Page 132 of Boss of Me
Closing my eyes, I let my fingers slide over the ivory keys, picking out the solemn notes from the first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
I play quietly, letting the music soak into me, every note deepening my melancholy.
I feel him before I see him.
The air shifts around me, and the skin on the back of my neck prickles with awareness.
And then he’s standing right behind me, his body warm against my back.
I continue playing the piano, my heart punching at my ribs.
He sits down, straddling the bench so that he’s facing me. He doesn’t say a word. Just stares down at my hands moving over the keyboard as Beethoven’s haunting melody drifts through the room and fills the space between us.
After an endless moment, he reaches out and ghosts a hand over my hair.
I look at him, breathless.
He returns my gaze. The intensity in his eyes nearly unravels me.
Swallowing tightly, I turn away from him and start playing the second movement of the sonata.
He listens for a few moments, then brushes my hair off my shoulder and lowers his face to the side of my neck. His breath is warm and uneven against my skin, sending a rush of goose bumps down my arms.
I can feel the heavy sadness shrouding him. The weight of it wraps around my heart, invisible fingers squeezing my throat until I have to stop playing.
As complete silence envelops the room, he presses his lips against my skin, just below my ear.
I shiver at the sensation, my breath catching in my throat.
Slowly he lifts his head from my shoulder, his blue eyes glittering like sapphires in the moonlight.
With shaking fingers, I reach out and touch his stubble-darkened cheek, my eyes lost in his. I feel so much for him in this moment. Too much to contain.
He leans in slowly, the heat of his breath warming my mouth before he brushes his lips over mine.
A soft, helpless moan escapes me and floats through the air.
The sound seems to unleash something in him, because he clasps my waist in his hands and lifts me onto his lap so that our bodies are pressed close together, my legs straddling him on the bench.
Holding me tight, he crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss of such raw, aching need that my blood sings in my veins, igniting my entire body. Whimpering his name, I rake my fingersthrough the silky strands of his hair, deepening the kiss while grinding my pussy against his thigh.
He makes a guttural sound, low and thrillingly rough.
My heart thunders in my ears as he drags my robe off my shoulders and pulls off my nightshirt in one deft sweep. With a look of fierce purpose, he whips his T-shirt over his head and throws it to the floor with the other discarded garments. Then he takes my mouth again, parting my lips with the hot thrust of his tongue. I gasp at the pleasure of it and cling to his shoulders, caught in a swirling storm of emotions and sensations.
I hear a snap as he tears away my lace boy shorts, and then he plunges two fingers inside me. My spine arches and my belly ripples as he strokes my slick flesh, increasing the pressure with his thumb on my clit. Hot arcs of heat claw through my body, blurring my vision.
Letting my head fall back, I release a throaty groan when he sucks my aching breast into his mouth. I ride his hand, my breath coming out in shuddery gasps as my hips twist and grind against him, the bench rocking beneath our weight.
He sucks hard on my nipple while his thumb rubs my clit and his fingers pump inside me, curling against my G-spot with every stroke. I rock my hips faster, my body coiling tighter and tighter until an orgasm overtakes me, making me cry out.
Gunner growls darkly as my muscles clench viciously around his fingers, every nerve in my body sizzling. I bite into his shoulder to muffle a wail as my climax stretches on and on, pulsing through me like waves and making my thighs tremble against his.
My pussy is still spasming when he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean of my juices, his expression carnal.
“Oh God,” I whimper, closing my eyes.
He slams the piano lid shut and lifts me on top of it. I gasp, my legs wrapping around his hips as he shoves his pants downover his ass. I hear the smack of his cock springing into his palm, then he fills me in one long forceful stroke.
