Page 92 of Cherry Beats

Too bad

Don’t leave, just stay.

I need you on my chest, in my arms, to watch your body sway.

Stronger than ever,

That’s the feeling you gave.

Now you’re saying you’re gone.

And I’m forever your slave

I liked you last night

Sliding around

Kissing me proud

Talking me down

Holding the crown

Yeah, I liked you last night

But I loved you come dawn.

I’d heard the track a thousand times and more.

I’d played it on repeat, over and over again, and every time the familiar fast-paced beat and husky voice of Rhett flowed all around me, my skin prickled, and my heart beat faster.

I was too lost in my own thoughts to realise Presley was staring at me. His finger travelled up my arm, across my collarbone, gracefully sliding under my chin to redirect my attention to his blue eyes. The intimacy with which he looked at me was spellbinding and terrifying. He was made for so many great things, especially to be adored, and the responsibility of his affection weighed heavy on my shoulders…

And I realised I needed the load.

I wanted him to suffocate me with it.

I needed everything he was to lay on me forever and never let me breathe again, because even without the freedom of my own breaths, I never felt more alive than when he was staring at me this way, drowning me with his desire.

“Do you know who wrote this song?” Presley stared into my eyes.

My tongue slipped out to run over my bottom lip, and I gave a subtle shake of the head.

“Me,” he breathed seductively. “I was inspired.”

I closed the gap between us before he could say another word.

My lips crashed against his, and I dropped my beer bottle to the floor, not caring about anything other than pulling him closer, so close, too close… never, ever close enough. I needed all of him and more. My hands dug into both sides of his hair, pushing through the thick blonde. His tongue danced with mine with grace and urgency, melting me with its contradicting softness and firm direction. I could feel every sweep of it hitting me throughout every sensitive spot of my body.

Yeah, I liked you last night,

But I loved you come dawn.

Everyone around us was singing and jamming around, but the only things that existed to me were Presley and the lyrics.

Presley and his beats.

Presley and his tongue.

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