Page 23 of Dirty Lyrics
“Was that your question?”
Her brows knit.
“What? No.”
“Then ask,” I press, closing another inch between us.
Her breath shivers out.
“Am I,” she pauses, clears her throat. “Am I going to live here? With you?”
I nod once. Solid. No hesitation.
She licks her lips, uncertain.
“Am I going to have my own room?”
I cock my head, a growl rumbling low in my chest.
“You wanna know if you’re sleeping alone, Songbird? That it?”
Her amber eyes go wide, glowing like honey under the lights.
Her chest rises and falls, every breath ragged, every heartbeat echoing in mine.
And fuck, she looks even better than I remembered.
Full lips trembling.
Curves that beg for my hands.
The heat pouring off her body is enough to make me wild.
I lick my lips, then lift my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks gently but firmly.
She gasps at the contact, and then I drag her to me, sealing my mouth over hers.
The kiss is brutal, desperate, and holy all at once. Her lips are soft, pliant, sweet as sin.
My soul lights up, my chest burns, the music inside me surges to life again.
When I finally tear myself away, her lips are swollen, her breath ragged.
“You sleep with me,” I tell her, my voice hoarse but certain.
My claim. My vow.
And this time, I dare her to run.
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My lips are still tingling when I escape into the bathroom. That kiss—holy shit.
My knees nearly gave out, and I’m not even sure I could string words together if I tried.
I brush my teeth, trying to steady myself, but the mirror doesn’t lie—my cheeks are flushed, my eyes too bright, my mouth swollen from Rico’s claiming kiss.
I look like a woman who’s just been thoroughly wrecked, except he’s only kissed me.
