Body Shot (Last Shot)(57)

Her tongue blazed up his shaft from root to tip, once, twice, a third time, wetting him thoroughly. She circled the base with her fingers and the top of his head blew off when she closed her mouth over the crown. “Mmm. You taste so good.”

“Ungh.” His tongue and lips weren’t working properly.

Sensation poured through him as she slid her mouth down and up, down and up, going lower, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. He made a noise that almost sounded like a sob.

“My balls,” he said hoarsely. “Lick my balls.”

“Mmmm.” She gave a swirl of her tongue to the head of his cock, then did as he asked, her little tongue playing over the skin, teasing at first.

Her hair fell down around her face, and he reached out to gather it back so he could see. He fisted her hair, gently, not forcing her to do anything, but holding her in place. His skin prickled all over, hot pressure gathering hard and fast.

She sucked one testicle into her mouth. His thighs tightened and his heels dug into the mattress. She played there longer, licking and sucking, and then returned to his aching cock, taking it deep into her mouth again, right to the back of her throat.

“Goddammit,” he choked out. His blood pumped hot through his veins and coiling lust slammed all his senses. “Hayden, baby, gonna come…” He released her hair so she could make the choice of what she wanted to happen. “You can just use your hand…if you want…”

But she kept sucking him, her hand firm on the base of his cock, her other fingers petting his balls and…“Fuck!” A fireball burst low inside him, heat burning through his body, sizzling up his spine, blowing every thought out of his brain.

She took it all, and that was the hottest thing of all, how she swallowed, her mouth still on him until his body stopped jerking and his muscles began to relax, and then she lapped tenderly over the head. “Mmmm,” she said again. She peeked up at him through her eyelashes, hesitancy shadowing her eyes. “Was that okay?”

He laid his forearm over his eyes, his chest heaving. He swallowed thickly. “Okay? Christ, no. That was, uh, insane.”

She released him carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no.” He lowered his arm and peered at her, noting the notch between her eyebrows. “Only in the best way. C’mere, angel.” He held out his arm and she moved toward him, stretching out on the bed beside him. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her closer so he could kiss her forehead. “I just need a few minutes before I can form words, ’kay?”

He felt her smile. “Okay.”

He wasn’t really sure of the words he wanted to formulate. His straitlaced little scientist kept surprising him and he wasn’t sure what that weird fizzy feeling in his chest was. It seemed doubtful that it would be heartburn when he’d never in his life had that ailment. All he knew was, he was keeping her.

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“I want to hear you play guitar.” Hayden lifted her head from Beck’s chest, where she’d dozed off, floating on a cloud of warmth and sexual satisfaction, and peered at him.

His eyes flickered open and met hers, a crease between his eyebrows. “Huh? Really?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated, then rolled out of bed to stroll naked to the guitar she’d just noticed propped in the corner of his room. He picked it up and sat on the armchair, settling the guitar on his thigh. His face wore a look of concentration as he plucked at the strings experimentally, then strummed a few chords. He looked up at her.

She pushed up to sit cross-legged, tucking the covers under her arms, and smiled encouragingly. Cripes, watching him play guitar was sexy enough, but doing it while he was naked? Her gaze dropped to his long fingers and how they curved around the neck of the guitar, veins and tendons standing out on the back of his lean hand. That was hot.

He started to play—slow, sensual notes, moving into intro chords, his body and head moving to the beat of the music, the tempo picking up. Enchanted, she watched him wide-eyed, the music filling the room and stirring all her senses. A shiver worked down her spine. Beck’s face eased, his eyes dreamy and his mouth soft as he looked at his hands on the guitar. Her chest filled with warmth.

The song slowed, then stopped. As the last chord faded away, she pressed her palms together in front of her chest. “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

He ducked his head in an uncharacteristic move, but she caught the smile. He stood and set the guitar on the chair.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?”

He shrugged and returned to the bed. “It’s enough for now. You looking at me like that makes me want to fuck you again.”