“What—?” Her hips bucked off the table as I licked, exploring her like she was mine—because she was, no take backs. Ever. Her soft moans and breathless pants were like little instructions for where she wanted my tongue, where she wanted my hands as they freely roamed up her body. My fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as she went wild beneath my mouth. “You taste…” I wanted to roar. “Like dessert.” I looked up. “Apologies for calling you dinner.” And then I used one finger, then two, and felt the exact spot she needed me the most as her legs shook around me.
The minute my fingers touched, she was gone, and I finally heard what I’d been waiting for all my life—my girl screaming my name as she felt her release.
My girl.
The one made for me.
The one who didn’t care that I was broken and kissed me anyway.
I crawled up her body and kissed her, swirling my tongue around hers, tasting her, knowing she tasted herself on me. I got so ridiculously turned on that she did, I almost lost all control.
I gripped her wrists, pinning them over her head. “Tell me you’ll stay.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I think leaving right now would destroy me.”
“I need you,” I admitted. “But if you want to stop…”
“I need you too,” she confessed. “Have me. I’ve been yours since the minute you called me out on my missing buttons.”
With a laugh, I kissed her again then lowered my body over hers, enjoying the sensation of our skin meeting. It was like writing the perfect song, the way her body played for me. The little sounds she made that told me she was desperate for me and me alone.
Addicting.
I kissed her harder and then teased her entrance, only to have Piper, play-by-the-rules Piper, hook her ankles around me and pull me in all the way to the hilt.
I almost blacked out as sweat pooled at the small of my back. Before my body could take over, my mind caught up, and I froze.
“Uh, Piper…? I don’t do one-night stands, but we didn’t use any protec—”
She cut me off with a hard kiss and a whispered, “I’m on the pill.” And then she moved her hips, not me.
I loved it.
I loved that she created her own music with her body and didn’t give a damn that I was on top of her, that I was the guy. She knew herself, knew what she wanted. I would be her slave forever and ever if that’s what it took.
I angled myself higher and met her movements, gripping her ass with each deep thrust. Her muscles tightened around me as she squeezed; she was going to kill me before the night was over.
And I was okay with that because I suddenly realized that even if I had been spared for this moment, I would be thankful for it. Because I was happy. Just like the people at my concert. Happy. Fulfilled. Full.
I captured her mouth with my lips and pumped harder, pulling a thigh higher over my shoulder before feeling her contract around me and scratch her nails down my arms, her body shuddering beneath me.
Watching her climax was so much better than Netflix.
She opened her eyes.
And then I was gone because her eyes said so much more than her body ever could.
Her eyes said, “Mine” right back at me.
I knew my life would never be the same again.
Chapter Twelve
Piper
Had I still been employed, I would have felt so guilty, I likely would have confessed to my boss right away.
But I wasn’t.
I let myself relax in Braden’s arms. When he carried me to his bed later, both of us completely naked, and refused to let me put on clothes, I smiled so hard my face hurt.
When he brought out chocolate syrup and said he was still hungry, I let him lick it off my body and nearly died from the way his lips tasted afterward.
Like me, him…and chocolate.
Minutes later, he was pulling me into his shower, and I was dropping to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I explored him like he had me, loving like he did, and I wondered how I would ever let this guy go.
Why would I ever want to?
But how could it work?
His hands dug into my hair as I teased the tip of him. When I took him in fully, his massive body shuddered, losing all control.
“Your mouth,” he hissed. “Damn, you make me high, Piper.”
I just grinned and then ate my dessert the same way he had. By the time we made it to bed, it was three a.m., and I was exhausted. Braden tucked me into his body and kissed the top of my head, then whispered, “Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure if he was thanking me for helping him or for the sex, but I still fell asleep with a smile on my face, only to wake up and find him gone.
I frowned and then stretched my arms overhead and grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of sweats off the floor.
I probably looked like hell, but I didn’t care.
“Oh shit.” Drew took one look at me and then looked away. Zane sighed and then handed Drew a twenty.
“Really?” My eyes narrowed.
“What?” Zane shrugged. “We get bored in Seaside, and he’s perfect for you. So, yeah, we made a tiny bet. By the way, he’s out grabbing you breakfast. We were told to make sure you didn’t panic when you woke up. Would have helped if he told us more details, but yeah….”
I gulped. “I was fired.”
“Son of a bitch!” Drew roared. “I’ll call them right now—”
“No, no, no, that’s not—it doesn’t matter. I’m thankful. We’re still working together, and things are good. Actually, I’m glad you’re here. I had an idea. Think of it as the final push.”
“I’m listening,” Zane said.
“He’s been writing, healing through the music, using his brokenness to help his fans as well. I think there’s one more thing that would help him reach that final level.”
“Done,” Drew said without even asking what I was talking about. “When do you want to do this?”
I thought about it for a minute. Selfishly I wanted to do it in a week and a half so if he was pissed, my heart wouldn’t be broken when he sent me away.
But the other part of me, the one that wanted to help him, knew that we needed to get him out of his head. So I said, “As soon as possible.”
“All right, you have my attention. What’s the plan?” Drew sat, and I talked.
By the time Braden came back, we had a solid game plan in place that would either set him off or save his career.
Zane and Drew departed after the breakfast burritos, which left me alone with my favorite person in the world.
“So.” Braden smirked. “Movie? Lunch? Vision board?”
“Hey, you owe me two more things on your board.”
“Come here.” He motioned, then drew a heart on his board and put an arrow through it. Then he wrote love. He jotted down a few of the lyrics from his new song. “Done.”
Tears filled my eyes. “You know you’re pretty romantic for a redhead.”
“I’m insulted.” He put a hand to his chest. “Hair has nothing to do with romance. Everyone knows it’s about the six-pack.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let it go.”
“I’m not Elsa. Sorry, not sorry.”