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commit.”
“He hasn’t found the right woman.” Booker looks at me, and the way his eyes burn into mine makes me feel lightheaded. “And when he does, she’ll be his everything and he won’t let her go for anything.”
My cheeks burn and I smile, feeling like a teenager who’s sitting with her crush. But Booker means more to me than that. What he says about Tate is true, he’s a romantic and loves his women, but for some reason he hasn’t settled down. Ever! I’ve never seen him with a girlfriend, and he never speaks to me about anyone important in his life, other than the band and our friends.
“What happened last night?” Booker asks me.
“Nothing,” I reply quickly.
He then stares at me with his brows furrowed together and his fists clenched. “Crystal, your brother told me everything, and I know it either has something to do with me or your ex.”
His words bring my temperature down. “You’re wrong.”
“No, I’m not.” He places a hand over mine, and when I look back up to him, tears very nearly fall from the sympathy I see there. From his angry face a few seconds ago, his expression has totally changed. His blue eyes aren’t as harsh anymore and are instead softer, and his brows are smooth, he’s not angered at all. “Crystal, tell me, please . What’s the matter with you?”
“It’s not because of you,” I reveal, and his face softens.
Booker holds me tightly. “Tell me…”
I really want to, I really do, but I don’t want him to think I’m stupid and weak. Booker’s hands warm me and I can feel myself weakening. I step back, but Booker grabs me, capturing me against him once more. “Crystal, I really fucking care about you. I’m done sneaking around and I’m finished with secrets. It kills me not being with you as much as I want. I want you, and I’m fucking tired of keeping it quiet.”
“Booker…” I sigh.
“No.” He shakes his head and kisses me, his mouth making me moan as he growls in return.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
Suddenly, Booker withdraws from me. Clenching his jaw, his fists tell me exactly how he’s feeling, and I’m not surprised. After all, I do keep turning him down. “Am I not fucking good enough for you?” he yells.
“It’s not because of that and you know it,” I insist.
“Do I really?” He laughs sarcastically, and the smile he wears isn’t a nice one at all. It’s mockery.
“Tate...” I begin, but Booker growls.
“I’m done with fucking hiding. I want you, and I won’t lie to our friends anymore. You wanna be my women, Crystal?” he asks. “I can’t keep away from you any longer.”
“I do,” I reply, tears rolling down my cheeks. “But Tate.”
“He will understand,” Booker insists, standing closer to me once more. “Trust me.”
“Book…” I begin, “…you were right. It’s my ex upsetting me.”
“I’ll look after you.”
“I haven’t even told you anything yet.” I laugh as he wipes away my tears.
“You don’t have to.” He leans in and gives me a loving kiss. “I’ll protect and care for you as long as I’m breathing. Will you let me?”
I nod, crying, as he takes my mouth with more passion than he’s ever shown me. There’s no going back now. Booker leans into me again, kissing my tears away and then taking my mouth. It begins as sweet, but it soon turns sexual and heated.
“My bedroom,” I whisper, I don’t want Tate to come in and see us like this.
“Are you sure?” Booker asks.
Without another word, I take him by the hand and lead him upstairs. “I don’t think I’ve seen your room.”
I laugh. “No, I don’t think you have.”
Closing the door behind us, I push Booker down onto the bed and climb on top of him. Kissing those talented lips of his and taking a tight grip of his blond hair. Booker growls and lifts my top over my head, and as soon as he sees me in my bra, he cups his hands over my breasts, driving his head into my cleavage. His hands go around to my
“He hasn’t found the right woman.” Booker looks at me, and the way his eyes burn into mine makes me feel lightheaded. “And when he does, she’ll be his everything and he won’t let her go for anything.”
My cheeks burn and I smile, feeling like a teenager who’s sitting with her crush. But Booker means more to me than that. What he says about Tate is true, he’s a romantic and loves his women, but for some reason he hasn’t settled down. Ever! I’ve never seen him with a girlfriend, and he never speaks to me about anyone important in his life, other than the band and our friends.
“What happened last night?” Booker asks me.
“Nothing,” I reply quickly.
He then stares at me with his brows furrowed together and his fists clenched. “Crystal, your brother told me everything, and I know it either has something to do with me or your ex.”
His words bring my temperature down. “You’re wrong.”
“No, I’m not.” He places a hand over mine, and when I look back up to him, tears very nearly fall from the sympathy I see there. From his angry face a few seconds ago, his expression has totally changed. His blue eyes aren’t as harsh anymore and are instead softer, and his brows are smooth, he’s not angered at all. “Crystal, tell me, please . What’s the matter with you?”
“It’s not because of you,” I reveal, and his face softens.
Booker holds me tightly. “Tell me…”
I really want to, I really do, but I don’t want him to think I’m stupid and weak. Booker’s hands warm me and I can feel myself weakening. I step back, but Booker grabs me, capturing me against him once more. “Crystal, I really fucking care about you. I’m done sneaking around and I’m finished with secrets. It kills me not being with you as much as I want. I want you, and I’m fucking tired of keeping it quiet.”
“Booker…” I sigh.
“No.” He shakes his head and kisses me, his mouth making me moan as he growls in return.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
Suddenly, Booker withdraws from me. Clenching his jaw, his fists tell me exactly how he’s feeling, and I’m not surprised. After all, I do keep turning him down. “Am I not fucking good enough for you?” he yells.
“It’s not because of that and you know it,” I insist.
“Do I really?” He laughs sarcastically, and the smile he wears isn’t a nice one at all. It’s mockery.
“Tate...” I begin, but Booker growls.
“I’m done with fucking hiding. I want you, and I won’t lie to our friends anymore. You wanna be my women, Crystal?” he asks. “I can’t keep away from you any longer.”
“I do,” I reply, tears rolling down my cheeks. “But Tate.”
“He will understand,” Booker insists, standing closer to me once more. “Trust me.”
“Book…” I begin, “…you were right. It’s my ex upsetting me.”
“I’ll look after you.”
“I haven’t even told you anything yet.” I laugh as he wipes away my tears.
“You don’t have to.” He leans in and gives me a loving kiss. “I’ll protect and care for you as long as I’m breathing. Will you let me?”
I nod, crying, as he takes my mouth with more passion than he’s ever shown me. There’s no going back now. Booker leans into me again, kissing my tears away and then taking my mouth. It begins as sweet, but it soon turns sexual and heated.
“My bedroom,” I whisper, I don’t want Tate to come in and see us like this.
“Are you sure?” Booker asks.
Without another word, I take him by the hand and lead him upstairs. “I don’t think I’ve seen your room.”
I laugh. “No, I don’t think you have.”
Closing the door behind us, I push Booker down onto the bed and climb on top of him. Kissing those talented lips of his and taking a tight grip of his blond hair. Booker growls and lifts my top over my head, and as soon as he sees me in my bra, he cups his hands over my breasts, driving his head into my cleavage. His hands go around to my
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