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It takesPete an hour and a half to teach me the three minute song. By the end, I can play the entire thing by myself.
He pushes me off his lap and directs me to turn. His lips curl into a smile. "Play for me."
God, that smile. It makes me warm all over. Okay. I can do this.
I sling the instrument's strap over my shoulder. Pete's eyes are locked on mine. His gaze makes me blush.
My eyelids press together. I position my hands on the bass and I play. Damn, that's loud. The deep, rich sound flows through the room. I'm the one making that noise.
I'm the one playing the song.
It's a rush. I try to let my fingers find their memory. I stumble, but I pick it back up. I make through all three minutes of the song. Okay, more like five minutes at the speed I'm playing, but I still feel victorious.
My eyes connect with his. He's beaming.
"Was I okay?" I ask.
He nods and pushes himself to his feet. "Amazing." He presses his lips to mine then takes the instrument and sets it back in its stand. "Did you feel it?"
I nod. "I can see why you're addicted."
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. His palm presses against the back of my neck, his touch soft and tender.
This is so much more than sex.
My eyelids press together as he pulls me into a kiss. Mmm. I part my lips to make way for his tongue. I bring my hands to his waist and I hold his body against mine.
When the kiss breaks, I'm floating.
He looks down at me. "You hungry?"
Now that he mentions it, yeah. "Starving. What time is it?"
He turns to look at his alarm clock. "Well past lunch. You done with your reading?"
"Someone distracted me."
"You shouldn't come in here wearing those." He taps my glasses. "Can't help myself."
"You like my glasses that much?"
"Want you to wear them next time you suck my cock."
My sex clenches. "What were we talking about?"
He smiles. "I'll make lunch. Finish your reading."
Oh food. Yes, I should eat food. My mind refuses to switch gears. He wants me to wear my glasses the next time I suck him off. He was thinking about that.
It's so hot in here.
I shake my head. Come on, Jess, focus. I only barely manage to look him in the eyes. "You'll cook?"
"Use my credit card. You prefer Thai or Indian?"
"Surprise me." I don't want to untangle our bodies, so I stay pressed against him.
