Starstruck (Heartstrings Duet #1)

38. electrified

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ELECTRIFIED

LENNON

“DRESS” BY TAYLOR SWIFT

I gnoring the stares from everyone backstage, I swing open the dressing room door and drag Baxter inside. It takes less than two seconds for him to spin me around and slam it shut, pushing me up against it.

“You sure do have a knack for trapping me against walls, don’t you?” I tease, my voice breathy.

“Mhm,” he hums as he leans down, placing a soft kiss right on my collarbone before meeting my eyes. “Hi, Lenny girl.”

“Hi, Bax,” I say with a smile. “Great show tonight.”

He groans. “You talking about the music, or the jealousy act?”

I chuckle as I lift my shoulders. “Both.”

Truth be told, seeing Baxter get jealous over Nathan had the blood rushing straight to my core. It may be against our rules, but at this point, we’ve broken so many I can’t find it in me to care.

He shakes his head, smiling before leaning down to kiss the spot again, this time licking a trail up my neck. My eyes flutter shut, and I lean my head back against the door as a whimper falls from my lips.

“You are undeniably perfect, Lennon,” he rasps, tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear and then resting his palm against my cheek.

I take advantage of the intimate gesture and lean into it slightly.

“You’re going to break my heart, aren’t you?”

My voice gets caught in my throat at those words. Maybe I’m not insane for feeling the way I do. How could I be when he says things like that?

But I still can’t find it in me to believe it’s true. Because Baxter James isn’t meant to settle down, and I don’t know why he would change his ways for someone like me. No matter how badly I may want him to.

“Only if you don’t break mine first,” I respond without much conviction—because I’m pretty sure it’s already too late.

“As long as you’re with me, nothing will ever hurt you again,” he whispers, pulling me flush against him. “I’ve missed you so much,” he adds before I have a chance to acknowledge his comment, his lips grazing mine. Then he places a hand at the base of my skull and presses them firmly against mine.

He kisses me like it’s our last day on Earth. It feels like it could move mountains, restart someone’s heart, and stop climate change all at once. As if he’s running out of air to breathe and I’m his only lifeline.

It’s a kiss that, if I died right now, I’d be completely okay—happy, even—with this being the last kiss I ever have.

He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip, and I grant him entry. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me, carrying me across the room and setting me on the vanity. I open my legs, and he steps between them, holding me as close as possible. I feel him get harder as his tongue dances with mine.

He pulls away, moving to kiss his way up my neck again, and I pull at his hair as his fingers tangle in my dress.

As he reaches my ear, he whispers, “Did you buy this for me?” He traces one finger down the thin strap of my brand-new, dark-red, satin dress. It’s skin-tight, has a sweetheart neckline, and ends about mid-thigh. The back has a piece of satin that criss-crosses before tying in a bow at the small of my back. It’s gorgeous and was expensive as hell.

And I definitely bought it for him.

My hair falls in waves down my back. My makeup is dramatic, and I’ve paired the dress with strappy black stilettos and gold jewellery, including my mom’s locket. The dress is something the old me would’ve loved but never would’ve bought, so when I saw it, I knew I had to get it.

His reaction is worth every penny.

A blush creeps up to my cheeks, and I bite my lip, looking up at him. “I guess you could say that.” I pause, tangling my fingers in his shirt as I lean forward so my lips meet his ear. “So, what are you waiting for?” I ask, my voice sultry.

His grip tightens on my waist as I feel his cock harden even more against my centre.

I pull back to meet his eyes, a devilish smirk forming across my face. “Take it off me.”

He groans, swiping his tongue over his lips before pressing them against mine again. His fingers make quick work of undoing the bow at the back of the dress, and the straps slide down my shoulders easily.

This isn’t the kind of dress you wear a bra with, so my breasts are fully exposed as the dress pools at my waist. His eyes darken as he leans down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while he catches the other between his fingers, pinching it into a tight, sensitive peak. He moves his mouth to the other side, and I cry out as his teeth graze the sensitive skin. Aside from the kiss we shared, nothing else happened when he visited last weekend. It’s been a long five weeks of not having his mouth on me.

Baxter smirks up at me, a fire burning in his gaze. “You are the most enchanting woman I have ever met, Lennon Thorne,” he whispers against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

My voice catches in my throat at his words, but I reach my hand between us and palm him through his black jeans. “I think I have some idea.” I smirk, my fingers fumbling with his belt buckle as he continues to palm my breasts. I get it undone and tug his pants down as he strips off his shirt. I slide off the vanity, letting my dress fall the rest of the way. He bends down, helping me step out of it, and it quickly joins his clothes in the pile on the floor.

On his knees, he glances at my centre, and an animalistic moan comes out of him as he realizes I’m not wearing any panties, either. All I’m left in is my heels—which, by the look in his eye, will be staying on.

He lets out a growl, a smirk playing on his face. The tension in my stomach curls tight as he watches me. His stare alone could make me come. I mean, he hasn’t even touched me yet and I already feel close.

Wrapping his firm hands around my legs, he kisses his way up my inner thigh. I let out a gasp as he reaches the crease where my leg connects to my core, and he grins. I lean back against the vanity as he repeats the act on the other side before bringing a hand to my centre, spreading it. His tongue swipes across his lips before he places a soft kiss against my clit. My legs nearly buckle at the sensation, but he holds me steady.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Lenny girl. I’ll take good care of you.” He turns toward my dress lying on the floor, unlacing the satin ribbon from the back. “But first…” A delicious smirk crosses his face as he holds it up to me, his brows raised in question.

I roll my lips between my teeth, nodding as understanding hits me. He stands, pushing my arms behind my back to tie my wrists together. I wince slightly as he pulls on the knot.

“Too tight?” he asks, concern laced in his tone.

I shake my head, meeting his eyes.

“Good girl.” He grins before lifting me back onto the vanity, my hands trapped behind my back .

He opens one of the vanity drawers and pulls out a bullet vibrator. My jaw falls open as he rolls it between his hands, teasing me with it.

“How long have you had that?”

“I bought it especially for tonight.”

I swallow, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. If it wasn’t already obvious, this man knows how to please a woman.

“Not that I need it to get you off…but I thought it might be fun, no?” The look on his face is wicked. “I can put it away, if you don’t want?—”

“No,” I blurt, shaking my head. “I want to.”

“Good.” He smirks, lowering himself to the floor again.

Looking down at him, I tease, “You look good on your knees, Lover Boy.”

He stares at me with a hunger in his eyes as he says, “Then you better spread your legs for me, Trouble.”