Page 54 of Body Shot

“You totally look like a rock star.” She slams her mouth shut as if she regrets saying that.

I laugh. “Thank you.”

“You just keep throwing things at me that surprise me.”

“That’s part of my charm.”

“You still play guitar?”

“Yeah.” I hesitate. “Just for myself. It relaxes me.”

“You should start another band. You could play at Conquistadors.”

“Ha. Right.”

“Why not?”

“You’ve never heard me play.”

“Well, now I want to.”

“You’ll have to come over to my place, then.”

My tone is casual, but when our eyes meet, once again sparks jump around us. I can see her mind working, her analytical brain wanting to know exactly what’s going on between us. But I have no interest in analyzing it. I don’t want to explore the nature of my feelings. I like her and I’m hot as fuck for her, and that’s enough for me. “Don’t worry, Hayden. Just live in the moment.”

“That’s really hard for me to do.” She gazes back at me, and I read the anxiety in her eyes. “I like to know everything. I like to plan. I like everything organized and orderly. Not messy and uncertain and in the moment.”

“I get that.” I reach out and stroke down a long strand of still-damp hair, moving it behind one shoulder. “I can make you forget all that.” I set my empty bowl and chopsticks on the low coffee table, remove hers from her hands and set it there too. I shift closer, easily sliding over the leather, cupping her face with one hand. Sex has always worked for me, helping me forget the shit I prefer not to think about. It’ll work for her, too.

I tilt my head and dip it down for a long, soft kiss. I feel her soft exhalation. My thumb rubs the corner of her mouth, tugging her bottom lip down to open for me, gently sliding across her lip, then I curve my hand gently over her throat as I kiss her deeper. I lick into her mouth.

Her hands land on my shoulders and hold on tight as we make out, lush kisses, sliding lips, stroking tongues, trying to consume each other. I’m hungry for this woman, eager to make her feel good and forget all her fears.

What is she afraid of?

I’m curious, but I’m not going to go there. Making her open up to me would mean I’d have to do the same, and I already told her things I never talk about to other people.

My fingertips move over the soft skin of her neck, stroking her, over her shoulder. I flatten my palm on her upper chest, and press it there, as I nip at her bottom lip. The curve of her breast brushes my forearm and I stay like that, kissing her again, and again, then slowly dragging my hand lower to cover her breast in a firm caress. She arches into my palm and I fucking love that, love how much she likes to be touched there, because, hell, I like touching her.

Her sweet tit feels amazing in my hand through the thin cotton. “Christ, when I saw you wearing this shirt with no bra . . . those perfect breasts and stiff little nipples . . . it made me hard again.” She trembles and now I use both hands to cup and squeeze and mold her pliant flesh, making her gasp and moan.

“So hot,” I groan, shifting so I can bend forward and rub my mouth over one breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth along with the cotton, plumping the breast up to my mouth, and she draws in a sharp breath. I scrape my teeth over the hard fabric-covered nub and her head falls back on a long moan. Her hands slide up to my head, holding me there, digging into my hair.

I reach for one of her legs and ease it straight, laying it across my lap and bringing her closer to me. I slide a hand into her hair as I kiss her again and her hands roam over my upper arms and shoulders and chest. Then I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her so she’s on my lap, straddling me. She presses me into the back of the sofa as I caress her waist and hips, our mouths moving together, tongues licking, breath quickening.

“God, I want you,” she breathes against my lips.

“Fuck. Me too.”

She rubs over my chest, rocking her pelvis into my crotch. My dick lengthens and thickens. Heat rushes through my body and pleasure builds with each move of her pussy, rubbing our bodies together. My heart thuds.

She shoves my shirt up and sets her hands on bare skin with a sexy little sound of delight that has my balls tightening. I reach behind my head to pull off my shirt and toss it aside. Hayden straightens as I do so and reaches behind her to caress my thigh. Tingles spread through my groin. With her eyes on my face, she slips her hand under the hem of my shorts and explores higher. And higher. Jesus, my eyes want to cross as my body tightens in anticipation of her touch.

Then she finds me and closes her fingers around my hard cock.

“Oh yeah,” she murmurs. “Feel how hard you are.”

“Fuck yeah.” I thrust into her hand. “All for you, baby.”

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