Page 146 of My UnTrue Love
He gave up even trying to play. He was too far gone. He yanked her down, so she was fully embedded on him. This time, he fit in a lot easier. Clementine gave a muffled shriek, her body already accepting the invasion. He snarled in desperate lust. And then it was just a quick, hard frenzy. Laughter and whispers and choked sounds of pleasure. Clem riding him with her head thrown back. It was the closest he’d ever felt to anyone in his whole life.
Completion.
Home.
Clem.
Something happened inside of him that he couldn’t fully explain. He just knew a door between himself and his muse had been blown right off the hinges. Whatever her magic did, it fit seamlessly with Bill’s talent. There was no telling where one started and the other stopped. A beautiful, continuous wave of music washed over him, filling his mind and soul.
He fuckinglovedit.
Clem felt it happen, too. She gasped, looking awed. “My God… You just let me all the way inside of you.”
“I’m inside of you, too.” He ground out. “In every way I can get.”
“I know. It’s incredible.Youare incredible.” Emotions and ideas were flowing back and forth between them, so he couldfeelher happiness. Her pride in him. Her endless love.
Her scalding, throbbing, passionate need.
Ohshit…
He roared out his release, dragging Clem right over the edge with him. He relished the long, wet pulls of her body as she stiffened in his arms and then finally collapsed onto his chest.
Bill cuddled her close. “I love you. I want you. I need you.” He punctuated each declaration with a kiss on her face. “My wife.”
Clem melted into his hold. “I think we found the eleven percent that was missing from our sex.” She murmured.
“I’ve moved up from the eighty-nine percentile?”
“One hundred percent perfect.” She met his rapturous gaze. “Because you gave meallof you, with no fear or holding back. I told you: When you give all of yourself, you achieve art.”
Bill frowned, thinking that over.
“Makeup, Mr. Pecos!” Some woman yelled from outside the door, sounding a little desperate.
“Those PA people will have coronaries, if you don’t hurry.” She ran a thumb over his mouth.
He pretended to bite it and she giggled. “I’m going.” He smoothed a hand over her hair, reluctant to leave. He wanted to touch her forever. “You’ll stand in the wings, right?”
“I have a seat in the audience.”
“I want you closer. I want to know you’re there.” When she wasn’t watching him, he didn’t even exist.
“I will be in the wings, then. Supporting you. Butyou’rethe one on the stage. It’s your music that will reach people.” She stared into his eyes. “Just this once, let yourself be vulnerable when you perform. Play like it’s all or nothing.”
He started at the phrase.
“You give me your all, every day.” Clem went on gravely. “I see it. Now, I’m asking you to giveyouyour all. Give your music your all. Have faith in yourself and you won’t regret it, no matter what happens. Because you’ll have played with your whole heart.”
He drank in her scent, feeling inspiration like a live wire inside of his chest. He wanted to play. To release all the music in his head, with no thought about whether or not it was good enough. No care about feeling too exposed. Just let it all free.
But only with his wife.
The idea of opening himself up to anyone but Clementine still made him uncomfortable. He automatically shied away from it.
“Youaremy heart.” He whispered.
“Play a song for me, then. Forget everyone else is there. Play the song for you and me, the very best you can.”
