“Play for me,” I whisper, like I do every night when we have nights like this together. It’s become our special thing and something I look forward to all week long. Watching him play is something I’ll happily spend the rest of my life doing.
“I’ll always play for you,” he smiles against my lips.
He pulls back and instead of going to the stage where his drum set sits, he disappears into the small room next to it and comes back out with a guitar.
“I thought I would switch it up tonight. I’ve been working on something, and I want to play it for you.” He pulls out the seat next to me, so he’s facing me before sitting down. The guitar rests on his thigh as he perches his black boot on the bottom rung of the stool.
“I had forgotten you told me you played guitar,” I smile. I’ve only seen him play the drums, so I’m excited to see this other side of him.
“It’s easier to take a guitar with you than it is a drum set, so when I get a harmony in my head or inspiration strikes, I’ve been reaching for this in my office.” He lifts his glass of bourbonand takes a small drink before setting it back down on the bar. “Let’s just say, because of you, I’ve been very inspired lately.” His eyes rake down my body before landing on mine.
“I inspired you to write a new song?” I can’t help the silly grin that appears on my face, causing him to chuckle softly.
His warm grey eyes shine with love, and I feel it so deeply that it takes my breath away.
“You are my song,” he says softly. “The most beautiful notes I’ve ever heard.”
Tears well up in my eyes as his fingers start strumming the guitar like it were an extension of himself. Music fills the air, and I feel each note deep in my soul as I soak them up inside to hold on to forever. Love pours out and surrounds me as I watch this beautiful man give me a gift that I will keep with me, always.
I don’t need words to know it's our song. I feel our love in every note that his heart and hands create. When his fingers softly strum the last chord…silence fills the room, but our love is still heard loudly.
He sets the guitar down against the bar, and I’m in his lap on my next breath, crushing his body to mine as I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck. “I love you so much, Miles.”
“I love you, too,” he says, burying his face in my hair. “I’ll always love you. There’s no one else for me, Olivia. No one,” he breathes against me. His head dips lower, and when I feel his tongue swipe my tattoo, I suddenly want to feel more of him.
“Show me,” I rasp, clawing at his back and lifting his shirt over his head. Dark ink and muscles come into view as I drink in the sight of him. Honeysuckles cover his heart as I lean down to kiss the music notes woven in. My tongue tastes his hot flesh, and a deep growl vibrates against me as he picks me up andcarries me to the bar. My legs automatically wrap around him as I press myself to the hardness I feel straining against his jeans.
“I’ll show you as many times as you want me to,” he says, digging his fingers into my ass and torturing me with each movement brushing against my center. My black skirt is hiked up, and my thin panties are no match for his rough denim as I feel myself start to throb in all the right places.
He sets me on the bar so I’m facing the glass behind him. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are wild and burning with a deep desire that only he can tame. He fists my shirt before pulling it over my head. His skilled hands expertly flick my bra clasp, instantly freeing my breasts in seconds.
“God, I love these tits,” he voices huskily, before leaning down to devour them. My fingers dive into his hair on a moan as he tortures me with each swipe of his tongue and teeth. My nipples are pulled tight and so sensitive that each pull of his mouth brings pleasure shooting through me.
“Lie back for me.” His breaths are jagged as he places a hand over my throat and pushes me back so I’m spread out for him across the bar. It’s wide enough that my head is still supported on the smooth, cool wood.
His hands run up my thighs and curl around my lace thong before he slowly lowers it down my legs and over my black boots. Lifting up on my elbows, I watch his reflection in the glass as he kneels to take off my shoes and socks. His fingers press into my soles, and a deep moan escapes my lips.
“Feel good?” he asks, kneading deeper and hitting the pressure points that have my head thrown back in pure bliss.
“Yesss,” I manage to moan as I lie back down and succumb to how good it feels.
He works my calves next before finally standing and placing my feet on the edge of the bar. His hands spread me wide, and his eyes go dark with hunger as I bare all of myself to him. In thepast, this would have made me feel exposed and vulnerable, but with him, all I feel is wanted and worshiped.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps out, swiping his finger through my center and catching my arousal on his skin. He places his finger to his lips, and I watch hypnotized as his tongue comes out to lick it clean. “Sweet like honey,” he moans, sucking off the very last drop. My insides clutch with desire as I watch him savor my taste like he needs it to survive.
His eyes hold a gleam that tells me I’m in trouble as he dips his fingers in the glass of water I had been drinking earlier and pulls out a couple of ice cubes. My breath picks up as I try to remember to breathe.
The coldness hits my belly button, and I gasp at the sharp contrast between my heated flesh and the frozen temperatures that I come in contact with. He swirls it around my belly piercing, letting it melt against my skin.
His lips touch my diamond as his tongue twirls it, lapping up the water my flushed body has already melted. I’ve gone back to wearing my belly button piercing ever since I found out how much he loves it. He’s always tugging and playing with the metal any chance he can get.
His hand roams down my leg, dragging the ice with it until I feel it touch my center. He twirls it over my swollen bud, and I gasp at the cold shock. It sends goosebumps down my arms as he continues to rub it through my folds.
Watching me closely, he studies my reactions, and I know he’s memorizing every little detail that causes my body to bow to his will, so he can tuck that information away to use again and again.
He stops at my entrance, and my breathing increases when I realize what he’s about to do. The ice disappears inside as my body swallows it whole. To have something so extreme intemperature be inside you elicits all kinds of different sensations as your body tries to process what is happening.
