Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I wonder if that’s what inspires Austin to suddenly pick me up in his arms, crash his lips to mine, and take me up the stairs.
And push through my bedroom door.
Drop me on the bed. Peel off my clothes.
Then his own.
He crawls over the bed on top of me and takes my face into his hands like a precious treasure, eyes burning into mine with the same intensity he had tonight on that stage, when he took hold of the world and made it listen the only way he knew how.
“You sang my song,” I murmur to him, his face over mine.
The corners of his sexy lips pull up. “All of them are yours.”
“But you may have to rewrite it now.”
He puts a kiss on my cheek. A kiss on my neck. His body is so warm, the parts that touch me. His legs entwined with mine. His hard cock against mine, grinding ever so slightly together. His big, guitar-loving hand caressing my face as he gently places kiss after kiss on my chest, on the other side of my neck, back on my lips.
“Is that so?” he asks, breathless.
“Yeah … because I’m not so sure it’s true anymore.”
His kissing stops. He hovers by my face, eyes on mine, bright and expectant. “What do you mean?”
I hook my arms around the back of his neck and pull his face to mine for another kiss. After seeing him up on that stage, all of those beautiful words and melodies pouring out of his soul, I just can’t seem to get enough of his lips tonight.
“Maybe I was wrong.” I kiss him. “About love songs.” Another kiss. “Maybe I’ve been wrong since the moment we met.”
He smirks, smoldering me with that cocky look in his bright eyes like I just pinned a badge on him. “Oh, I know.”
I lift my eyebrows. “You know?”
“You were wrong since the start. What do you think I’ve been doin’ this whole time? It’s been my only mission since you first got under my skin.” His face comes closer, voice lowering to a gravelly taunt. “To prove you wrong … Timothy.”
I grab hold of him and flip my man right onto his back, which knocks that smug look right off his sexy face.
Now it’s me on top of him, straddling his waist and smirking down at him cockily, my hands on his chest, pinning him to the bed. “Do you think you won, then … Chase …?”
He bites his lower lip as he starts gyrating his hips under me, teasing me with his hardness. “Oh, I won, alright. I won the whole damned thing with you.”
His fingers slide all the way down my back and take hold of my cheeks, digging in.
Something flickers in his eyes.
Something sincere.
“I won the whole damned thing with you,” he repeats, only now, I think he means something else entirely.
My heart skips a beat, watching him look at me like that.
With that mixture of recognition and hunger.
Amazement and desire.
Like he can’t believe this is his life. This is his night. This is the guy he’s got straddling his hips with his hard-on teasing between a set of tight cheeks he’s currently imprinting his hands onto.
“Or maybe …” I lean forward and bring my lips to his ear. “I’m just …” I give it a nip. “… a fool …” I go to his other ear. “… for you.”
“You’re doin’ this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Doing what?”
“Drivin’ me crazy.”
“What’s the problem? Am I a … love burden? Are you … down bad for me? Are you … about to …” I grind against him. He groans underneath me with such depth, it’s nearly a growl. “… hate me for a reason …?”
His lips part into a smile. “I see what you’re doin’ there.”
“I know all your songs now. I’m your number one fan.”
He huffs out a laugh. “What is this? Are we gonna have sex? Or are you interviewin’ to be my discography department head?”
I rock my hips again just to hear that animal noise come out of him one more time. “I’ll take whatever title you’ve got as long as I’m next to you.”
“Oh, you’ll be next to me alright.” He sits up so fast, I nearly fall until he catches me with his strong hands, clutching my hips and pinning me to his lap. My hands fly to his chest, his heartbeat thrumming under my fingertips. “From now until I’ve got no more songs left to sing, you’re gonna be right there next to me.”
I shake my head with a small, disbelieving laugh.
Then I’m all out of words. Austin, too.
I dive for his mouth. He returns the kiss with equal urgency, like each one he steals could be the last, yet in so many ways tonight feels like our first. The first time he captures me in his arms with all his soul. First time he slides inside me as a boyfriend he never has to hide again. First time we climb toward the climax together with no walls left standing between us …