Her mouth dropped open. “Shut up.”
“No lie. I was actually pretty good, but I really wanted to play guitar. I finally rebelled and quit piano lessons and started guitar. Played in a band in high school and college.”
“No way.”
“Way. Why are you so disbelieving?”
“You totally look like a rock star.” She slammed her mouth shut as if she regretted saying that.
He laughed. “Thank you.”
“You just keep throwing things at me that surprise me.”
“That’s part of my charm.”
“You still play guitar?”
“Yeah.” He hesitated. “Just for myself. It relaxes me.”
“You should start another band. You could play at Conquistadors.”
“Ha. Right.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve never heard me play.”
“Well, now I want to.”
“You’ll have to come over to my place, then.”
His tone was casual, but when their eyes met, once again sparks jumped around them. He could see her mind working, her analytical brain wanting to know exactly what was going on between them. But Beck had no interest in analyzing it. He didn’t want to explore the nature of his feelings. He liked her and he was hot as fuck for her, and that was enough for him. “Don’t worry, Hayden. Just live in the moment.”
“That’s really hard for me to do.” She gazed back at him and he read the anxiety in her eyes. “I like to know everything. I like to plan. I like everything organized and orderly. Not messy and uncertain and in the moment.”
“I get that.” He reached out and stroked down a long strand of still-damp hair, moving it behind one shoulder. “I can make you forget all that.” He set his empty bowl and chopsticks on the low coffee table, removed hers from her hands, and set them there too. He shifted closer, easily sliding over the leather, cupping her face with one hand. Sex had always worked for him, helping him forget the shit he preferred not to think about. It would work for her too.
He tilted his head and dipped it down for a long, soft kiss. He felt her sigh. His thumb rubbed the corner of her mouth, tugging her bottom lip down to open for him, gently sliding across her lip; then he curved his hand gently over her throat as he kissed her deeper. His tongue licked into her mouth.
Her hands landed on his shoulders and held on tight as they made out, lush kisses, sliding lips, stroking tongues, trying to consume each other. He was hungry for this woman, eager to make her feel good and forget all her fears.
What was she afraid of?
He was curious, but he wasn’t going to go there. Making her open up to him would mean he had to do the same, and he’d already told her things he never talked about to other people. Even Cade and Marco didn’t know the full extent of his family’s dysfunction.
His fingertips moved over the soft skin of her neck, stroking her, over her shoulder. He flattened his palm on her upper chest, and pressed it there, as he nipped at her bottom lip. The curve of her breast brushed his forearm and he stayed like that, kissing her again, and again, then slowly dragging his hand lower to cover her breast in a firm caress. She arched into his palm and he fucking loved that, loved how much she liked to be touched there, because, hell, he liked touching her.
Her sweet tit felt amazing in his hand through the thin cotton. “Christ, when I saw you wearing this shirt with no bra…those perfect breasts and stiff little nipples…it made me hard again.” She trembled, and he now used both hands to cup and squeeze and mold her pliant flesh, making her gasp and moan.
“So hot,” he groaned, shifting so he could bend forward and rub his mouth over one breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth along with the cotton, plumping the breast up to his mouth, and she drew in a sharp breath. He scraped his teeth over the hard fabric-covered nub and her head fell back on a long moan. Her hands slid up to his head, holding him there, digging into his hair.
He reached for one of her legs and eased it straight, laying it across his lap and bringing her closer to him. He slid a hand into her hair as he kissed her again and her hands roamed over his upper arms and shoulders and chest. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her so she was on his lap, straddling him. She pressed him into the back of the sofa as he caressed her waist and hips, their mouths moving together, tongues licking, breath quickening.
She rubbed over his chest, rocking her pelvis into his crotch. His dick lengthened and thickened. Heat rushed through his body and pleasure built with each move of her pussy, rubbing their bodies together. His heart thudded.
She shoved his shirt up and set her hands on bare skin with a sexy little sound of delight. He reached behind his head to pull his shirt off and tossed it aside. Hayden straightened as he did so and reached behind her to caress his thigh. Tingles spread through his groin. With her eyes on his face, she slipped her hand under the hem of his shorts and explored higher. And higher. Jesus, his eyes wanted to cross as his body tightened in anticipation of her touch.