Page 36 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

She finishes her tea, setting her mug on a side table.

“Okay,” she finally says, leaning one elbow against the back of the couch. “Convince me.”

I’ve got my shirt off before the second word is out of her mouth, and the look in her eyes is worth it. Larkinstaresat me, hunger in her eyes like I’ve never seen before. My cock hardens instantly, throbbing and straining against the zipper of my trousers.

I drop my hands to my belt, planting my feet against the floor and lifting my hips from the couch, and Larkin’s eyes follow my hands.

Fuck, it feels good to have her staring at my cock like this, even though I’m still half-clothed. I undo my buckle slowly, practically throbbing with desire.

Instead, her hand shoots out and covers mine, stopping me.

“You don’t have to,” she says quickly, her face crimson.

I drop my hips back to the couch, raise one eyebrow at her.

“I’m that good at modeling already, am I?”

“No! I mean, yes, sure, you just don’t have to take your pants off yet,” she says, obviously flustered, the words tripping over each other to leave her mouth.

“Yet? WhendoI remove them, then?”

“I just meant… you know,” she says.

She’s not looking me in the eyes. She’s staring at my body like she can’t tear her eyes away.

In one quick movement I’ve got her by the wrist, her pulse beating fast underneath my fingers. She gasps quietly, and I pull her hand to the backrest of the couch behind my head, bringing her with it until we’re face to face.

“Or am I not removing them because you want to take them off me yourself?” I murmur.

Larkin doesn’t answer, but her eyes flick to my mouth, her lips parting slightly, everything in her face begging me to kiss her.

So I do.

She’s soft and delicate and tastes faintly like bergamot and honey, her mouth warm and pliable. She’s fuckingdelicious, and she kisses me back with a fire and a fervor that surprises me.

I deepen the kiss. I grab her and drape her over my lap until she’s straddling me, lock her wrist in my hand again, hold it down by her side. Larkin gives a cursory struggle against me, then looks at me through her lashes, a look I can’t decipher.

I pull her in again, and now her heated center is grinding against my cock, the layers of fabric between us just adding friction to the fire. I tighten my grip on her, wind my other hand through her hair, pull her face down to mine.

Larkin just kisses me harder, her hips moving against mine,wantingme. Needing me, her hands on my chest, tracing the hard muscles of my torso. When we separate, she’s gasping for breath, her eyes losing focus, everything about her soft, gentle, pliant.

It only fans the flames. There’s a beast deep inside me, and itroars. It sees the way that her lips look right now, slightly puffy like she’s been kissed too hard. It feels the way that her wrist is locked in my hand, the way she’s under my control in the smallest of ways, and it scratches at its cage, wanting to be freed.

I release her.

“Take them off,” I tell her.

She doesn’t hesitate, her fingers instantly on the buckle of my belt, unthreading the thick leather, yanking it against my hips, pulling at the button of my trousers. My cock pulses, throbbing, her fingers so close it hurts.

The door to her studio opens, and she jumps, stopping mid-unbuckle.

Cash is standing there, one eyebrow raised.

God dammit.

“We’re starting rehearsal again,” he says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Sorry, man.”

I’ve never wanted to play guitar less than I do right now, but I smile apologetically at Larkin.

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