My hands were in his hair already and the second I felt the slide of his tongue against mine, I was a woman possessed. Wild with need, I yanked him down to press the length of my body against his, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine. His fingers were already delving under the skirt I'd chosen for this occasion and when his thick fingers brushed across the soaked fabric of my panties, I gasped out a sudden "Ah!" against his lips.

"Such a greedy lass," he rasped against my throat, lifting me up and spinning me around so that I landed on my back on the tattered green room sofa. I arched up to him, and his quiet, desperate moan of appreciation rattled through me like the bassline of his music. "Is this why you came here tonight?"

"I came," I hiccuped. "For you."

His slow grin was like the sun peeking out from behind a storm cloud. "I'm glad, lass," he murmured, bending to lick and suck at my neck. "I'm glad you knew I'd be here."

Somehow I knew he meant more than here at this show tonight. I knew that he was talking about being here.

For me.

All I had to do was come to him when I was ready.

I was fucking ready.

He leaned down, crushing himself against me, and I yelped to feel the hard press of his cock between my legs. He groaned again, breathing heavily. "I can't take the time I want," he rasped into my neck. "Not the way I like it to be for you, lass."

"We'll have time," I told him, squirming down to yank at the waistband of his jeans. His skin was still coated in a fine sheen of salt from the hot stage lights and I flicked my tongue out taste it on his collarbone. "The next time."

He pulled back. "Aye," he breathed. "Next time we go fucking slow." He ground himself against me making me gasp. "But now?"

"Now you fuck me," I begged.

He knelt up, reaching into his back pocket and I almost wept with relief when he pulled a condom from his wallet. I reached out, grabbing for it, ready to put it on myself, but he was one step ahead of me, already shoving his pants down his hips. I wiggled, lifting my hips to him, and his fingers fumbled under my skirt, not even bothering to take my panties off, only shoving them aside. "So wet," he murmured, and then slipped himself inside of me.

The whole sudden length of him filling me up made me gasp. "Come here," he growled, pulling me up to straddle him. "I want to hold you," he said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Kiss me."

My lips found his, already parted and ready for me and our tongues melded together as I started to move. "Aye," he said, supporting my hips as I bounced on top of him, riding and rolling and grinding. "Aye lass, take it, let me feel it. Fucking hell CeCe, come for me lass because I'm not going to last if you keep doing that. Sing for me, let me hear it now. I feel you so close, now come for me, love. I want to feel you come while I'm inside of you. Ah, shit, I'm so deep, you feel that?"

I felt it. I felt every inch of him, so hard and insistent, inside of me. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, driving me down, impaling me on that thickness and with each punishing thrust my yelps grew louder until suddenly my whole body was clutching him, squeezing him, yes yes yes. He groaned and then shouted my name as he came with a roar, and then he was kissing me, hard and wet and messy and it was too fast but it was also perfect because he'd given me what I needed tonight and that was everything he had.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made us both stiffen. "Shit," he laughed, pulling himself free. I fell back on the couch with a noise somewhere between a sigh and a giggle and he heard it and laughed too. "Oi! Wait a bloody minute you bunch of perverts!" he shouted at the door to a round of raucous laughter from the other side. Then he looked down at me, suddenly serious. "Next time we take it slow, yeah?"

I blinked up at him. "Yeah," I nodded, leaning up to kiss him. "Next time."

He nodded, licking his lips. "And the time after that?"

I felt the corner of my mouth tug upward. "Aye," I said, mimicking him. "And the time after that and after that too."

"Good," he said, then leaned in to brush a kiss across my face just as the sound of the door slamming open deafened us both. But in that moment I swear I felt his lips form the shape of "I love you," against my forehead.