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“I need you,” she said, breathy and sounding a little desperate. “Inside me.”
“I got you, baby.”
“Now.”
Well hell, far be it for me to not give her what she wanted.
I sat up on my haunches so I could get her out of her shorts, and then I shoved my own down to my ankles. Before I could kick them off my feet, she wrapped one hand around my cock and lifted her hips, and I sank into her warmth with a guttural groan.
I had a fleeting thought to take it slow, but that wasn’t what she was in the mood for. Slapping her hands onto my ass, she curled her fingers against my skin, pulling me against her, rolling her hips, taking me deeper, so much deeper.
Using my knees as leverage against the cushions, I pumped into her, over and over, obeying her demands of “faster, harder” until I was on the brink of no return. Slipping my hand between us, I found her clit and rubbed it between my fingers.
She made a keening noise, and her body went rigid, her inner muscles squeezing around me, pulling my climax from me with a dizzying roar until my body was shaking from the exertion.
Rolling onto my side, I took her with me, wrapping her in my arms, not ready to let her go. She snuggled against my chest, sighing like the cat who’d just lapped up the entire bowl of cream.
We didn’t talk. No, “wow, why’d we wait so long to do that?” or even, “don’t you wish we could stay here and just keep doing this forever?”
We lay there, twined together, as our hearts slowed to a normal rhythm, our breathing became steady and calm.
Afternoon faded to evening. We watched a movie, eventually decided it was time to eat again. We split a bottle of wine while I prepped and grilled steaks. We sat outside and ate, finishing off the bottle.
We talked, but not about this latest change in our relationship. Faith shared more details about her family, and I told her what I’d done while I’d been away earlier this spring.
I didn’t push. I wasn’t ready to attempt to define this, to discuss what would happen once we were forced to go back to reality. It wasn’t necessary right now.
This was too perfect.
CHAPTER13
Lucas
On Wednesday morning,we had to leave the perfect bubble we’d created for ourselves. I was almost afraid to descend the steps from the treehouse. I wasn’t entirely convinced that what happened between Faith and me wasn’t some sort of magic that lasted only so long as we stayed up in the trees, surrounded by nature and no other humans.
Yeah, that sounded dumb, but I was an artist and we tended to live in fantasy worlds half the time. The line between real and make believe got blurred on occasion.
It sure had between Faith and me.
We slept together in the same bed last night. I didn’t ever want to sleep alone again.
Christ, how fast and far I had fallen in such a short time.
But it wasn’t short, was it? Hell, it’d been happening for four years. Thirteen, really. I’d watched as she fell head over heels for Hank, and even back then I’d realized that I wasn’t it for her. Despite her attempts to remake herself as some sort of rock ’n roll rebel, she still had enough of her roots in her that she craved what she was raised to believe was normal. That craving may have been subconscious for the most part, but dating that guy had been the embodiment of it.
And losing him had damn near destroyed her. She shut down emotionally, threw herself even more into song writing, into practice, into distancing herself from where she’d come from.
It was easy to convince myself that friendship was the right choice when we were trying so hard to break out as a new band in an industry that was notoriously hard to succeed in.
Right now, we simply needed to enjoy what was blooming between us. I didn’t need to push her. She still had to deal with her grandmother’s death, her estranged family. Reality was about to hit us like a Mack truck.
The viewing was tonight, the funeral tomorrow. I’d filled the band in on all the details, including Faith’s request that everybody try to appear “normal” when they showed up. I’d gotten lots of ribbing over that word, not surprisingly, and I was glad Faith wasn’t on that text string. They didn’t understand her deep-seated need to placate a family she didn’t even like, and it wasn’t my place to enlighten them. Hell, I’d do a shitty job, since I didn’t understand it either.
We reached the rental vehicle, and I opened the passenger side door for her. She paused before climbing in. Her hair was down, waving over her back in a midnight curtain, the bright colors barely making an appearance unless she tilted her head just so.
She wore a pale blue V-neck T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts with plenty of rips and frayed cuffs, although they were probably her least beat-up pair. A pair of jewel-encrusted flip-flops were on her feet, showing off black painted toenails and a rose tattoo.
The edge of another tattoo peeked out from the neckline of her shirt, just barely.
