Page 42 of The Sound of Us

“Skye… is this…?”

“Yes.” Her hands tightened on my shirt, nails digging into my chest, a painful pleasure that went straight to my cock. “Unless you don’t want to.”

I ground myself against her heat. “Does this feel like I don’t want to?” I wanted her. Needed her. Here. Now. If I was honest with myself, I’d wanted her since the moment we met.

“It feels perfect.” She rocked her hips against the rigid fly of my jeans, and raw desire ripped through my body, fast and jagged as lightning.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” I gritted out. “I’m not a hugs and caresses kind of guy. I like to be in control. I’m not…”Good.

“I know what you are. I listen to your show every night. You are in every song you choose to play. You break rules. You don’t give a fuck about what others think. But you care about people—your listeners especially. And right now, you are what I want. I don’t do things like this. I’ve only ever had sex in a bed. But you make me want to do things… bad things… things I’ve only seen in movies or read in books.”

Fuck me.

I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her to my hips, groaning as her legs wrapped around my waist. “I knew you were trouble.”

“I’ve never been trouble. But I want to be trouble now.” She nipped my bottom lip and I felt that bite in every inch of my cock.

Christ. I couldn’t believe this was happening. She wanted me and not baller boy. Me and not someone else. My blood heated with possessiveness.Mine.I ground against her core, torturing myself by drawing a needy whimper from her lips. “Do you really want our first time to be in a storage closet?”

“Storage rooms seem to be our thing.” She tugged up my shirt, slid those soft hands across my chest.

If I’d thought my heart was racing from an hour of running around the building, it was nothing compared to the way it was pounding now.

“Can you be quiet for me?” I licked the side of her neck, tasted the salt, breathed in the scent of her body, her honey-fragrant hair as I lowered her to the ground. “Or will you scream when I make you come?”

“Such a dirty mouth.” She pushed my shirt up and over my head, then smoothed her hands over my chest, pulling a growl from my throat.

“You’ve got no idea.” I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The narrow beam illuminated metal shelves filled withcleaning equipment, a few mops and buckets and… Skye.So beautiful. I placed the phone on the shelf before yanking her tank top and bra off in one swift motion. I took a long moment to drink in her perfection in the dim light. “You’ve got beautiful breasts, buttercup. I wondered what you were hiding under all those flowers.”

A smile teased her lips. “Were you really?”

“Fuck, yes.” I ran my hands up her rib cage to cup all that softness. “My imagination didn’t do you justice.” I bent down and swirled my tongue over her nipple before sucking it hard into my mouth. Skye cried out and then slapped a hand over her mouth.

“You can’t do that again,” she said breathlessly.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, but…” She trailed off when I took her other nipple between my teeth, giving it the same attention. This time when I sucked, she buried her face in my neck and groaned.

“How long do you think we have?”

“Not long enough for me to taste you the way I imagined.” I made quick work of her clothing, sliding her jeans and panties over her hips until she was gloriously bare. My fingers brushed over slippery skin. I recognized the feeling of scars, although I couldn’t see them in the shadows. My heart ached for her. I knew how it felt to have your skin permanently marked, because I had scars, too.

So damn perfect.Her body was a delicious combination of lean muscle and soft curves in all the right places. I was so fucking hungry for her I could barely think straight.

“Your turn.” She yanked on my belt and opened my fly. Soft hands wrapped around my cock. The sensation was so hot a tremor rippled through my body. She tightened her grip and my cock surged in her hand, taking me dangerously close to the edge. It was a painful effort to gently move her hand away.

“I want you soaking wet for me before I give you that.” I drew her close, pressed my lips to her neck, breathing in her scent as I slid my hand down her body and parted her thighs. “Good girl.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered against me.Fuck.Could she be any more perfect? I got off on being in control, and knowing she got off on being praised did strange things to my stomach.

I cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the soft weight in my palms as I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. She trembled and dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. With a groan, I trailed my fingers over her belly, through the soft down of her mound, and then along her hot, wet center.

She moaned and her head fell back against the wall. Taking my cue, I pushed a finger deep inside her slick heat.

Skye cried out and clamped around me. My blood rushed downward and I rocked the heel of my palm against her clit.

“I’m going to take good care of you.” I brushed my mouth against her ear, nibbled the delicate shell.

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