Love Resolution (Black Cat Records series) (32 page)

It was one a.m. when she and Sam finally returned to the hotel. It’d been a fun night. They’d ridden both the ferris wheel and the swings. Underneath the quiet hum of the old fashioned light bulb marquee for the Palmer hotel, Avery leaned over and impulsively hugged the much smaller girl. “Thanks, Sam. I know you probably would have preferred to stay in with JR, but I really needed a distraction. It feels like forever since I’ve laughed so hard.”

“You’re welcome, but I wanted to go, too.” Sam smiled and squeezed Avery back. “I’d better head up though. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said over her shoulder as she entered the glass doors ahead of Avery. “New York City, girl! Your old stomping ground.”

Hard to believe
, Avery thought to herself.
Madison Square Garden.

She stepped off the elevator on the reserved floor, surprised that it was so empty. She headed to her room but slowed when she heard music. Someone was playing the piano in the room next to hers. The notes were turbulent and beautiful and vaguely familiar. She drifted into the open door without even thinking about it.

Marcus
.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the suite, the sound saturating her senses. In the notes that he played, she heard crashing thunder, saw flashes of lightning, and felt the rain soaking her face in a torrential downpour. She knew why it sounded so familiar. It was a piece she’d heard him working on during sound checks since Seattle. The melody was so poignant and hopeful that her eyes flooded with tears.

When the last note faded out, she absently wiped her cheeks and opened her eyes.

Marcus was standing right in front of her, hands in his back pockets. “Happy Birthday, Avery,” he said solemnly.

Holy Crap
. She’d completely lost track of the calendar with all that had been happening.

“The doorman told me you were on your way up,” he confessed. “I’ve been working on the song since before we left on tour. I’d hoped you’d put lyrics to it someday, but then…” He trailed off, glancing away. His blue eyes were glassy when they focused back on her. “I thought I’d call it ‘Shelter.’”

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to say. It’s the most incredible gift anyone’s ever given me.” She stepped forward and stood on tiptoes to kiss his stubbled cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” His eyes were dark and intense as he stared into hers.

She knew she should extract herself from the situation. But she didn’t want to. She wasn’t going to fight it anymore. She wanted to press her body against his. Wanted to feel his lips on hers. She wanted…
him
.

Marcus cleared his throat.

“Huh?” she blurted, startled from her thoughts.

“I have one more gift for you.”

“The song was more than enough,” she protested, letting him take her hand.

“It’s just a little thing,” he told her, wrapping his fingers more tightly around hers, leading her further into the suite. “I just asked and well, he wouldn’t let me pay for it.”

“Holy shit!” Her eyes widened as her gaze came to rest on the red, black, and white EVH Frankenstein that was propped up on a stand with a red bow laid loosely over it. She set the bow aside and picked it up, running a finger over the signature. “It’s even signed by him,” she whispered. She turned back to Marcus, clutching the guitar to her chest, tears brimming in her eyes. “Marcus Thomas Anthony,” she whispered. “You were right. You don’t fight fair.”

“Not where you’re concerned, Ace.” He sauntered closer, eyes locked on hers. “I was an effing idiot. Let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to me. A woman like you… kind, generous, and genuine, well, there aren’t many of those around. That thing you did for the guy during the photo shoot, the way you always check on Ray’s mom, how you helped JR and Sam when they needed it. Some might think about doing things like that, a few might actually do them once in a while, but you live it out every day. Then there’s the bonus stuff. Your beauty. That irresistible body of yours.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Not being able to touch you has been an absolute living hell. I can’t even close my eyes without remembering how you feel, how you taste, how you smell, and how it
feels
when we’re together.”

“Me, too,” she admitted, voice soft as the fade at the end of a song.

He reached out for the guitar, smiling so widely that his dimple showed. He tugged it from her possessive grip and set it back in the stand. “It’ll be safe here, I promise.”

He brushed aside the new tears that had fallen, his calloused thumbs rough but familiar against her soft skin. She leaned into him, rubbing her cheeks against his palms as he cradled her face.

“It’s tomorrow, Ace.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, momentarily confused by his cryptic statement.

“I mean, your day is up,” he whispered right before he crushed his lips to hers.

Marcus kissed her until she was completely breathless. Then he began to undress her with trembling eager hands. At the same time, she started with his, desperate to touch his body again, to remove all the barriers between them.

“Wait.” Her fingers paused on the middle button of his shirt.

“What is it?” he asked the blaze of passion barely banked in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Before we do this, I need you to know something. I
never
slept with Bryan. I just led you to believe that. I’m sorry.”

“Thank God,” he said in a soft voice. “I have to admit just the thought of you with him made me nearly insane.” He brushed her hair aside, rubbed his roughened chin on the soft sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder and gave it a restrained nip.

Breath choppy, she took a small step back and resumed removing his clothes with renewed haste. “Marcus,” she whispered in a long sigh as he pulled their bodies together and her fevered skin came into contact with his. She’d missed him, missed this so much, each touch feeling like a caress to her soul.

“Don’t Ace.” His hands tightened on her shoulder blades, his face drawn with need. “You know what that does to me.”

She did and she wanted him that way.

Quick and hard and now.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, tightening to sensitized points, every part of her primed and ready. “Marcus, please,” she begged.

“Warned you,” he said in a low voice, turning her around. “Lean over.”

She rested her hands on the piano, feeling his wet tongue and warm lips trailing a path up the center of her spine. Her mouth dropped open, air seeming suddenly in short supply. She turned her head and his hot mouth captured hers at the same time that he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back flush with him. It was too much, a sensory overload: his tongue in her mouth, his fingers digging into her hips, and the hard length of him pressing urgently against her.

She moaned.

“You’re mine,” he whispered breath warm in her ear.

She shivered.

“Bedroom’s too far.” He turned her around. “I want to look into your eyes.” Hands on her bottom, he lifted her. She twined her arms around his neck, and folded her legs around his waist. In a couple of strides, tangled together, he lowered her to the sofa. “You feel so good,” he groaned above her.

Every part of her body thrummed, the tension building higher and higher as they began moving together.

“Not gonna last long,” he gasped.

“Marcus.” This time her voice broke on his name.

Feeling his gaze hot and fiercely possessive on her, she unraveled, totally and completely his.

The aftershocks made him pulse and quiver, and it was several moments before he was even able to speak. “I love you,” he told her, breath ragged, eyes searching hers for visual confirmation that she had no regrets.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Her eyes glittering with tender emotion gave him what he sought.

He feathered light kisses of adoration across her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. Making a pleased humming sound, she closed her eyes, and he dropped kisses on her eyelids, too. “Taking you to the shower,” he murmured, lifting her in his arms. He frowned, realizing how much lighter she was than she had been.

In the black and white marble bathroom, he set her down, twisting to the side to get the water started. Turning back to her, he bent to kiss her again, taking her full lower lip between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

She moaned, eyelids fluttering closed, long auburn lashes lying against the pale purplish skin under her eyes.

He spent several blissful moments tracing her mouth with the tip of his tongue before he was able to make himself stop. Feeling the water again, finding it warm, he told her to get in.

Her eyes heavy lidded, she asked, “Aren’t you coming in with me?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Her lower lip jutted out.

“Ace, if I go in there with you, I’m gonna take you again, and you need rest. You look really tired. You’ve got circles under your eyes and I don’t think you’ve been eating right. Your ribs are sticking out.”

Her gaze fell to the floor.

Shit
. He knew immediately that she’d taken his comments the wrong way. He tilted up her chin. “You are so damn desirable to me.” He ran the back of his hand down her soft cheek and then tapped the tip of her nose. He raised a brow. “Remember, even when I thought you were a guy, I was drawn to you. I’m a sure thing every time.” He slapped her lightly on the ass. “Get in the shower. Then you’re sleeping beside me.”

Soon he brought a robe and they switched places. When he finished showering and walked into the bedroom, she was already asleep, curled on her side, hand resting underneath her chin. He climbed in behind her, propped up on an elbow, and stared down at her, his heart expanding in his chest. He loved her so much and wanted so badly to put his ring back on her finger. It could wait, though. She was here with him, back where she belonged. That was what mattered most.

He lay back down beside her, cradling her body with his.

She sighed, and he wrapping his hand around hers, tucking it into the center of her chest. She unconsciously scooted back enticingly against him and murmured his name in her sleep.

He moaned, silently cursing his good intentions.

Sitting up, her back resting against the headboard, Avery stroked a hand through his thick hair. Mesmerized, she drank in the sight of his hard masculine frame spread out across the white hotel sheets. The early morning sun filtered in through a crack in the heavy curtains and fell like an arrow across his broad muscular shoulders.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, turning over, lips curving up in that dangerously sexy way of his. “How long have you been up?”

“A while.” She returned his lazy smile, eyes twinkling. “Totally lickable.”

“I knew you
remembered.” He laughed, sitting up and pulling her into his side.

“Um, yeah.” She lowered her head and ran her tongue lightly across the tight tan coin of his nipple.

“I was a little afraid you might not be here when I woke up.”

“This is not a onetime deal for me.” Her expression serious, she tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. “You ever try to shut me out again or look at another woman, even for pretend, and I’ll kick you in the shin.”