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He leans down, a hand framing my throat when his lips ghost over mine. “You heard of a magic cross, baby?”
“Fuck.”
He seals our mouths together.
His tongue brushes mine, and he throws me right over the edge when he slams into me. I drag my nails down his back, needing something to cling to as wave after wave of pleasure laps at my body.
I flutter around him, squeezing with every frantic thrust. The piano scrapes along the hardwood, but still he doesn’t stop.
Our kiss is raw and messy as he grabs my hips, hard enough that I know I’ll feel the imprints of his fingers for days to come. He shudders, his back tightening beneath my hands, before he spills inside of me.
Sweat slicks my skin.
He buries his face into my neck, his body trembling above mine. I stroke my fingers up his spine as I try to catch my breath.
He kisses my pulse point, then my jaw, and finally a sweet caress of my lips.
“Rixie, that was…” he trails off as I cup his cheeks.
Everything. “I know.”
I shiver as Cole trails his fingers up my calf.
My clothes are long gone, tossed somewhere in the live room, leaving me only in red lace and Cole’s oversized black sweatshirt. The air is warm, the scent of us lingering through it.
I reposition the guitar when his breath skates my ankle. “You’re distracting me.”
“Good.”
I hear his smile.
His fingers dance over my shin and up to my knee.
I skew a chord when he stills.
Air puffs from him, and I feel him pressing closer. “Is this what I think it is?”
“And what do you think it is?” A soft smile tugs my lips, but I don’t open my eyes.
He traces the root lettering inked into my skin. “Rixie Moore…”
I hum as I shift my hands and change the melody pouring from my Hummingbird. “Yes, Cole Hayes?”
“Are my eyes deceiving me, or do you have a Reckless Abandon tattoo?”
“Do I?”
“You totally have a Reckless Abandon tattoo.” He digs his fingers in and I giggle as he hits a tickle spot. “When did you get it? And why this design? It’s nothing like our logos.”
“Kind of the point, dude.” I chuckle, peeking at him through dipped eyelids as he hovers over. My heart thunders at the sweet smile lighting his face. “I didn’t want it to be obvious unless you were looking right at it. Imagine having to tell someone you’re such a creeper that you have your ex-boyfriends band tattooed on you.” I clench my teeth and hiss. “Embarrassing, much?”
His laughter vibrates my leg when he kisses the ink. “I like that you’re a creeper.”
“You would, it feeds your ego.”
“You know what else it feeds?” His voice is husky as it caresses my skin.
My stomach clenches and I grin. “Swear to God, if you say your dick.”
