A guy on a bike rides past us, and I shush Sully. He cracks a smile.
“Fine. But you’re on probation.” I motion toward the front door.
He steps up to follow, his breath warm on my neck as I unlock the door.
“Nice place,” he says, stepping inside and dropping my bag on the floor. He runs a hand over the couch, as if testing its comfort level.
“Where are you taking me on this date?” I grab my bag and flick on a light to not trip over the heels Alice leaves around the house like random landmines.
“It’s a surprise.” Sully follows me down the hallway as if we’re attached by a string. I hold a hand up once I reach my bedroom door, and he halts.
“That doesn’t help. I’ve been in a pool all day. I need to shower.”
He steps between me and the bathroom. “Can I help?”
My lady parts say yes, but he’s on my list, so I shake my head. “Nope. Part of your probation means no steamy showers.”
I slip into my room to grab some clothes and then lock myself in the bathroom before I change my mind and tug Sully inside with me. It’s not fair I’m being punished too.
Sully leans against the door. “We’re going to the studio for a bit. I need to lay down a few riffs but then we’ll grab dinner. Whatever you want.” His voice slips through the door and wraps around me like a warm weighted blanket.
Studio? I’m going to see the band again? At least I’m going to see Sully in his element, since he snuck into mine.
“You know, you’re sexy as hell in a tail. How long have you been doing this?”
“About six years. I turned my childhood fantasy into a career. It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s rewarding.”
Knowing Sully’s alone in my house snooping through my things makes me take the fastest shower of my life. I slip on my bra and panties, but frown looking at the jeans and band tee I grabbed. Wearing my Evanescence shirt to a recording studio for another band seems wrong.
I open the bathroom door a crack and peek out. Sully isn’t anywhere in sight. I dash into my bedroom and smack into his chest.
“Whoa.” He catches me by the arm before I tumble backward. “You’re a fascinating creature, Veronica.” His dark eyes roam over me as if I’m a statue on display.
“Oh?” I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth to keep from biting my lip again. “Maybe I’m just a tease.”
“No.” He traces the lace on my bra strap. “You’re amazing.” He sits on the foot of the bed and pulls me toward him. I’m trapped between his legs. “There’s a song in you. I can almost picture the lyrics when I look at you.” He kisses my collarbone and stares up at me. “My gut tells me it’ll be the spark we need for our new record.”
A nervous laugh bursts from my chest. “Do you use that on all the girls?”
He cups my face in his palm as he traces my eyebrow with his other hand. For a moment, I feel like I’m made of porcelain, and he’s memorizing every detail of my painted face. “Most of the songs I write are from past experiences, people I’ve known for ages, but with you, there’ssomething more.” The hand touching my eyebrow moves to grasp the nape of my neck. His eyes are deep sapphire pools. I press my hands into his chest to keep from drowning. “I can’t quite place my finger on what it is, but I know it’s something alluring.”
Wherever his touch connects with my skin is scorched in flames, but I crave more. I want to push him onto the bed and feel his warmth on my chest.
I pull away and move toward my closet. “I need to get dressed. Don’t want to keep your band waiting.”
“When we return, I’m fucking you on that bed.”
“Is that so?” I challenge, meeting his eyes.
He hooks his finger under my chin. “And after tonight I’ll no longer be on probation.”
“Hmm. We’ll see about that.” I turn to look through my closet and feeling a little devilish I wiggle my ass as I reach for a purple dress.
Sully’s hands press into my hips while his thumbs lower my panties. I press my back into him and can already feel how much he wants me. I grind against him as I remove the dress from the hanger.
He moans and twirls me around to face him. “I can’t wait to take that off you.” He grabs the dress and gently pulls it over my head. “But first I want you to hear this new song.”
“I have high expectations on songs. I’m quite opinionated,” I say, grabbing the brush off my dresser and brushing my hair.
