Soft lips press kiss after kiss to my throat.
“Sull,” Claudia breathes, pushing her body against mine so her breasts sink into my shirt. “I want you.” She drops a hand to my belt and starts unfastening it. “Remember what it was like? All those nights we wouldn’t sleep.”
“I remember,” I groan, closing my eyes.
“When it was just you and me?” she purrs.
“Just you and me,” I repeat.
My hands drop to her waist on instinct just as she pulls my lips down to meet hers.
23
TATE
My heart’sracing as we reach the door.
“Did he say what was so urgent?” I ask in a rush, my mind racing with possibilities of something happening to Molly, or him, or both of them.
“He didn’t,” Cliff replies. “Only that I should bring you back as soon as possible.”
“Okay, thank you,” I say as Cliff opens the door to Sullivan and Molly’s penthouse.
I rush inside and Cliff closes it behind me, remaining outside. My heels click on the floor until the sound of the piano overtakes them.
Rushing into the main living area I spot Sullivan, head hung over the piano, eyes screwed shut, the haunting melody ofLacrimosaby Mozart spreading like a cloud of darkness around him.
“Sullivan?”
He stops abruptly.
One lone lamp is on, casting the room into shadows.
“Where’s Molly?” I look around for signs of her, my feet slowing from Sullivan’s lack of urgency. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. Fast asleep,” he says, his voice a rough whisper.
He’s sitting with his head hung. His broad shoulders lift, then slowly drop as he breathes deeply.
“Then… what’s happened?” I drop my purse on the floor and reach down to pull my shoes off. My heart continues to hammer as I study him.
Something isn’t right.
I walk toward the piano.
“Stop!”
His sudden outburst has me freezing on the spot and staring at him in shock. He lifts his head and despite the darkness, his eyes shine like bright blue daggers as he looks at me, before his attention drops to my feet.
On the floor in front of me are pieces of a broken vase.
“You could cut yourself,” he warns.
His body goes taut as he watches me navigate the shards carefully on my way toward him. Once I pass them, he exhales, turning his attention back to the piano. He starts playing again.
“Sullivan?” I frown. “What’s going on?”
“Claudia kissed me,” he rasps.
