Page 38 of Reverb
She cupped his face with her palm. With her other hand, she drew her fingers along the edge of his beard. “You want to worship me, David?”
God, he was hard, leaning into her touch. So much for not getting involved. “Can’t help it, princess.”
She chuckled. “Still not a princess, darling.” She stroked his jawline, sending sparks down his arms and legs.
He settled his hands on her hips. “You okay with this?”
“You touching me? More than.” Her breath ghosted over his lips.
“You gonna forgive me for screwing up?” He whispered the words. Wanted absolution from this beautiful woman who held him in her hands.
“No. Because you didn’t screw up. You did what you thought correct in the moment and itwasthe right thing, David.”
“But—”
Her lips finally met his, and he groaned against their softness, against the bitter taste of coffee and sweetness of the donut. When she deepened the kiss and drew him closer, their legs touched and he tightened the grip on her waist.
Her fingers drifted into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, bringing a hint of what more might come if they went beyond this one meeting.
He broke the kiss and whispered against her lips, “This is such a bad idea.” He wanted to keep going, drown in her, in this mistake.
Her chuckle was heaven. “What’s a bad idea? The whole ‘me getting close to you because I trust you and don’t know how to tell you you’re okay’ bit?”
He kissed her neck. The gasp she made only increased the heat in his veins and his desire to slip off this couch and kneel on the floor of the bus. “Gonna make it harder for me to keep you safe.”
She pulled back, and her hazel eyes had taken on the greenish hue he so loved. “I don’t know about that.” She straddled him until there wasn’t a gap between their bodies and her rocking hips pressed his packer against his dick. God, he couldn’t help the moan, or matching her movements. Her lips took his again, kissing and nipping until he couldn’t breathe through his need for her.
She spoke between kisses. “Closer you get, the closer I am to you.”
He wanted to rake his hands through those copper curls. Strip everything off. Unwrap his entire being. He barely even knew Mish. “Fucking hell, you terrify me, baby.”
“Ditto, David.” She mouthed his chin. “At least we’re in the same place.”
Was that good or bad? One of them ought to have their head on straight. Right now, he was so keyed up by her body against his and the way her hips rolled. “Jesus, Mish. You’re gonna make me come. What will the band think?”
The vibrations of her laugh only made him want her more. “Zav will roll his eyes and ask what took us so long. Ray won’t care, and Dom will stick his fingers in his ears and not wanna hear about it at all.” She stilled herself. “Though you’re right that I shouldn’t take you apart in the back of the bus with them on board.”
He pressed his forehead against hers and worked to catch his breath. “So you’re gonna make me ache instead?”
There was a bit of the devil in her chuckle. “Don’t think it’ll be the first time.” She stole a kiss. “And I get off on my lovers wanting me that badly.”
He shuddered.Lover. Okay, so they were going there. “You’re right about it not being the first time.” He took a kiss back. “And yeah, I wanna worship you, Mish.”
“Good.” She kept straddling him. “I’m gonna love that. A guy like you on his knees for me.”
He rolled his head against the back of the couch. “I’m so fucked.”
“Not yet.” Oh, the humor in her voice. “Just you wait.”
He twined his fingers into her hair then, and pulled her into a long, deep kiss. When he broke it, he spoke. “We should talk about work.”
She groaned, but it wasn’t with pleasure. “Yeah, you’re right. I—just wanted to set you at ease.” She slipped off his lap, and he missed her warmth and weight immediately. “Want me to get more coffee?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” That would give him a chance to get his dick and brain back under control. “Please. And maybe Adrian, too?”
“Okay. But first...” She kissed him again, and fuck, he loved every second of her mouth on his. When Mish relented, she scooped up the two coffee mugs, winked at him, and vanished past the privacy curtain.
David stared up at the ceiling of the bus. That hadn’t gone like he’d planned. He should’ve been worried—instead, relief washed through him, along with anticipation and delight.
