in which Brian, try as he might, can't stop himself from emotionally tying himself to women he meets on tour--he knows it's wrong but can't seem to stop himself
in which Katie, an unintentional groupie, becomes hopelessly entangled in the life of a...
Katie didn't think it was possible to be this hypersensitive to another person's touch. Each brush of Brian's fingertips against her skin flooded her brain with pleasure. She pulled away for a moment to grip the wrist of his hand that was cupping her chin, drinking in the tenderness of his touch.
"You have no idea... how many times I've imagined doing that." His voice, hoarse with desire, colored the dark with its neediness.
Unable to summon the words to articulate the effect his confession had, her mouth instead followed his for a second kiss, delighting in the feeling of his lips on hers. Gentle fingers caressed her waist, hand resting comfortably on her hip. Desperate to meld her body with his, she reached up to weave her fingers into his soft curls and tugged his head towards her, deepening the kiss. Tongue lightly tracing her bottom lip in an unspoken request, she complied readily. The feeling of his warm, lithe body pressing her into the wall was making her dizzy with want––but she needed more. Lightly pushing him away from her, she broke their kiss. His confused expression was quickly replaced with understanding as she walked him backwards until his legs hit the bed. Obediently sitting down on the edge of the mattress, his full-blown pupils followed her hands as they reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse. Before she was able to get more than two buttons undone, his hands were on her hips again, bringing her flush against him. Placing one knee on the bed on either side of him, she situated herself on his lap. His hands instinctively moved down to grab her ass and she bit back a gasp. Happy with their new position, she leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses against his neck, invisible stubble rasping deliciously against her chin. Feeling a moan vibrate through his throat, Katie smiled and glanced up to see Brian's eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenched.
"Katie..." His hands migrated up her sides, fingers tugging her shirt out from her skirt. She hummed in response, closing her eyes and letting her hands trail down his chest.
"Katie." An edge of seriousness laced her name this time and she snapped her eyes open, finding his eyes already on hers. "There's... something I ought to tell you, before we––" Uh oh. Desperate to stop him from finishing the ominous-sounding sentence, she ground her hips down onto his. His sharp inhale and the pressure rapidly building against her inner thighs told her she had succeeded. Sliding his hands down her hips and towards her thighs, his thumbs hooked underneath the bottom of her skirt. Goosebumps prickled on her newly exposed skin as he gently pushed the fabric up towards her waist. Her shaky fingers began working their way down Brian's shirt, each undone button granting her further access to him. She wanted him to hurry up goddammit , but he was taking his time––languid kisses and curious tongue filling the silence as one hand drew small circles on her inner thigh, the other drifting underneath her shirt. Arching her back into his touch, she parted her lips from his to allow him to lift the hem up and over her head. Her shirt had barely hit the ground before his hands were on her again, fingertips sketching the curve of her breasts.
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