Page 139 of Fostering Chemistry
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Maybe I don’t trust you on the sofa with me, either.”
With a quick grin, I captured his bottom lip and bit it gently. Then his mouth claimed mine again, and I held him even tighter.
Until someone cleared their throat.
Diego and I jumped apart, only to find Aaron leaning against the same doorframe where Diego had been a few minutes ago.
“Anyone could’ve come in here.” He looked like he was trying to fight amusement. Since our return from the week at the condo, we’d tried to be discreet around the house, but sometimes we messed up. I blamed the guys—not because they couldn’t control themselves, but because they were so damn sexy that sometimes I couldn’t control myself.
I rubbed the back of my hand across my mouth, still feeling the sensation of Diego’s lips on mine.
Diego wasn’t perturbed by Aaron’s scolding. “Want to switch? You can kiss her while I’m the lookout.”
“I like that plan,” I said instantly.
“I’ve got a better one,” Aaron said. “Though that one does sound pretty good. But we’re not alone.”
I didn’t know who else was home, but I vowed to be more careful… when possible.
“Cody’s rehearsal is going to wrap up in about thirty minutes. He suggested we meet at that Thai place down on Spruce Street. You guys interested?”
“Sure,” Diego said.
“Could we go to the condo instead?” I asked, only half teasing. Too bad it was over an hour away.
“You’re insatiable,” Diego said, and he pinched my ass, which made me squeal and then giggle.
“It’s a good thing I am, because I’m kind of outnumbered three to one.”
“And you love it.” This time, Diego’s husky voice was an inch from my ear.
“Don’t make me clear my throat again,” Aaron warned. “Can I tell him we’ll meet him there in an hour?”
“Sounds great.” And I didn’t mean the food. I loved every second I had with the three of them, whether it involved food, just hanging out, or far more sensual things.
A few days later,I was up in Cody’s room. He had his headphones on and was working out something on his keyboard. I had headphones too, ones he reserved for my use when I visited him up here. Sometimes he let me listen to his playing, but today there was a classical piece he’d wanted me to listen to. It was surprisingly exciting with moody, slower sections that gave way to quicker ones that built up to a grand, sweeping climax.
And I was rather fond of a good climax these days. Which was good because, for the first time in my life, I was regularly having them.
I leaned back on the throw pillows on Cody’s bed. They hadn’t been here the first time I’d come up to his room after we returned from Chattanooga. But then the next time, there were brand new pillows on his bed, and the sheet music that had been scattered everywhere had been corralled into piles. Mostly.
I was really getting into the music when I noticed Cody take off his headphones and stand up. I took off mine too, sitting up cross-legged in his bed.
“You okay?” There was a slight frown on his face.
“I just can’t work this part out.”
It was still hard for me to believe that I knew someone who composed actual music, even though I’d seen him do it before.
“Wish I could help. Can I be your muse?”
He arched an eyebrow at that. “You already are.”
That was so sweet. “You know me and my lack of music knowledge, but maybe if you tell me the problem, I can at least listen.”
He ran his fingers lightly over the keyboard. “I’m just not getting the sound I want. Can’t tell if it’s the music itself, the settings, or the instrument.”
“Well, there are at least six other instruments, all within eight feet of you. Maybe try one of those?”
