Love Somebody

Chapter 6: Forget and just feel

Tara had sat down next to Christie and James when the waiter came over. She smiled at the guys and looked at the waiter.

“How about we start of with something easy? Could you bring us a round of Tequila, please? Oh and bring me a bottle of Bailey's.” she said and the waiter left.

The band, Jordan and Christie snorted. Adam silently chuckled at hearing Tara order Tequila as a start off.

“Tequila? Easy? Girl you gotta be kiddin' me.” Mickey chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

“Well for me it is. Are you afraid of getting drunk too soon?” Tara grinned at him and leaned back on the couch in their private area.

Adam swallowed again, seeing the skin shining through the mesh insert of her top, the curve of her breasts. He cleared his throat and stood up. “I'll be back, just need to use the toilet.”

Everyone nodded their heads and Tara couldn't help to look after him, admiring his ass. She grinned after all she was a woman, same rights for everyone. And maybe it was the alcohol she had drank before Christie had gotten to her apartment.

He finished and moved through the crowed to get back to their upper level. A few girls threw themselves at him, wanting to have a piece of his body and maybe his fame. Adam had learned his lesson before, that some just used him to get famous themselves.

Arriving at their seating area he saw, that the seat he had occupied before was now taken by James and Christie, who were in the middle of making out. With a grimaced smile Adam turned to Tara, who was nursing her fourth glass of the Irish Cream. and rubbed a hand over his nearly shaved head. “Are you going to kill me if I sit down next to you?” he asked and sighed in relief when she shook her head.

“Sit down, Levine.” she said and patted the seat next to her. Leaning forward she took the two shot glasses, the salt and the lime. “I thought I'd wait for you, no fun in drinking it alone.”

Adam shot her a questioning look. “Are you drunk?”

Tara's eyes glossed over and she smiled at him. Moving her thumb and pointer finger a few centimeters apart she nodded her head. “Maybe just a little. But now don't be a popper-party and drink with me.”

Adam shook his head and both started the ritual. Pour salt, drink shot and eat the lime. He watched as Tara leaned back again, seeing the curve of her neck. He wondered how much she already drank before getting here. Tara hadn't seemed so drunk when she arrived with her friend.

“You know, the only reason why I hate you is because my ex was like you and thought I wouldn't mind him cheating.” she slightly slurred and Adam looked stunned at her confession.

“Oh well, I, thanks, I think.” he said and took a sip from his still half full beer. It was the first time in months that he didn't drink that much at a party.

“Hi.” A young brunette girl came up to Adam and leaned down, so her voluptuous cleavage showed. “Would you like to dance, Mr. Levine?”

Sighing, Adam looked at her. It was always the same. He liked it, he would lie if he didn't, but tonight was a really bad time. “Uh, listen”

“Listen here, hun, he's with me so go and fuck someone else.” Tara said, glaring at the girl.

The brunette gaped at her but then stormed off. But the smaller brunette beside him let out a sigh.

“What?”

“Well you could at least say 'thank you':” she said, downing the last of her bottle of Irish Cream.

“And why should I do that?” Adam was slightly confused by her words.

“Well, I mean clearly you didn't want her to stay. Or did you?” Tara asked gasping as she saw his confused look. “Oh well, sorry maybe she will be back.”

Shrugging her shoulders Tara waved for the waiter again, which caused the rest of the party to groan in despair. “What?”

She wanted an answer, but everyone just waved her off. The waiter came and she told him to get a bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke. Adam couldn't believe what he saw, he never would have guessed that she was such a heavy drinker.

“Tara, why don't we go for a dance?” he asked. Although he knew they were never on the same page, he knew that Tara should stop with all the alcohol before she would regret it.

“Oh, uhm, sure. Let's go and show me your moves like Jagger, Levine.” she snorted and got up, stumbling slightly on her way out of her seat.

Instinctively Adam reached out and put his arms around her waist to steady her. The made eye contact and it was like they were struck by lightning. Both hastily shook their heads and cleared their throats.

“Let's go for that dance.” he said and took her hand, while standing up, leading her down to the dance floor.

Unbeknownst to both of them, the rest of their party was grinning like mad.

“Finally, I thought they would never get together.” Matt said and clinked his glass with Jordan.

“Yeah, I thought the two of them would first kill each other.” Jesse told his friends and was rewarded with an agreeing nod.

“Let's wait how they will act tomorrow, once Tara is sober again.” Christie said but then laughed at seeing Tara hanging onto Adam.

Adam supported Tara as she was stumbling through the crowds. “Why did you have to wear these monstrous heels if you knew you were drinking so much?” he asked shaking his head at the choice of her food wear.

“So that I am a lot taller than I am without. It's not funny to be so small.” she said pouting and poked him into his chest as they stopped in the middle of the crowd.

The music was blasting and 'Moves like Jagger' came on. Tara grinned and started to move her hips around. Adam watched her, a smile on her face and he couldn't help but do the same. And for the first time in weeks, when he was around Tara, he had a smile on his face.

Slowly he put his arms on her waist as Tara turned and moved against his body. He couldn't help but wonder if it was only the alcohol that was making her so bold or if she genuinely smiled.

Once the song had finished it moved to an upbeat Latin one called 'More than Friends'. Having a brief clear thought, Tara listened to the lyrics and thought if maybe those words could apply to both Adam and her.

And then, he took her hand and swung Tara around, moving with her to the Latin and Caribbean tunes. She had known that Adam could move, but she didn't know he was such a good dancer.

She looked deep into his eyes and then did something she would have never done in her right mind. Reaching her hands up, she gabbed hold of Adam's neck and pulled him closer, putting her lips on his own. He could feel his eyes widen at the contact, but he quickly regained his composure and moved his lips in sync to Tara's.

“Let's get out of here, please.” she said and if possible moved even closer, feeling the bulge in his jeans.

All he could do was give her a nod as answer. “Go over to the entrance. I'll get you there.” he said and ran up the stairs to get his jacket. He nearly ran over to their booths and leand on the seat, to grab their things.

“Yo, Adam, where's the fire?” Jesse asked as he looked at the slightly frazzled looking lead singer.

“Oh, uh, Tara is not feeling well, so I'm bringing her home.”

“Ah, okay. Shouldn't we leave then, too? Where is Tara?” Christie asked, concerned for her friend.

“Ah, no, don't worry. Just enjoy your time, she'll be safe with me.” Adam answered quickly and left before his friends could ask anymore questions.

He soon found Tara waiting for him at the entrance doors, dressed in her coat. Walking over, Adam took her hand and led her out of the building, making sure, that no one were following them. He hailed a cab and asked Tara for her address, which she had told the driver after a few long minutes of thinking.

Once the car had left the curb, Tara jumped at Adam and started to lay kisses on his neck. He would lie again, if he said he wasn't enjoying the attention she gave him, but he really needed to make sure.

“Tara, stop.” he told her sternly, pushing her from his body.

“But I don't want to stop. Just forget about the past and lets have some fun.” she said and leaned in again.

The driver watched the couple in his rear view mirror and then felt his eyes widen when he saw who was sitting in the back. “Hey, aren't you Adam Levine, that guy from Maroon 5?” he asked.

“Yeah. But I hope I can trust you, not to tell the press about this.”

“'Course. The lady you're with was my guest a few weeks prior. She asked if I knew your band and I made her listen to your music. My daughter is a big fan of yours.”

Adam looked down into Tara's eyes as the redness in her heated cheeks got darker. He grinned and thanked the driver, pulling the smaller brunette closer to him. He pressed his lips harder to hers.

Tara moaned softly, raking her hands through his extremely short hair. Adam moved his lips away from her mouth and started to kiss along the curve of her jaw and done to her neck, pulling the coat to the side. And then he stopped with a groan. The driver had cleared his throat and told them that they had arrived at Tara's apartment.

Both got out of the car and Adam paid the driver and signed a CD case for his daughter. Smiling he turned back to Tara, who was stumbling along the pathway as the cab left. Moving behind her he circled his arms around her body and walked with her to the building.

“Have I told you that you look so hot tonight?” he asked Tara and went back to kissing her neck.

“No, but you did right now.” She said grinning and took out her keys as they arrived at her apartment door. “Adam, stop. I need to open the door first.” She giggled and swatted softly at his face.

Once she had opened the door and let them both in, the musician grabbed her and closed the door with her back, pushing Tara against it. She moaned softly and circled his neck, kissing him hard.

He breathed heavily and grabbed her butt making the smaller woman put her legs around his waist. Feeling bolder now, she moved against the evidence of his desire, making him moan at the contact.

Adam was just about to say something but was stopped when a small whine sounded in the hallway. He looked down at Tara but she shook her head and pointed behind him. Turning his head, the singer could see Jonesy walking casually up to them.

“Go back to your room, baby. I'll get you in the morning.” Tara said and pointed to her right.

Adam snorted as he watched the small poodle look-alike tap back to the room.

“Now where were we?” the brunette in his arms asked and pushed her hands under his shirt. She soon grabbed a hold of his jacket and proceeded to strip him of his clothes. Adam did the same with hers, starting at her coat before her skirt and shoes followed.

“Maybe we should move it to the bedroom.” he said and hoisted her up on his hips, clasping her around her back to hold her while he walked through the apartment.

Silently Tara pointed him to her bedroom and then let out a soft squeak, when Adam threw her on the king size bed. She smiled at him and looked through her lashes. And right then he knew he was done for. Giving a growl like sound he pounced and landed on top of Tara, moving along all curves of her body.

She moaned and threw her head back at the contact of his lips on her naked flesh. Adam moved his hands from her calf up over her thigh to her back, bringing her closer to his body again. But he stopped short, looking in her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” she said softly and that was all he needed.

Descending again, he pressed his own lips to her swollen ones in a heated kiss and they both stripped each other of their clothes. Tara had had dreams about it, but never wanted to have them come true. And now? Now she didn't care what would happen tomorrow. She would just forget and feel.