Page 150 of Movers and Shakers

I pulled her into my arms and helped her dry her skin, but my eyes were stuck on her freckles.

“What?” she asked. “Did I miss something?”

“No.” My fingers brushed across one of them, and then another. “You’re just beautiful.”

Her cheeks reddened under my touch. “I’m supposed to be tired,” she grumbled. “But now you’re waking me up.”

“Should I apologize?”

“No. Just kiss me.”

I captured her lips with mine. The world melted away, leaving only her. There weren’t two sides—Rose or Lila—when she was like this. There was just my sunshine, the woman who made breathy noises when I moved my lips to her neck.

“You’re going to spoil me,” she said.

“As much as I can,” I replied before kissing her again. I wanted to promise every single one of my days, but I couldn’t.

Eventually, I’d go back to the bar and she’d set out on an unforgettable tour with her new rhythm guitarist. We had a lot of time before we would be alone together again, but it didn’t matter. I had her now.

I deepened the kiss, knowing it was just the two of us and we were free of any of the burdens that weighed us down. At this moment, I wasn’t going back to the bar anytime soon and she didn’t live a double life, one of which I couldn’t be with.

Pulling her closer, I felt the cotton leggings and tank top she’d been practicing in. My hand moved to where I cupped her ass, bringing her impossibly closer. My tongue met hers and she sucked in a breath.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” I asked.

“That’s too far away,” she said.

And it was. This mansion was too huge, and too empty.

“We can stay right here then,” I said. “Even if it’s uncomfortable.”

She nodded and brought her lips back to mine. I lifted her onto the marble countertop and her hips jerked down on my hardness.

“I think I like that,” she said breathlessly. “Being moved around like I’m nothing.”

“Really?” I asked. “So, if I just threw you over my shoulder one day . . .‍”

“We’lldefinitelyhave to try it out.”

I noted that for later and took off her shirt, moving my lips down. I thought about taking her pert nipples into my mouth, but I was craving something else on my tongue.

As I grazed her stomach, she tensed.

“I might be sweaty from practice,” she said.

“I don’t care.”

“But it might smell.”

“I still don’t care. You might be insecure about it, but I promise you I won’t notice. I’ll only care about making you feel good.”

She blinked as if she’d never heard those words before. “Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

I was. I went downward, pulling off her leggings and underwear. I knelt on the ground as I brought her pussy to my face.

I hadn’t lied. I didn’t fucking care about the smell. I cared about the way she tasted, the way she gasped when I touched her for the first time, how wet she was for me.

Sucking on her clit, I listened for the sounds of her pleasure. I was rewarded with gasps and moans, her head thrown back.

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