“It’s just...” Her flush deepened. How far did that pink go down her chest? She pursed her lips, then huffed a breath out. “Those kisses, okay? You kissed me and boom—lyrics came into my head. A theme for a song. Even a melody.” She leaned forward and stabbed her fingertip into the table, glaring at me. “I’ve written so many songs because of two kisses from you.”
“I’m your muse?”
She slumped back and eyed the vodka bottle like she wanted to chug it. “I think so.”
Huh. I’d been her muse all those years ago. She’d channeled her emotions into her music. Lost love. “I’m glad I can help.”
“Yeah, well, I need five more songs, so you’d better not fail me.”
“Are you saying you need me to kiss you again?”
Those plump pink lips of hers parted. “Y-you said you can’t risk getting involved with me again.”
“We’re not involved. I’m just a muse.”
Interest lit her eyes. Was I really suggesting we...
Could I touch June again and keep from believing it was the beginning of forever? Maybe. “Never mind. This is crazy. You’ve been drinking.”
“Rhys Conner Kinkade. Are you doubting that I can make valid decisions after a few drinks when I’ve been in the world of spirits most of my life? And when I’ve been living in a glorified honkey-tonk town for almost half my life?”
She hated being treated like she couldn’t care for herself. She’d been tasting alcohol since she was sixteen, and while I didn’t drink often, I wasn’t a lightweight when it came to the stuff.
I gave her one last chance to decide this idea was a mess waiting to happen. “The girls are upstairs.”
“It’s only a kiss. Right?” Her voice dropped into a purr that went straight to my dick.
Could I put my mouth on her and not fall faster and harder than I ever had?
It was a risk I was willing to take.
June
I giggled as Rhys tumbled us backward onto his bed. His mouth was on mine and I was twined round him like a vine. His sweatpants did not hold back his erection like his jeans.
“Ssh,” he said against my cheek. “You can’t wake them up.”
“It’s like hiding from our parents again.”
He rocked into me. “Remember what we used to do when they were in the next room?”
We’d had to stay fully dressed and ready to fly apart from each other at the first turn of the doorknob. My sisters would sometimes act as lookout. Other times, they were quiet as church mice, ready for the show if Daddy caught me entwined with Rhys.
He kissed a path to my ear. “I used to do everything I could.”
I widened my legs and rocked against his hard cock. Those pants were so in the way and that was how it was going to stay. But god, it felt good.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered. The deal was only a kiss. But we hadn’t expressly said we’d just stick to kissing.
His groan resonated right through me. “If you touch me, I get to touch you.”
I turned my head to flick my tongue against his earlobe. “Deal.”
He claimed my mouth again. I was the first to make the move beyond the kiss. As much as I wanted my greedy fingers on that massive erection, I couldn’t resist his untucked shirt.
I brushed my hands underneath the material. He lifted himself enough that I could skate the backs of my fingers along his hard abs. Smooth skin and fine hair slidunder my fingers. I flattened my hands on his firm pecs. I wish I could see him, but the lights were off and the door was locked.
Maybe later. Next week, when his kids went to Wren’s.
