Page 160 of Hope & Harmony

“I want you,” she whispered, sure and clear.

“I don’t know if I’ll live if I don’t have you.” From the visceral need I had to draw her into me and keep her there, I believed it in that moment. There had never been anything like this for me before. This connection, this deep, deep desire.

She was right there with me. We moved together as I slid into her. Her eyes on mine, my hands on her face, her hips, her legs. Kissing, so much fucking kissing. Lips like dreams. Hopes like feathers floating over our joined bodies.

Hoping for what, I couldn’t say. Not yet.

My mind was on her. On my pretty girl, who writhed beneath me and saturated my senses. We were two rolling waves, crashing into each other again and again.

Until we broke, clawing and panting. Her legs wrapped around me, my fingers tangled in her hair, our mouths fused.

And then we fell, still wound around each other. Blinking, disbelieving what just happened. Two people who weren’t even aware of each other’s existence forty-eight hours ago, experiencing something soul shaking.

“You felt that, didn’t you, mama?”

She nodded, her eyes wide. “W-w-what is it?”

“Don’t know.” I stroked her hair off her damp forehead. “Never had it. Didn’t know to look for it.”

“I—me neither.” She ran her hand over my head and sighed. “Are you h-h-hungry? Thirsty?”

“What a good little hostess you are. You gave me the best sex of my life, now you want to feed me?”

She nodded, giggling softly. “Best of mine, too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Her brow rose. “Y-y-you do?”

“Yeah, Selena, I know. There’s no way possible you’ve had anything better than that with someone else. That was chemical, my body reacting to yours. That’s solely between you and me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Maybe.”

I gave her ass a gentle smack. “Admit it.”

Squealing, she rolled away from me, but I followed, clamping down on her shoulder like the rabid dog she’d turned me into.

“Fine, fine,” she cried. “I admit it!”

“Mmm.” I kissed the spot I’d bitten and rubbed my lips against it. “That’s right. Now feed me, mama. I need my energy because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I didn’t get a good look at Selena’s pad until I wandered out to the kitchen after her. It wasn’t at all what I would have expected if I’d spent time thinking about it.

She had a wall of windows and a balcony with a view beyond it. The ceilings were tall, the space airy. Walls were a sleek gray, furniture stylish and lush.

This wasn’t some boho studio. Nah, this place was legit. I would have crashed here if I lived on this coast, and I was the type of man who was accustomed to the finer things in life.

While she whipped up something to eat in nothing but her tank and underwear, I pulled out my phone to look her up. It gave me pause that I didn’t know her last name, but I didn’t let that stop me. Typing in Selena plus songwriter was enough to get hits.

A lot of hits.

Selena Cruz had many fucking credits to her name and gleaming gold awards to go along with them. She’d written songs for most of the popular musicians out there, not just The Seasons Change.

The luxurious apartment made sense now.

The woman I was spending time with was a powerhouse. A success in her industry by anyone’s standards.

And yet she was a dichotomy of shy and confident. Maybe equal parts both, and when I thought about it, Ilikedboth sides of her. I’d definitely never met another woman like her.

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