Taevin’s song ends with a beautiful guitar slide that she seems to have mastered in no time, and I’m stunned silent. When she finally opens her eyes, I stare into her big brown eyes that shimmer with nervous excitement, and I realize I literally can’t speak. I don’t have words for what she just did, and when she misinterprets my silence for indifference, I curse myself for being the reason the twinkle in her eyes diminishes even temporarily.
Just as she moves to set the guitar aside, I manage to find my voice. “Tae,” is what I manage to strangle out, and I immediatelyfeel like an asshat. As if merely saying her name would be a sufficient response to the woman I love pouring her heart into a song for me.
She moves to tug on the sheet pooled at her waist, and my brain finally snaps the fuck out of the haze she put me in. I take her hands in mine, closing the space between us as I rest my forehead against hers. There’s an innate need to be as close as possible to her, and this just isn’t cutting it.
“Come here, baby,” I whisper against her lips, pulling at her waist. Tae climbs into my lap, and I brace her head in my hands as I kiss her forehead once, twice, and a third time before resting mine on hers once more as I search for a way to put what I’m feeling into words.
“How are you real?” is what I finally decide on.
Tae’s cheek twitches like she’s fighting back a smile, and that just won’t do.
“I’m sorry, I’m just having a hard time coming up with words when I can hardly comprehend that you’re real and you’re so incredibly talented and you’remine.” Pulling my head back so I can stare into her eyes, I cradle her face in my hands like she’s the most delicate thing in the world. “What you just did was truly remarkable. I’ve never seen a more breathtaking sight in my life and I’ve never heard anything like it.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” she questions hesitantly.
“It was so raw and beautiful. You’re right, the student has far surpassed the teacher at this point,” I admit in awe.
The light in her eyes reappears with a vengeance, causing my heart to swell with pride.
Tae walks her fingers up my arm and over my collarbone with one hand until she wraps them both around my neck. “Well I had a really good teacher. He was very diligent in his teachings,” she teases, throwing her head back in laughter.
“Laugh it up while you can, Thorn,” I taunt, gripping her hips and tickling her as I stand up and spin us around. Her laughter turns into squeals as she begs for me to knock it off.
Laying her on her back, I settle between her thighs, and when her warm skin scorches my bare chest, our laughter dies, quickly transitioning into heavy breathing.
I hover above her, not wanting to hurt her beneath my body weight.
With a trembling hand, Tae reaches up and palms my cheek before dragging her finger tips over my stubble, then along the edge of my jaw, before raking them through my hair. “Kiss me already, would ya,” she whispers, and how could I resist?
Our lips come together, meeting eagerly, yet nothing about this kiss is rushed. My chest tightens at the tenderness in which our mouths move together, the way she timidly opens for me before our tongues tangle.
If I had to choose between never playing another hockey game again and never getting to kiss Taevin Gray again, I’d happily say my goodbyes to the ice.
This girl has quickly become my whole world—consuming my every waking thought and fulfilling all of my wildest dreams.
I can’t wait to graduate and start our lives together in Boston this fall. We’re going to make this work, I know it.
Our kissing inevitably turns into more. Unable to resist her bare breasts sitting before me like they’re on a silver platter, I knead one in my hand, tweaking her nipples in the way that had her moaning earlier. Taevin grinds her hips against mine, and I groan into her mouth at the feel of her warm heat against my hardening length.
Breaking our kiss, I bring one nipple into my mouth while continuing to tweak and knead the other.
“Oh my! Yes—” Taevin gasps when I gently bite her nipple. “Take these off,” she murmurs, pushing the waist of my boxers down.
Deciding I need to give her more, I kiss a path down her stomach until I’ve got her legs spread over my shoulders and shed my boxers the rest of the way.
“Is this okay?” I ask, meeting her lust-filled gaze.
She nods eagerly before I swipe my tongue through her slit. Goddamn, she’s already soaked. Remembering what drove her wild earlier, I push a finger inside her, pumping it a few times before working a second in and hooking them upward. That seems to nearly throw Tae off the edge because she moans loudly in response.
God, that’s fucking hot. The noises she’s making, the way her body responds to my touch, it’s all too much yet not nearly enough. I’m so turned on I find myself rutting into the mattress to find relief. Fuck, I think I could come just like this—she turns me on like never before.
When I suck her clit into my mouth while feverishly pumping my fingers in and out of her, Taevin comes apart on my fingers and tongue, pulsing and soaking them.
Only after she’s ridden out the last ripples of her release do I kiss a path up to her lips once more, hovering above her as I do.
Pulling her lips from mine, she looks up at me with blown pupils and a hazy smile on her lips. “I fear you’ve turned me into an addict.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, chuckling against her lips when she wraps her legs around my waist and urges me closer to her.
