Page 21 of Guitars and Mistakes
Those legs were bare now, too, and burning with awareness.
“Care to prove that?” he whispered.
My mind stuttered. Prove what? What had we been talking about?
Oh, who was better at guitar.
“Any time,” I whispered. “You don’t scare me, Rivers Shine.”
Instead of answering, he ducked and captured my mouth, his lips hot and wet and demanding, and I opened for him and let him in without thinking about it, my body reacting without any help on my brain’s part. God, he was intense. Like kissing someone who was actually on fire. I’d forgotten what he did to me when he was this close, and the groan he forced from me was pure need and desire.
And the moment I let it out of my mouth and into his, everything started moving at warp speed. His guitar was thrown to the side and mine jerked out of my hands, tossed to the ground. His hands were on my arms, running up my shoulders and then into my hair like they had a mind of their own. He grasped the threads of my hair and pulled, forcing my head back and my mouth open. His tongue delved swiftly into my mouth, and it was all heat and demands and pure, overwhelming desire.
“Lila,” he whispered in a breath against my lips.
I didn’t know whether I could respond at all. The heat of him, the demand that I respond, had stolen my breath away, and my voice was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t see anything but him.
I didn’t know what we were doing, but I knew I wasn’t going to stop it. I’d waited a week for him to touch me again, been into the depths of despair at his sudden absence from my life, and now here he was right in front of me, his lips on mind and his body so close I could feel him vibrating with need.
He reached down, grabbed the backs of my legs, and jerked, pulling me smoothly underneath him, and before I could truly comprehend it he was yanking my skirt up around my waist. Laying my legs even more bare in front of him. He pulled back and stared into my eyes, his eyebrows suddenly creased with concern like he’d just realized that maybe he was taking things too quickly.
“Is this okay?” he whispered hoarsely.
The way his voice broke told me there was only one possible answer.
“I mean you’ve gone from barely speaking to me to basically mauling me in the space of an afternoon,” I replied breathlessly. “What’s not okay about that?”
I caught the quick glint of a smile—barely a glimmer of it in his eyes—and then he was back on me, his lips fire on mine and his skin burning against me. And I was both floating and falling, my brain incapable of understanding how this was happening and my body telling me that it didn’t matter whether my brain understood it or not.
I was back in Rivers’ arms.
Nothing else mattered.
He slipped a hand down between us and then between my legs, and with a quick movement pulled my panties to the side. When he reared back to look at me again, his face was wicked. He was finished asking questions, now. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to take it.
I bit my lip, trying to get ready for what was to come, but still wasn’t prepared when his fingers dipped suddenly into the wetness between my legs, spreading me and feasting on how badly I wanted him. I cried out and bowed up off the couch, every ounce of my focus coming to rest between my legs, and when he spread me further and slipped two fingers inside me I nearly sobbed with the building tension. I bit down on his shoulder, unable to stop myself, and he groaned.
“Bite me like that and you’re going to leave a mark,” he grunted, sliding his fingers in deeper.
I bit him harder.
And, like that was some sort of sign, he slipped his fingers out of me, stood up, and yanked his jeans off. He was hard and ready, his cock bobbing with desire, and I whimpered slightly. Some part of me was trying to remind my heart that this wasn’t a good idea and that I definitely shouldn’t be agreeing to it. I didn’t know what was going on with Rivers lately but he’d been the opposite of forthcoming and this situation was basically guaranteed to break me.
And fuck it all, I didn’t care. When he came back to me I welcomed him with open arms, and when he murmured something about me being a bad girl for having bitten him, I allowed myself to grin.
When he slid his cock inside of me, not stopping until he was fully buried, I let myself close my eyes and tip my head up, reveling in the sensation of having him again and trying to memorize every last inch of him.
Because I might not understand what he was doing, and I might not know how he really felt about me. But I didn’t think I’d ever have the strength to say no to Rivers Shine when he wanted me.
* * *
Half an hour later,he pulled himself off me and stared at me, his chest heaving with breathlessness. We were both covered in sweat and I was still floating somewhere above us, my mind on the way he’d slammed into me again and again and again like he was trying to prove something.
To either himself or me.
I fought to focus on his face, though, and bring myself back into the present moment.
“So I’m thinking maybe we play this song at the show tonight. What do you think?”
