Page 97 of My Song for You
He cupped his hand against my cheek, then with a feathery touch he trailed his fingers down my neck and between my breasts, still encased in the white lace bra. Every cell in my body buzzed with energy, with desire.
His fingers continued down my stomach, pausing a moment so he could kiss the skin above my belly button. His teeth lightly grazed the place he’d kissed. I moaned at the delicious sensation.
His hands resumed their journey to my panties. Less than a minute later, I was free of them. They disappeared over the edge of his bed. Jared’s boxer briefs joined them soon after.
Underwear—it was so overrated.
Jared’s fingers went on to create magic between my legs. They slipped between my folds and teased the supercharged core, pushing me closer to the edge with each brush of my clit.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and almost moaned. Yes, I had missed this too. I swirled my thumb against the tip, spreading the small amount of pre-cum around the velvety surface.
Jared sucked in a sharp breath, then reached for a foil package from the top drawer of his nightstand. He ripped it open and rolled the condom down his length. But instead of positioning himself between my legs, he beckoned me off the bed.
He propped the pillows against the headboard and leaned back against them, then indicated for me to straddle his legs. Before I could position myself over him, he placed his hand against my waist to stop me, and reached around to undo my bra. It too joined the party on the floor.
Jared leaned forward and took my nipple into his sweet, warm mouth. His wet tongue circled it, then he sucked it to a stiff peak.Holy mother of all things amazing, this man is certainly talented with his tongue.
I moaned, the sound not even beginning to convey how I felt.
Once he was finished, a satisfied grin on his face, I slowly lowered myself until he was seated deep inside me. I didn’t know where I started and where he ended—and I didn’t care. All I cared about was how my soft heat hugged his hard length.
Jared rested his hand on my hips, guiding my movements and the pace. Like the kiss earlier, it was slow and sweet, as was the build-up to the peak. He kept his eyes, now dark with want, focused on me, adding to the intensity of the moment. He’d told me he wanted to make love to me, and that was exactly what he was doing.
But then came a point where I didn’t crave slow anymore. I wanted to race to the peak, and I wanted to do it with Jared.
Sensing the new urgency, he increased the pace, my hips rising and plunging. It didn’t take much, and before I knew it, my entire body shuddered as euphoria swept through me. Jared joined me soon after.
As the realization of what we had just done filled me with a new level of love, I cuddled up to Jared.
“When I’m on the road,” Jared said, caressing my lower back, “if you start having doubts about us, I want you to remember how I just made love to you.” He brushed his lips against mine in a sweet and satisfying kiss.
I kissed him back, then smiled softly. “I know we’re going to make it.”
And I did. Jared possessed so much love. I had seen it with his friends, his bandmates, and his family, and I had seen it with Logan. I had no doubts whatsoever that we could make this work. No, it wouldn’t be easy, but if I ever doubted myself and what we had, he was right—I just had to remember tonight.
“By the way,” I said, “I loved the song.” I kissed him gently. “That, and how you sang it even though you don’t like being the front man. That’s how I know how much you love me.” I lightly stroked his chest above his heart. “I don’t suppose you’re going to make me a copy so that whenever I miss you, I can listen to it?”
“I think that can be arranged. I’m not sure how the label will feel about it, though.” He winced. “They had no clue we were going to do that.”
I gave him another feather-light kiss. “It doesn’t matter what they believe. You didn’t write the song for them. You wrote it for the woman who believes you’re the most wonderful man around. I never want you to forget that. Besides, I’m positive they’ll love the song. How could they not?”
I didn’t let him answer; I just kissed him long and hard. Which progressed into another round of lovemaking, only this time it was rougher and more heated—and equally satisfying, both inside and out.
“Where did you go after you left Logan at my parents’?” he asked, once we had recovered. He shifted so we were facing each other and caressed my arm.
“To San Francisco. To the university. I wanted to talk to them about transferring to the illustration department. I realized you were right. I don’t want to give up on being an animator, and being a graphic designer just isn’t doing it for me. I love creating pictures for kids, and I wanted to talk to a friend who had graduated from that program.” Which I did before I left Samantha’s party.
“So does this mean we’re moving to San Francisco?” The look on his face told me he would willingly do it in a heartbeat, band be damned, if that was what I wanted.
I shook my head. “I can do it online. Although if Hailey gets accepted into the physical therapy program there, I suspect we’ll be going to San Francisco anyway.” I wouldn’t complain if that happened. Hailey was my friend now.
He smirked. “You’re probably right about that.”
Talking about San Francisco suddenly reminded me of what I’d forgotten the moment I saw Jared by the cab. “I have something for you. Stay here.” I climbed off the bed and walked into the hallway. I didn’t bother to gather up our clothes, strewn along the beige carpet. I searched through my purse, found what I was looking for, and returned to his room.
He was still lying in bed when I climbed back under the covers, holding the velvet box with the pendant inside. I opened it and removed the silver guitar pick. On it was a small engraved heart with the wordsI’D PICK YOU EVERY TIME.
“Usually when a guy proposes, he gives a ring,” I said, “but I wasn’t sure what the protocol was when the person proposing is a woman. I want you to have this so that when you’re touring, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”
