Page 69 of Addicted to You

A few minutes later, Rina announced it was time to head inside to prepare for the show.

Cash got up and began walking toward the bus.

“Where are you going?” I asked as he passed me.

“I’ve got to grab my pass. I left it in my backpack.”

Everyone else started moving toward the theater, but I turned around.

“You coming, Silas?” Malachi called out.

I looked over my shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

He cocked a brow but didn’t say anything else. He already suspected I was interested in Cash, so I needed to remember to be a little more careful, but that didn’t stop me from climbing the stairs of the bus behind Cash.

Cash stood next to his bunk, his back to me. Knowing we were alone, I wrapped my arms around him.

“What are you doing?” he asked but made no effort to pull away.

“I was thinking about your text.” I pressed my lips to his neck.

“What about it?”

“You were right.” I slid my hands down and toyedwith the waistband of his jeans. “I am a liar because all I can think about is sex, but with you.”

His breath hitched. “Go get ready for your show.”

At first, I thought he was rejecting the idea altogether, but when he spun around, the heat in his bright blue eyes was undeniable.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Performing waswhat I lived for, but all I could think about after every song was how I was one step closer to getting back to my room.

Since we’d done the meet and greet before the show, we had no reason to stick around the venue after we stepped off the stage. Our group piled onto the bus, and the ten-minute drive to the hotel felt as though it took forever.

Cash sat across from me at the small dining table, his smirk growing as my fingers drummed against the tabletop. Judging by the look on his face, he was thinking what I was thinking, and there was little doubt he enjoyed watching how impatient I was.

Once the bus stopped, we walked straight toward the elevators, but Cash stopped before we stepped inside.

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” he said.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded. “Yep. I just need to grab something real quick.”

I nodded and continued up to our room. The second I was inside, I peeled off my T-shirt and jeans and headed for the shower.

When I came out with my towel around my waist, I found Cash lying on his bed, watching me with a mischievous grin.

“Did you get whatever you needed?” I asked, curious about what was so important that it kept him from following me to our room.

He stood and strode across the room. “I did.”

When he reached me, he wrapped a hand around my neck and captured my lips. Damn, I could get on board with an aggressive Cash.

My tongue explored his mouth as his hand drifted down and cupped my dick over my towel.

“I couldn’t stop imagining this moment the entire time I watched you on stage tonight,” he admitted when we eventually broke the kiss.