Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Well, there are at least six other instruments, all within eight feet of you. Maybe try one of those?”
“Yeah.”
He scanned the room, walking around his desk. I thought he was going to pick up the guitar that was leaning against the wall by the bed. But then he came over and sat down next to me.
He patted my leg. “How about I try this keyboard?”
Warmth filled me as I realized it was a setup. He was so damn cute sometimes.
I straightened my leg and put it over his lap. “Be my guest.”
He put his hands on my thigh and shin as if ready to play, but then he frowned at the denim under his fingers.
“Can I take off the keyboard cover?”
My pulse sped up, but I nodded and unbuckled my jeans, only a little self-consciously. I’d recently done so many steamy things with these men that I was getting used to it—and very used to the unbelievably good orgasms—but sometimes I still got a little shy. I lifted my butt off the bed, and Cody tugged my pants down and off.
Even that much—just having his hands on me—was enough to make arousal pool between my legs. But that increased as he repositioned my bare leg over his lap and started playing. His fingers flew over my skin, tapping as he would for a real keyboard.
It almost looked like he could hear music rising from the makeshift keyboard that I couldn’t. It was so fascinating watching his face as he focused that I forgot to be disappointed that he hadn’t moved on to other things once he got my pants off. I leaned back against the wall and just enjoyed the feel of my leg on his, his hands moving on it, and his closeness.
I probably would have been content to stay there forever, but after a good five minutes, his hands stilled.
“I think I’ve got it.” He smiled at me.
“Do you need to write it down?”
“Nope, I’ve got it. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I said. “Literally. I like being your instrument.”
He raised an eyebrow and gestured toward my t-shirt. “I’ve noticed.”
I looked down and saw my hard nipples poking against the shirt.
Oops.
“Well, if you wanted an impartial piano, you should have used someone else’s leg.”
“Don’t want to.”
He scooped me up and pulled me across his lap as he scooted back against the headboard. Now both legs were across his and his arm was around my back as he held me to his chest.
“You are my muse, Mia.”
The way he said it filled some deep-seated need in me. He sounded like he meant it.
“You’re pretty important to me, too.”
He still had me in his arms, a frown of concentration on his face. “Important is not the right word. But whenever I try to find the right words, they disappear like notes into the air.”
“Do you want to sign?” I asked. I loved being in his arms, but I could give him space if he wanted to.
“No. Though I do appreciate you learning to sign the alphabet.”
That’d been fun. Sometimes we tried to spell out naughty things across the dining room table from each other—discreetly, or mostly discreetly.
I leaned my head against Cody’s shoulder. There was just something incredible about being cradled in someone’s arms. The safety, the warmth, and the fact that he wanted you there.
“It’s too soon,” he finally said.
“For?” I asked.
“For me to feel the way I do.”
Oh.
My breath stilled, with my hand against the muscled wall of his chest. I wanted to look into his endlessly deep blue eyes, but I knew that would make it harder for him.
“I don’t think regular rules apply here. To any of this,” I said softly.
His head lowered, his forehead pressing against mine.
“I love you,” he said, the words faint but clear. “I know it’s too soon, but—”
My heart beat painfully hard in my chest as I brought my finger up to his lips, stilling his words. Did he really mean that? I knew what I felt for him—for all three of them—but I didn’t think anyone would return the feeling. As he said, it was too soon.
Except, I knew how I felt, so maybe I could trust what he felt. “It’s not,” I said. my head still buried against his shoulder. “I feel it, too.”
“You do?”
The surprise in his voice spoke of the wounded man he used to be. And made my heart ache. But mostly my heart was just full. Full of love. For him. And for two others.
“I love you, Cody.”
He held me tighter. And when I tilted my face up, his lips met mine. The kiss meant more now that we had said it. Now that we both knew how the other felt.
I sank into his arms and wanted the kiss to go on forever. And it did. For quite some time.