Her cheeks flush brightly with embarrassment as her eyes drop to the floor. “Yeah—uh—it’s not my business.”
I should apologize. I know it was a dick thing to say, but it’s also true. It’s been a few weeks,and I am over everyone watching my every move.
“So you have no trouble taking off your clothes in front of a room full of people, but you can’t sing.” Another dickish thing to say.
The flushed cheeks spread to her hairline,and she begins to fidget. “It’s not—I mean—I don’t know. I’ve never been able to sing in front of anyone. I can’t even sing if I know someone is in the same room.”
“But you’re good.” She’s more than good. A little coaching,and the girl has superstar potential. That smokey, velvety rasp she has is sexy and sultry, but I could tell if she reached deep down, she has power there too.
She shrugs her shoulders and turns around. I suppose I’ve embarrassed her enough,so I drop the subject while making a mental note to get her out of her shell. I’ve heard it. I can’t unhear it. The fucking world needs to hear it
Yeah. She was that good. And I only heard a few notes before she saw me.
“So, about the other night.” I stuff out the blunt and lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees.
“Oh, God!” She spins around with a squeak. “I’m so sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have done that. But I’ve never been kissed like that. Then you started—well, you know what you did. And it felt good,and then I—I—I’d never done that before, except, on my own. And I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped you. I just—I just—”
My head spins a bit more than normal,and it has nothing to do with the weed. This girl just spit out a whole lot of—well, honestly, it was a lot of word vomit. I don’t think she took a breath.
And my emotions filter just as fast from pissed that she’s apologizing for any of it to shock that—I think she just confessed that was the first time she had an orgasm that wasn’t self-delivered back to pissed because what the fuck.
Her chest heaves rapidly like she’s run a marathon. Whiskey eyes are wide with surprise. Like she can’t believe she just said all of that. I notice when they dart to the door leading back inside, and I know she’s a split second from bolting.
“Whoa.” I’m at her side with my hand on her chin in less than a second. “First off, don’t apologize. I kissed you, remember?”
“But...”
“No. No, buts. Did you want me to stop that night?”
“No, but...”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes, but...”
“Then don’t apologize. Don’t carry guilt that doesn’t belong to you. If anyone should apologize, it should be me. I initiated every second of that. But I ain’t apologizing,cher. Ya feel me?”
She gives me a tiny nod as that bottom lip pulls between her teeth again.
“What I was going to say is don’t say anything about it to Bastian or Verity. I don’t think they’d be very happy to know I had a hand in corrupting you. I have a track record for breaking everything I touch except a guitar.”
“I doubt that’s true,” she whispers.
“Trust me,cher, it’s more than true. I’m the worst thing to happen to anyone. But I don’t want to talk about that. I want to know about this orgasm thing. Have you really never had one?”
She turns that adorable shade of red again. “I—uh—I mean, I’ve given myself a few.”
“That’s a damn fucking shame.” She sucks in a breath when she realizes I’ve backed her up to the railing again. “Because watching you fall apart was sexy as hell.” I block her in with a hand on either side of her. Her breathing picks up, and I watch as her throat bobs as she swallows. Those whiskey eyes turn to nearly black. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how that tight little pussy would feel coming around my cock.”
“Oh,” she gasps, shocked by my declaration.
I run my nose from her jaw to where her pulse throbs hard in her neck,where I bite lightly. “It’s an epically bad idea. I can’t do more than sex, and you’re obviously not that kind of girl…”
“I’m—uh—oh God,” she moans as a hand trails up the inside of her bare thigh through her skirt. “I’m still technically married.”
“Mmm. Good thing I’m not asking for marriage. I am asking for sex.I want to fuck you, Quinn. I want to fuck you until we pass out and then fuck you again.”
“Oh God,” she gasps again.
