Page 209 of Composed
“No?” I skate my fingers up her back, sink them into her hair, and tilt her head until our gazes are locked.
“No.” She finds my aching erection. “I just have a Cole Hayes kink.”
“Fuck.”
She eases my button free with her other hand and curls her fingers around me.
Water splashes around her when I slap my hand to the metal.
Hendrix doesn’t stop. She drags her hand up and down, searing heat zipping through me with every stroke.
“But to answer your question.” She trails her lips over my jaw, down to my pulse point, and sinks her teeth into my skin. My dick pulses, chasing the high that only she can give. “I remembereverything.”
I lose it.
My muscles tense, body vibrating.
Cum coats her palm.
She pulls her hand free, licking her lips as she stares down at her stained fingers. She pulls one into her mouth.
I swallow.
Releasing the button on her jeans, I push her back with my free hand. Rain continues to fall around us, the clouds dark, and dreary but I don’t fucking care.
I drag the denim down her legs, shove my own to my thighs, and sink inside her with a single thrust.
Her back arches, her mouth falling open on the most glorious gasp. I grip her hip, my fingers digging into her. She scratches my skin, leaving her mark, as I ease out, before slamming back down.
I slip a hand between us when she pulses around me. My thumb rolls over her clit. Once, twice, before I tug at the metal ring. She pulls me into her, sealing our mouths as she falls right over the edge. Her tongue twists with mine, our breaths becoming one.
I rock faster.
Keeping my thumb steady on her heated bud, I pour every single thing I’ve ever felt into her.
Sixteen years of love, loss, andlonging.
All for her.
My breaths quicken as the universe fucking explodes around me. Sparks flicker over every inch of me, stars dancing the edges of my vision.
Hendrix flutters around me.
I swallow my name as it tears from her lips.
Her legs quiver, her nails sinking into my back as she clings to me.
I cup her jaw, my thumb brushing her pink, puffy lips.
Sweat beads on my neck. I exhale a slow, ragged breath and pull her upright before wrapping my arms around her.
A breathless chuckle spills my lips.
“We should probably get out of the rain,” she whispers, shivering as she loops her arms around my neck. “I’m freezing my tits off.”
“Worth it.” I ease her down to the floor, reposition my clothes, and steal a kiss. “So, Rixie Moore. Where do we go next?”
She tugs her jeans up and hooks her fingers into the sleeves of the hoodie she stole from me. “You go home, get your arse in the studio, and record some songs for me.”
