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I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, and all I wanted wasmore. He took me further than I’d ever flown before we crashed into a tangled mess onto his mattress.
Spent, on our backs, and heads facing each other, we caught our breath as we studied each other through new lovers’ eyes. I had so many words circling through my head, but I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. He slowly trailed his fingers over my lips, down my neck, and over the curve of my breasts. And while his fingers explored, his eyes stayed on mine, filling the silence, and in them I saw the piece of me that he took.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I Belong to You”
Lenny Kravitz
I collapsed onto Reid’s chest as he rode out his release, gripping my ass and pumping me back and forth. When we had both recovered, I pulled back, locked around his hips, and narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t ever call me little sister again.”
His smile was breathtaking as he looked up at me with residual heat. “Promise.”
“And by the way, what Imeantto say was I was completely blown away.”
“I had a feeling it was better thangoodwith you when you started screaming.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was talking about the show.”
“So was I,” he said with a sly grin.
“How would you know? You never once looked up.”
He leaned in and took my nipple in his mouth, mumbling.
“What?”
He pulled back with my flesh between his teeth. “I never look out. I’m not there for them.”
“God,” I said with a scoff. “Just there for the music? How typical.”
“I don’t like crowds.”
I pulled my nipple away and moved to lie on my side, propped up on my hand. “You’re about to have a big problem.”
“Fuck, you look so good without clothes on,” he said as he dipped in again and pinned me on my back, sucking my peaked flesh until it hurt. I shrieked and tugged at his hair.
“Reid, what are you going to do when you go on tour?”
He pulled away and looked at me like I’d just grown a third nipple.
“Tour?”
“Yeah, you’ll get signed soon. You’ll have to tour.”
His expression was a mix of skepticism and amusement.
“Yeah,” he said with wide eyes, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because we’re going to get signed,” he whispered as he slipped our second condom off and threw it in a Taco Bell bag.
“Yeah, you are,” I said as he sat up and looked back at me over his shoulder with drawn brows.
“You need to ease up on Brodi’s weed, Stella.”
“You know I don’t smoke. You really don’t think you’ll get signed, do you? You don’t believe it’s going to happen?”
“We’ve been playing for three years. So, no, I fucking don’t.” He moved to stand and held out his hand.
