breathed out as he pushed her back against the tile wall, his body enveloping hers.

“I’ll buy you more, just like I’ll buy you another shirt and skirt,” he told her.

She didn’t have to ask what he meant when his hands went to her shirt and ripped it down the middle, same with her skirt. She stood there in front of him, the water from the shower running down her body, her clothes hanging in pieces beside her.

“I wish you could see how you look right now.” He ran a finger from her bottom lip down her chest; he hooked it into the cup of her bra, pulling it down. His eyes flashed to hers before they went back down to the skin he had exposed.

Hannah pressed her hands against the hard tile, afraid to touch him. If she touched him, she knew she would make a fool of herself and swoon at his feet. She couldn’t let him know that he had that much power yet. Swallowing hard, her eyes followed the path of his finger as it circled the hard tip of her breast. She watched as he lowered himself in a standing push up to grasp the piece of flesh between his lips, using his teeth to toy with her. “Garrett,” she ground out, she was sliding, falling against the slickness of the shower.

“Nope, you stay upright,” he told her, taking one hand off the tile and securing it to her hip. “I’ll help you, baby, if you can’t do it yourself.”

She circled her arms around his neck, leaning her head back against the cool tile. Her body was on fire and she wanted him to put out the flames, that’s all she wanted him to do. She didn’t want him to toy with her anymore. Hannah closed her eyes against the sensations that were coursing through her. “I can’t take it.” Her breathing was shallow.

“You have to, I’m not done with you yet,” he told her, insinuating himself between her thighs.

“No, I can’t.” She pressed herself tightly against his body. When he didn’t pay attention to what she was saying, she unhooked one hand from around his neck and trailed it down her body. This was the first time she had ever been this bold with him, but they were married—she could be as bold as she wanted to. That’s what he kept preaching to her, that there was no reason that either one of them should be embarrassed about anything they wanted to do with the other person. Using her hand, she pushed the cotton of her underwear aside and used the tips of her fingers to give her the relief that he wasn’t.

“Hannah, that’s gonna make me lose it,” he warned her through gritted teeth, leaning his head against the tile. Even in the heels, he still towered over her.

“Good,” she moaned against his neck. The way they stood put her at the perfect height and she took advantage of it. She used her teeth and mouth to put what she hoped were visible marks there. After the pictures with the other woman, she wanted everyone to know that he was hers.

He reached down, wrenching his belt lose at the buckle and pushing all his clothing down. Garrett grabbed her around the waist and lifted her so that her legs went around him, her ankles crossing and the heels of her shoes digging into his bare skin. “You keep that hand right there.” He pushed against her, groaning when he felt the smooth skin of her palm stroke him while she stroked herself. He leaned forward, devouring her mouth with his, wanting her to know exactly how much he had been missing her, missing this, and how connected he felt to her when they showed their physical love to one another.

“God, Garrett.” She gripped his hair with her other hand, ripping his lips from hers so that she could take a breath.

“I know.” He withdrew and pushed back in, setting a punishing rhythm for the two of them. It had never been like this for him with any other woman he’d ever had, and he’d had a lot. There was no reason to lie, but there was something about the woman in his arms, and it wasn’t just the fact that she wore his ring, it was something physical that drew her to him. It made him want to be with her all the time, made him want to bring her pleasure before himself. It made him want to be the giving sort of man that he always imagined a husband would be. “You feel so good,” he praised her. “Hot and warm against me.” His lips met her chin, tilting it up so that he could feast on her neck.

The way he spoke lulled her into a dream world where all that mattered was the feel of him entering and exiting her body and the feel of her own hand on her core. Hannah couldn’t even hear the shower anymore, could barely feel the beating down of the water on them. At some point the other cup of her bra had come loose. That was her undoing, the feel of her sensitive flesh rubbing against his.

Garrett crushed her against him, a sound she had never heard ripping from somewhere deep inside him. His hips flexed against hers until it started to hurt and she had to move her legs.

“I can’t feel my thighs anymore,” she told him, breathing deeply, trying to get her panting under control.

“Sorry, shit, sorry,” he told her, carefully unwrapping her legs, holding her up as she stood on the wet surface.

“Can you take the heels off?” she asked, pushing her hair back from her face, running a hand up her neck, surprised at how responsive her skin still was.

He leaned down, taking the heels off and placing them on the bench before having a seat himself. His heart was beating out of his chest. “I think you gave me a goddamn heart attack,” he grinned over at her.

“Me?” she laughed. “That was all you, buddy.”

Reaching over, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, sitting her on his lap. “I love the hell out of you, don’t forget that.”

“I know.” She pushed his wet hair out of his eyes. It was getting much longer than normal. “I love you too.”

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