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Authors: Lauren Dane
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nodded.
“Why did you give it up?”
“Something very bad happened.” She put her fingers over his lips and shook her head. “I really, really don’t want to talk about it. But I’m happy now. I write music. I record it. I’m in the studio.
It’s my bass on all Adrian’s studio tracks on his CDs. I just don’t need all the rest. I don’t want it.
I like my quiet, safe life here in my condo. I like my café. I like my family and I don’t need the rest.” She indicated the room with a sweep of her hand. “I have enough money. I don’t need the fame part.”
“Okay. I’d like for you to share it with me sometime, but we’ve only just reconnected. I understand. I’m glad you’re doing something that makes you happy.” She nodded and led him out and pointed to a guest bedroom and a bathroom. At long last, at the end of the hall, she pushed open large double doors, exposing the master suite.
It was her, utterly. The walls were saffron yellow. Framed art lent beautiful explosions of color to the space. The hardwood floors were dotted with pretty area rugs, and her bed sat on a platform facing the wall of windows.
“Wow.”
She turned to him, sliding her palm up the wall of his chest. Her nails scored over his nipple, and a wave of pleasure echoed through him. He took her glasses off and kissed each eyelid.
“Erin, I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see you.” There was no hesitation; she simply unlaced the shirt and pulled it over her head. Her tattoos were still there; her nipples, hard and dark, each bore a ring, and it still nearly brought him to his knees. How sexy she was. Nearly breathless, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her as she slipped her skirt down her legs, tossing it to the side. Her panties were the last to go and then she stood there, totally naked to him, the sight of her burning into him.
“God, how are you still so beautiful?” he murmured as he moved around her body, taking her in from head to those pretty toes. The tree of life still marked her back. He’d seen that tat in his mind’s eye so many times it was almost like a dream to be looking at it in the flesh again.
“I’m older.”
He laughed and then swatted her ass. It’d started out playful, but the sound shot straight to his cock, and her soft sound of surprise wrapped around him, lodging in his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated and kissed her shoulder near her neck. “Undress me, Erin.” She turned to him and tiptoed up to kiss his lips quickly. Then with determined, slow movements, she unbuttoned each button on his shirt until she slid it open and down his arms.
“I’m not the only one who’s beautiful.” Her nails dragged over the sensitive skin below his belly button, bringing gooseflesh. “You’re still so very big and feral.” Leaning her head toward his body, she breathed him in and made a low, needy sound that tore at his control. “You still smell like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He continued to watch as she unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the front of his jeans, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop . He had to swallow hard as she pushed his jeans and shorts down, getting to her knees to help him out of them and his socks.
“Before you suck my cock, and you will, Erin , I want to kiss you. Come here.” He led her to the bed and lay down with her. The bedding smelled like her—spicy, saucy, free.
She looked up at him and he was slammed by a sense of déjà vu so strong his hands trembled.
“I know. I feel it too,” she whispered.
The darkness at his edges smoothed a bit as tenderness rolled through his system. He trailed fingertips down her neck, loving the smooth, warm skin there. All the feeling he’d had for her and abandoned, that he’d shoved far away except as jerk-off fodder, came back to him.
She waited, watching him carefully, he realized, letting him lead, and damned if that didn’t make him want her even more. He lowered his mouth, brushing it
“Why did you give it up?”
“Something very bad happened.” She put her fingers over his lips and shook her head. “I really, really don’t want to talk about it. But I’m happy now. I write music. I record it. I’m in the studio.
It’s my bass on all Adrian’s studio tracks on his CDs. I just don’t need all the rest. I don’t want it.
I like my quiet, safe life here in my condo. I like my café. I like my family and I don’t need the rest.” She indicated the room with a sweep of her hand. “I have enough money. I don’t need the fame part.”
“Okay. I’d like for you to share it with me sometime, but we’ve only just reconnected. I understand. I’m glad you’re doing something that makes you happy.” She nodded and led him out and pointed to a guest bedroom and a bathroom. At long last, at the end of the hall, she pushed open large double doors, exposing the master suite.
It was her, utterly. The walls were saffron yellow. Framed art lent beautiful explosions of color to the space. The hardwood floors were dotted with pretty area rugs, and her bed sat on a platform facing the wall of windows.
“Wow.”
She turned to him, sliding her palm up the wall of his chest. Her nails scored over his nipple, and a wave of pleasure echoed through him. He took her glasses off and kissed each eyelid.
“Erin, I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see you.” There was no hesitation; she simply unlaced the shirt and pulled it over her head. Her tattoos were still there; her nipples, hard and dark, each bore a ring, and it still nearly brought him to his knees. How sexy she was. Nearly breathless, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her as she slipped her skirt down her legs, tossing it to the side. Her panties were the last to go and then she stood there, totally naked to him, the sight of her burning into him.
“God, how are you still so beautiful?” he murmured as he moved around her body, taking her in from head to those pretty toes. The tree of life still marked her back. He’d seen that tat in his mind’s eye so many times it was almost like a dream to be looking at it in the flesh again.
“I’m older.”
He laughed and then swatted her ass. It’d started out playful, but the sound shot straight to his cock, and her soft sound of surprise wrapped around him, lodging in his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated and kissed her shoulder near her neck. “Undress me, Erin.” She turned to him and tiptoed up to kiss his lips quickly. Then with determined, slow movements, she unbuttoned each button on his shirt until she slid it open and down his arms.
“I’m not the only one who’s beautiful.” Her nails dragged over the sensitive skin below his belly button, bringing gooseflesh. “You’re still so very big and feral.” Leaning her head toward his body, she breathed him in and made a low, needy sound that tore at his control. “You still smell like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He continued to watch as she unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the front of his jeans, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop . He had to swallow hard as she pushed his jeans and shorts down, getting to her knees to help him out of them and his socks.
“Before you suck my cock, and you will, Erin , I want to kiss you. Come here.” He led her to the bed and lay down with her. The bedding smelled like her—spicy, saucy, free.
She looked up at him and he was slammed by a sense of déjà vu so strong his hands trembled.
“I know. I feel it too,” she whispered.
The darkness at his edges smoothed a bit as tenderness rolled through his system. He trailed fingertips down her neck, loving the smooth, warm skin there. All the feeling he’d had for her and abandoned, that he’d shoved far away except as jerk-off fodder, came back to him.
She waited, watching him carefully, he realized, letting him lead, and damned if that didn’t make him want her even more. He lowered his mouth, brushing it
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