Page 93 of Sing For Me

Too much, Eli. You’re too much.

I sit up, swinging my legs out of bed and running a hand through my hair. “After filming then,” I say, trying to keep my voice light. “When the show wraps…you can tell me what’s next for you.” That’s when I’ll tell Cass I’m done with the hotel too, I decide then. Whether or not it’s to be with Reese.

My chest aches with the thought it might not be.

“After filming,” Reese says, her voice soft.

But all I can think is,God help me, that’s the voice that lives in my very soul.Like I’m some kind of cheap poet.

“Eli?” Reese asks, tentatively.

“Yeah,” I say, not turning around. Not wanting her to see how deep I’ve fallen.

“Maybe I can come with you?”

I freeze, my heart lifting just a little. “To baseball?”

“Yeah. I want to see you in action. Then you can drop me at the studio.”

I turn around, my chest cramping at how beautiful she looks with her wild hair and pink cheeks. Like I’d forgotten in the few seconds I’d turned away from her.

“I’d love that,” I say, meaning it.

“But I could use a shower first?” she says, her lips turning up.

My dick jumps, oblivious to the delicate scaffolding holding up my heart. “So could I,” I say, scooping her up in my arms.

A few minutes later we’re standing under a steaming jet of hot water, and all I feel is the rush of heat in my lower half seeing her stand there, water and soap sudsing down her slick skin. My dick strains almost painfully, at full mast since we’d stripped and turned the water on.

There’s still the terrifying thunder in my chest knowing how deep my feelings go for her, but I try not to focus on that. I try to focus only on the now.

And it works, when she slides the soap over her tits, letting them bounce as her hands pull away.

“You okay?” she asks, her brows arched in concern.

“I will be, once I’m inside of you,” I say, without hesitation.

Reese’s mouth falls open and I run a thumb over her lip.

“You want that, Reese?”

She nods and I bend down to touch my lips to hers, to run my tongue along her soft upper lip, her tongue, the roof of her mouth.

“Need it, is the correct way to put it,” she says breathily, after breaking the kiss.

“I need to get a condom—”

“No.” The word is urgent. “I’m protected, Eli.”

After a quick exchange reveals we’re both recently tested and she’s got an IUD, everything else leaves my head except the need to feel her wrapped around my throbbing cock.

I reach up and pull the removable showerhead from its holder. “So you’re telling me I can come inside you, Reese? I can fuck you until you feel my cum pulsing out of your pussy?”

Reese’s eyelids flutter. “Yes.”

I turn the jet so it shoots out in a thick, pulsing stream. Then I turn her around so she’s facing the wall, her palms splayed on the tile.

I pull her hair aside so I can see over her shoulder, to the water streaming off her beautiful tits. “Good,” I say. “Then take this and make yourself come for me while I fuck you. Make me remember the next time I have a shower where that jet was pointed last.”