The Last Love Song (A BWWM BDSM Romance) (23 page)

He thrust inside me with that magical precision that I still couldn't believe. My body twisted beneath his, seeking relief from his weight as he crushed me into the mattress. I didn't want relief, though. I wanted him to push right through me, obliterate me, and put me back together.

A rerun of Harper Moore's show played on the television, but the volume was turned down. We'd meant to watch it but it was impossible to keep our hands off of each other for long when we were alone.

"I'm just so grateful that no one was hurt," I'd said to Harper. He himself had flown out to meet me before I left San Fransisco to do a pre-recorded interview for his show since there was no time for me to make it back to LA to do it live.

Now we were halfway through the tour and hadn’t spent a single night apart. Like magnets, like snaps or like puzzle pieces, we just fit. He ran the security team as an independent contractor, now, and he was with me all the time.

We didn’t make a lot of sense to people on the outside. We were so different, but when I was in his arms, our hearts beat as one. It was like my song lyrics had come to life:

Love will let you let go.

I could be pretty damn profound if I can say so myself.

"And it was thanks to your bodyguard that you made it out of there as unharmed as you did. Relatively unharmed."

"Yes," I'd said. "Who knows what would have happened if Vaughn didn't appear when he did? Who knows where I would have ended up? Vaughn's a hero."

"My hero," I gasped up at him. I would have clung to him if my hands weren't bound behind my knees, holding my legs high. My ankles rested together on one of his shoulders. He liked me like this - helpless. His to mold, to take, to claim. And I loved every moment of it. Giving all of myself to him like this. "My hero."

"And you were right all this time about Camden. With everyone pressuring you to work with him again, to 'get over it,' you stood your ground. How do you feel about that?"

That question had caught me off-guard. I didn't realize it was such an industry-wide bit of gossip.

"Well it's not something I'm going to gloat about," I said, "But maybe in the future, if a woman says to you, 'I do not feel safe with this man,' perhaps people will remember this story and listen to her more closely than they might have."

The only thing I didn't like about this position was that he had to bend me nearly in half to kiss me. But I would take the strain, because the pain of it only made the soft touch of his lips that much sweeter. "Come with me," he ordered.

"And the bodyguard?" Harper asked onscreen.

"Vaughn," I'd corrected him.

"Michael Vaughn Grayson. Yes. Veteran and hero. And handsome man, I have to say. I can admit it!" he'd joked. "There was formerly an affair between you two a short time ago. Is there romance in the air, now?"

I couldn't hide my smile. "Let's just say that you may be hearing a few new love songs from me when I record my next album."

I came with him just as he'd demanded. My body submitted to his command, and he drove me into a blinding orgasm, right as his own pleasure peaked and spilled inside of me. Our voices mixed in the most primal song as our bodies spasmed and shuddered as one.

"I want you to sing another song for me," he whispered after we came down from our orgasmic haze. We lay in a knot of limbs and sheets.

"Which one?"

"You know the one."

I untangled myself and sat up, my back against the headboard. He nestled his head against my side, down against my ribs, where I could stroke his smooth head with my fingertips.

Love will let you let go,

Honey, let go with me.

This is our fairytale, and baby, we always will be.

He made a sound of contentment and rubbed up and down my leg. These were coming to be some of my favorite moments - just laying together, touching each other, learning and exploring and simply being.

Wild dreams and hot possibilities,

This is our love story, and baby, we always will be.

"You changed them," he accused.

Gathered all my hopes and laid them at your feet,

This is our love story, and baby, we always will be.

"I love you, too, honey."

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