Red Rocks Amphitheater was breathtaking. I walked out onto the stage before sound check with Liam, only the crew and staff buzzing around. The seats were all empty and the big red rocks that flanked the theatre jutted up into a perfect, gorgeous blue sky. It was blistering hot, but there was something sacred about this place that made it completely magical.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like before it had been turned into the amphitheater. It almost made me sad to see it turned into such a public place. Suddenly, I wished more than anything that I was alone with Liam.

I turned to him and saw him staring up at the rocks.

“Hey,” I whispered. He looked over at me, his eyes sharing the silent secret of our time together in the plane. Something inside me stirred when he looked at me like that.

“Yes, luv?” he walked over, sliding his arms around me and pulling me close.

“I have a request,” I asked.

“A song request?”

“No,” I laughed. “Something else. This place is so beautiful. I can’t help but wonder what it was like before everyone else arrived. Do you think after the show we can find somewhere to wander off to alone? Spend some time under the stars somewhere quiet?”

“Quiet? Here? I suppose we can try, luv. Whatever you want. I’ll have Big D go and scout out a good direction for us to get lost in.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Thank you,” he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips, “for tasting so fuckin’ amazing!”

I laughed, leaning into him. His body was so warm, so solid, so fucking sexy and muscular.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get another taste later,” I winked.

“Maybe?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied teasingly.

He reached up with a smile, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling gently as he whispered into my ear once more.

“I’ll have you beggin’ for my mouth again before the night is through, there’s no maybe about it, luv.” I shivered, desire shooting through my body at his words. He’d found my weak spot, that was for sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d been aware of it myself, until he started telling me what to do and pulling my hair. There was something about him taking charge that way that made me absolutely melt in submission.

At this point, if he kept this up, he was going to have me wrapped around not only his incredible cock, but his little finger too.

Fuck, I thought, as he released my hair from his grip, I’m in so much trouble.

Later, watching him perform in front of thousands of adoring fans once more, the hot summer night played out like a movie. I’d never get used to watching this, I thought, as he played the crowd, taunting them, teasing them, practically fucking them with his performance. Look at them, I thought, the women lining the stage looking like they were orgasming as they drank in every inch of Liam above them. They worshipped him, there was no other word for it.

And who could blame them?

He was a fucking God up there.

A passionate, artistic, sensual, panty-dropping God.

A God that I couldn’t wait to fuck again.

I had some worshipping of my own to do, and I’d have dropped to my knees and done it right there in front of everyone, if I wasn’t certain I’d be torn limb from limb by thousands of jealous fans.

Waiting was never my strong suit, and as amazing as the show was, I just wanted it to be over with. But Liam and the boys were obviously in their element tonight, and they played forever, doing three encores before the magic was all over, leaving the crowd going wild in the blistering heat of the hot summer night.

When it was all over, Liam walked right over to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me full on the lips in front of everyone. When he’d done this last night, I’d been too shocked to respond. But now, I didn’t care who was watching, or what they thought, or even about the story. I threw my arms around him, kissing him back passionately, sweat and all.

When he pulled away, my face was covered in his sweat, but I didn’t care.

“Let me take a quick shower, and then we’ll go for that walk,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me away. I felt dozens of pairs of eyes following us, but I ignored them completely, following along behind him with my head held up high and proud.