I drop my mouth to the shell of her ear, inhaling her scent. “I know that makes me selfish. I fucking know it. I’m selfish for wanting to feel, for wanting to keep you here, for wanting a taste of something good and sweet and pure.”
Brilliant green eyes stare up at me, her head tipped all the way back, cheeks damp with tears. I drag my hand up her body and grip her by the chin until her lips are fully parted.
She whimpers, eyelids fluttering. I press into her, my erection straining against my pants, digging into her from behind.
Another sound falls out of her, broken, needy.
I graze my thumb across her bottom lip. “I can’t help it,” I say, locking our eyes together. “You’ve been the only thing that has ever made me feel alive.”
Everything else I want to say dies out on my next breath as I lean over and crash her open mouth to mine. Her arm raises, linking behind my head, fingers squeezing my hair.
Our tongues slam together.
Messy, filthy, fucking euphoric.
I groan, filling her mouth with all the things I can’t say.
She spins around in my arms, her other hand flying to my hair, pulling, tugging, scraping my scalp. We’re moving backward. Black-and-white keys chime a tuneless song as she collapses against the piano, taking me with her. Our mouths remain hitched, faces angling, tasting deeper, as she drops a hand, tugging my shirt from my waistband, then skimming her palm up my abdomen. My muscles twitch in response, my dick rock-hard as I grind my hips against her.
She mewls, cups me through my pants. I break away from the kiss with a tapered moan, nearly buckling.
But she pulls me back again. Our tongues slide together with no rhythm. A hurried, wet dance. I grab her face between my hands, one sliding into her hair, tugging her head back as I lean over her, needing more, needing everything she’s willing to give me.
She fumbles for my belt buckle.
Fuck.
This is happening.
And I’m not stopping it.
Hands shaking, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra, tearing our lips apart to watch the fabric slide down her arms until her breasts are bare, an inch away from my face.
Stevie arches up, bowing her back. She grips the nape of my neck and pulls me down, linking a leg around my hip for balance as I latch my mouth around her nipple and palm the other, a second away from coming undone. She cries out, wrapping both legs around me, sealing me in a vise of pale, soft skin.
Everything around me blurs. Skews. My tongue laves her nipple, teeth nicking, hands squeezing plush curves. Her back arches up farther as trembling fingers unlink my buckle before she rips it open, then pulls my zipper down.
I wedge a hand between us, sliding it into her underwear, my mouth still locked around her breast. When my fingers sink into soaking wet flesh, I drag my mouth up her body and bury my face in the crook of her neck with a low, unraveling groan. My eyes slam shut, teeth digging into my lower lip. Stevie squirms beneath me, panting, as she unfastens the buttons of my dress shirt.
My finger slips inside her. Hot velvet swallows me whole as I bite the side of her throat, sucking a patch of warm skin into my mouth.
I pump my finger, adding a second.
She stops what she’s doing and latches on to my shoulders, then links her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. “Lex…” she breathes out, shaking in my arms.
My name on her lips is a shot of white-hot fire to my blood. She moves her head, finding my mouth again, and our tongues draw back together, dueling, feeling, searching.
I lift up enough to shrug off my shirt, yanking the sleeves down my arms until I’m bare-chested before her. Her palms splay against my pectorals, fingernails clawing down the ridges of my abdomen, skin to skin, hard and soft. She lowers her hands, dipping them farther, until she’s wriggling my pants and boxers down my hips.
I freeze on a sharp moan when she grips me.
Pulling away from her mouth, I look down between us, watching as she circles a small hand around my dick and strokes me up and down. My pants are pooled at my ankles, my erection straining between us, leaking from the crown.
Our eyes meet.
My breathing is shallow, erratic, my cock pulsing with need, and I’m one stroke away from coming before I’ve even managed to slide between her thighs.
Her knees part wider, an invitation.
