Page 48 of Driving Beats

I cross the room and place my hand on his arm, ensuring my towel is still wrapped around my body. “What about you, Coop? Everyone comes to you for advice, which you freely give. I heard you talking about your family, and it sounds like you want one. Do the other guys in the band know this about you?”

He shrugs off my hand. “They are aware of where I came from, and my history. They know enough.”

How can one person dole out wisdom to others so easily, yet be an island unto himself at the same time? Still. I’m not here to provide any soul-searching routines. I’m here to complete what we started in the pool. “How do you let off steam, though? Carrying all the mental weight of the band has to wear on you.”

“Oh, I meditate and read my books. It’s all good.”

My hand returns to his forearm. “I don’t remember seeing you hooking up during the tour. It’s an excellent way to de-stress. I sidle closer. “When was the last time you got off?” I grin. “Well, you did get me off out there. But I mean you.”

His eyes deepen into a dark green. “I’m taken care of.”

I add a twist. “When was the last time someone other than you did it for you?”

“I think you should leave.”

He tries to brush by me.

I drop the towel.

He freezes.

“You were so good out there. I never came like that before.”

His Adam’s apple slides up and down.

I take a step closer. “Don’t you want to feel what you made me feel? My guess is it’s been a long time for you.”

His hands clench.

I want this man to go wild. He has to be fantastic in the sheets, if he could do that to me in the pool. I kiss his clavicle. “I want you.”

Beneath my lips, he’s rigid. As if he’s fighting himself. I tongue his tiny nipple, and that’s what does it.

Suddenly, his arms embrace my torso and he pulls me upward until our mouths meld. This kiss is wilder than before, as if the last vestiges of his restraint have been ripped away. I’m down for it!

His lips trail down, until they latch onto my nipple. He sucks and nips and laves, causing me to arch my back and seek more from him. My hand lands on the back of his head and I bring him closer to my boobs. He squeezes the free one.

“You’re so good at this.” Not a lie. Better than anyone else.

Standing, he bends down and picks me up, carrying me to his king-size bed. As it already was turned down for him, he places me in the center and I kick the blankets down to my feet. No use having them get in the way.

Before he joins me, he strips off his sweats, to reveal he’s not wearing anything under then. Damn. This man is fine. I felt him through his bathing suit in the pool, but nothing compares to seeing him in vivid real life.

“Please open your legs for me.”

I smile. “Since you asked so nicely.” I do as he requested. Not ordered. Never that.

“You already experienced what I can do with my fingers. Do you think my mouth will be as good?”

On the pillow, my head thrashes. “I. Want.”

He chuckles. “I’ll try my best.”

Soon his fingers play with my sex, replaced with his lips and tongue. He inserts his fingers into me while working on my clit in such a way I nearly explode, it feels so good. “Seems like you remember how to do this.”

He laughs softly, teasing my body until the shimmer of an orgasm starts at my toes. With one last swipe, he causes it to crash over me.

I scream, “Yes! Oh, yes!”