Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I bite my lip and tip my head back as his fingers find my already wet center, but he leans in and plants his lips on that sweet spot just below my ear.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Complying, I open my heavy eyelids and see that his face has softened, his eyes full of humor and affection as his fingers play me as expertly as I did this piano just a few minutes ago.
“How do you know me so well?” I didn’t mean to voice the question out loud, and before I can take it back, he grins once more.
“I’ve been studying you,” he says. “Watching what you like. What makes you moan or clench or move.”
“I think that just about everything you do makes me crazy.”
He kisses me again, working me into a frenzy with those talented hands.
“Want you,” I whisper against his lips, “inside of me.”
Reaching for his jeans, I pull the button free, and the zipper opens. He’s hard and falls out into my hand, and I relish the heavy feel of him against my skin.
I expect a flurry of hands and clothes and impatience, but he stays steady, slowly removing his clothes while watching me.
And when I pull up on his cock and brush my thumb over the head, he clenches his jaw.
“Are we really going to do this on a piano?” I ask him. “I mean, you’re tall, but this doesn’t look easy to me.”
“Nothing about you is easy,” he replies as he pulls a condom out of his jeans. “I don’t want easy.”
“You know what I mean.”
He grips my thighs in his hands and pulls me forward until my ass is hanging off the piano, and with his strong hands supporting me, braced on my backside, he slides into me.
He’s tall and strong, which means that while this looks awkward to me, it’s easy for him.
And because he’s Keaton, he takes charge, knowing exactly what I need and how to get it for me.
It’s like he can read my damn mind.
When he slides inside of me, I can’t help but close my eyes.
“Eyes.” He kisses my chest. “On. Me.”
God, I love it when he gets bossy in the bedroom.
Or, in this case, on the piano.
“I need to see your eyes,” he says and begins to set a hard, fast pace, fucking me on this piano as if he does it every day.
With our eyes locked, he sends me into another world, full of light and color and heat and every feeling all at once. I can hear myself moaning, calling out for him, and I reach out to grip on to his arms as he increases the pace. The keys bang with every thrust, adding the pounding notes to the air, mixing with our grunts and moans.
Finally, he pushes us both over the edge into oblivion.
Before I can fall over the edge of the piano, he lifts me into his arms and walks me to the couch, where he sits and cradles me on his lap as we both work to catch our breath.
“I won’t disclose to the rental company that I had really good sex on their piano.”
“We might have to buy it, just for sentimental reasons.”
I grin and lay my cheek on his chest, and when his arms come around me and squeeze me against him, I let out a long sigh.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m still humming from that last orgasm. Of course, I’m okay.”
“That’s good to hear, but I don’t mean that. You looked kind of sad while you were playing when I got here.”
“You could only see the back of my head.”
I shift so I can look up at him, and he brushes a piece of hair off my cheek and kisses my forehead.
“Chalk it up to body language, then. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s cool, too.”
“I don’t think sad is the right word,” I admit, thinking it over. I reach over for a throw blanket and wrap it around us to keep the chill off. “I guess I have moments when I wonder if my career is over. I’m in my mid-twenties, and I might be all dried up when it comes to country music, and the thought of that makes me very sad. So, maybe you’re right, and sad was the right word after all.”
“Do you really believe that Nashville is done with you?”
I frown at the prick of tears behind my eyes. When he puts it that way, yeah, it rips my heart out of my chest.
“God, I hope not.”
“Maybe this is just the universe’s way of telling you that you needed to rest. Spend some time in Seattle and have a mutually satisfying adult relationship with a hot guy who rocks your world every chance he gets.”
“Who says I don’t have that in Nashville?”
He goes very still, and when I tip my head back once more to look at him, his eyes have gone hard.