Page 187 of Lost Track

Oh God. This was super unflattering.

She’d just confessed to being a groupie, hadn’t she?

“But not because you’re famous or rich or anything.”

Why was she still speaking?

“But because you are like no one I’ve ever met.” She held her hand up, palm out. What was she doing with her hand? She squeezed the hand into a fist. “And I can’t stop wanting to know everything about you.”

She was afraid to look at his face at this point because he was probably two seconds away from signaling security to come and remove her.

“And again, not because you’re a celebrity. But because you’re really awesome.” She finally looked at his face. He had a small smile playing on his lips. “You know I think you’re awesome, right?”

“Just get in here,” he said around a laugh. He started to turn back into the condo, and she shot an arm out to catch the door. She didn’t cross the threshold.

“Do you forgive me?” she asked, holding her breath.

His eyes went soft and he came back to her. He cradled her cheek in a palm and rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“Of course you’re forgiven,” he said.

She released her breath and pressed her face into his hand. “Thank you.”

He dropped his hand and she followed him inside. Lighter than she had been a few moments before.

He set the guitar case down in the living room and then took her coat.

“When it’s just me, I throw my coat on the floor.” He took both of their coats and made a show of hanging them up.

“Oh! Should I take my shoes off?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Yeah. Let’s take our shoes off.”

They kicked their shoes to the corner and she lost her balance. But he was there to catch her. He pulled her into his arms and pressed soft kisses to her neck.

“Do you want to see my binders?” he asked, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin just below her ear.

She giggled and tightened her grip on his shirt. “When you say it like that it sounds very dirty.”

“Do you want me to do dirty things to you instead?” he asked.

Electricity shot through her and she tugged him closer. “Do youwantto do dirty things to me?”

“Oh yes,” he confirmed, working his lips around her jaw to her mouth. “I have wanted to do dirty things to you for a while now. I have a whole folder in my head marked ‘Dirty things to do to Sabine.’”

She giggled even as heat rushed to her belly.

One of his hands curved around her ass while the other ran up her side, around her ribs, swiped a thumb over a breast, on its way to the back of her head.

The sensations were like a trail of fire across her body and she made a noise that was part pant, part whimper.

She felt him grin against her mouth right before he swept his tongue inside.

She greeted him eagerly, grinding her body against his with absolutely no shame.

It was like that morning he’d spent all that time cataloguing what kinds of touches and caresses turned her on had locked inside his mind. He knew exactly how to touch her and where to elicit a response.

Oh, he was clever.

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