Page 147 of The Drummer

“Really, man, you have no idea…” I force out. “I mean…”

God, I don’t even know what I mean. I mean everything. I mean things that can’t be put into words.

Only music.

Luke claps my shoulder and pulls me in again.

“I know, brother. I do,” he says quietly.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The door knocks the wind out of me as I’m shoved into it.

Or maybe it’s the perfect lips attacking mine.

Callie clutches my hair, dragging me to her with a passion I haven’t experienced before. Her desperation triggers every hot impulse in my body. Her lust is a drug.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” she gasps through a series of kisses. “It was torture watching you.”

A grin leaks onto my lips as she continues to grind me into the door.

Her hips scrape mine, over and over. Seeking. Imploring. Demanding.

I’m on fire.

Still kissing her, I back her toward the guest room bed, and she pulls me down on top of her.

She grips the back of my t-shirt and yanks it over my head.

We separate just enough for her to remove hers.

Skin-on-skin, we fall back into perfect rhythm. Our bodies fit together as harmoniously as our souls.

“Guess this means… you liked watching me in action?” I rasp out in labored breaths.

She moans and tightens her grip on my hair. I kiss down her neck, sampling the most intoxicating blend of citrus and spice. Her heels lock behind my thighs, forcing us together in all the right places.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.

“Callie…” I groan in sweet torture.

“What? I told you I had a thing for drummers.”

I wakewith a feeling of dread.

Callie is still sleeping soundly beside me, so I know it’s not an external threat causing the disturbance.

I scan the darkness, half-expecting to see a ghost hovering in the corner, but the guest room is empty.

Sinking back to the pillow, I draw in deep breaths to calm my racing pulse. Yesterday was a hard, emotional day. Of course my subconscious is taking it out on me now.

My phone says it’s well after four, which means it’s been a few hours since Callie and I fell asleep in each other’s arms after the most amazing sex.

I close my eyes to return to sleep, but the cold sensation won’t go away. It’s too close to another memory. I can almost smell the pungent burn of decaying earth. Feel the icy drops of rain pelting my skin.

Unable to relax, I carefully climb out of bed, open the door, and slip into the hall.

I’ve just started toward the kitchen to get a drink when I hear noise coming from Luke’s end of the suite. Weird. He must not be able to sleep either.

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