Page 29 of Guitars and Mistakes
She brushed my cheek softly with her fingertips, her skin as warm as honey against my own. “I think there’s a lot more to you than anyone ever realized. And I think you deserve to be seen.”
That was all I needed.
I claimed her mouth with mine and dove into her, every inch of me on fire with need for this girl. I tipped her chin up to give me better access to her and she moaned, opening her mouth to me and taking me in.
And that right there slowed me down. Yesterday in my room had been hot and very fast, nothing more than the instinct of needing her. But this right here...
I wanted to take my time. I wanted to leave the world behind and pretend that we were the only people in the city. The only people in the universe.
Stooping down, I slid my arm under her knees and lifted her up, making my way slowly toward one of the booths in the restaurant. She wrapped her arms around my neck and continued kissing me like she was drowning, her mouth hot and her breath coming faster and faster. Our tongues danced in a slow, methodical waltz and we breathed each other in and out, too entranced in the kiss to stop.
God, I’d been wrong about her being only the sun. She was the earth and moon and stars, all wrapped into one. She was the best wort of heat and the only sort of warmth I needed.
I got to the booth and sat with her in my lap, and a moment later she’d managed to move herself around so she was straddling me. She pressed down against my cock, so hard now that I could barely feel anything else, and I gasped at the sudden contact. When she reared back and gave me a sly, almost shy smile, I pulled her back toward me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered against her mouth.
“Rivers Shine, I thought you were some sort of Casanova,” she whispered back. “I would think it was obvious.”
And with that, the time for going slowly was finished. I stood and pushed her down onto her back on the table, my hand stopping to cup her cheek as I started working at the button and zipper of my jeans. Her eyes darkened and grew wide, then darted around the room.
“What are you doing?”
“I would think that was obvious,” I said, feeding her words back together. I jerked my jeans down and made quick work of her jean shorts, then leaned over her again, taking in her tousled hair and wide, darkened eyes. “After all, we have the whole place to ourselves. Are you going to stop me?”
“No,” she breathed.
I didn’t need any more than that. I parted her legs a bit more and found her seam with the head of my cock. God, she was wet and ready and so, so hot, like she’d been waiting for this all day. She caught her lower lip in her teeth and gazed up at me, daring me to do it.
So I did. I held her gaze with mine as I slid into her, making sure to go slowly enough that she could feel every inch. When I was fully seated, her eyes turned upward in pleasure, but I put a hand to her cheek.
“Look at me, Lila.”
She did.
So I could see how it effected her when I started to slide back out... and then back in again. I saw exactly how much she liked the smooth, even rhythm. Her eyes got darker and darker the longer I went, and when I started to speed up they closed again, as if it was all too much.
I didn’t stop. I moved in and out of her like my life depended on it, because in that moment it felt like it did. I gave her every inch of me again and again, reveling in the tight feel of her and the fact that she was grasping me as hard as I was grasping her, hanging on for dear life while we rode each other right to the edge. I didn’t know what this was. I didn’t know if it was love or something a whole lot like it. But I knew that she reached me in ways no one else had ever dared, and I knew her in a way that made me feel like I owned her.
My tempo got faster again and she began moaning my name, which undid me completely. I looked down at her one more time, registered that she was about to come undone, and let myself go, taking her over the edge of the cliff with me and down into a darkness that only she, Lila Potter, could light.
LILA
The night ended far too quickly.
I got a ride back with Rivers, who held my hand the entire time and then left me at the elevator. He kissed me softly, his eyes dreamy and his lips parted, but when I asked him to walk me to my room, had told me that I didn’t need anyone seeing us together after the announcement he’d made.
“They will have seen us together at the bowling alley,” I pointed out.
“And that was a public event with lots of people. I’m not going to mess with your reputation by returning you to your room after midnight,” he argued.
He’d melted away into the shadows before I could respond to that or stop him, and though I’d stared at the space where he’d been for some time, I didn’t go after him.
I chose to turn and walk toward my room, forcing my mind to dwell on the memories of him during the day—and the lingering glow of what we’d done afterward—rather than the fact that even after that, I hadn’t been able to hold onto him. Five minutes back in the realm of the music industry and he’d been like smoke trailing through my fingers. Wispy and impossible to grasp, disappearing so quickly it felt as if I’d never had it at all.
I wasn’t discounting the feeling. I knew that part was real. The part where he couldn’t quite bring himself to commit to anything, particularly when it came to me.
I also wasn’t discounting the fact that there was something there. He’d pursued me time and again, his eyes watching me as I passed through a room and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something to me. He’d come after me tonight, and it wasn’t the first time. He looked at me like I was the only one who could truly see him, and he held me like he never wanted to let me go.
