Page 47 of The First Time
"Want to bet?"
"Name your terms."
"If you lose, you have to go that audition."
"You really want me to play a woman who has a mental breakdown," she teases. "But fine. If you lose, you have to go to karaoke with me, and you have to sing any song I request."
"Aren't most karaoke places bars?"
"Don't tell me you forgot I'm nineteen." Her eyes meet mine then they're back on the road. "I know places with private rooms, no booze allowed. Unless you can't handle it."
Fuck, the dare in her voice is doing things to me.
My head fills with thoughts of scooping Piper into my arms and setting her on the kitchen counter. Of her body under mine on that soft leather couch.
Of her in my bed.
Against the wall.
Fuck do I want her moans in my ear.
Her nails digging into my skin.
It's been a long, long time since I've really wanted a woman's pleasure. Since I've reveled in how fucking good it felt to watch a woman come.
I shake my head, but it does nothing to shake off my thoughts. "Deal."
"You're on." She shakes my hand then reaches for the CD player.
I grab her wrist. "You're more honorable than that."
"I have no idea—"
"Changing the CD." I shake my head and let out a mocktsk tsk. "That's nearly cheating."
"Only nearly."
"You sure you don't want to go into law?"
She laughs. "Pretty sure." Her eyes light up as they catch mine then they're back on the road.
She taps her fingers against the steering wheel.
She shifts her hips in time with the beat.
I watch as the music takes hold of her body. She taps her toe. She sways her head. She hums.
It takes three songs for her to break enough to sing the chorus. It takes another verse for her to realize it.
"Shit." She laughs. "I never had a chance, huh?"
"Not one."
"When your body wants something... it's a lot of work to resist." She presses her lips together. "I'm sure you know about that. With recovery and everything."
"Yeah."
"You never talk about it."
