I watch her face as she looks down at her hands. I can’t stop staring at her, she is fucking beautiful even with the tears rolling down her face. I want to wipe them away, but I don't want to distract her.
Her breathing becomes heavier as she plays out the last few notes of the song, her hands pulling away and going to her lap. She doesn’t look at me, she just sits looking at the piano, trying to catch her breath.
"Dragonfly?" I question.
"I just need a minute," she breathes out.
I nod and go to move, but she grabs my hand. "Please don't leave. Just sit with me."
I pull her as close to me as I can get her, giving her the minute she needs, my eyes never leaving her face. The more I watch her, the more I realise how much I want her.
I'll do anything to protect her, I don't care what it takes. I'll do whatever I need to, to help her. I'll make sure that she never has to experience the level of hate she has for the last few years. And I swear those that hurt her will pay. They'll suffer far worse than she ever did before I destroy them.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
She leans her head into my chest, and I cup the top of her head, my hand tucking her hair behind her ear, pulling it away from her face.
"Let’s get you back to bed, baby," I whisper. I feel her head nod against my chest, and I smile. I go to stand, but she grabs my arm, holding me in place.
She tilts her head up to mine as I look down at her. "Are you okay?" I ask.
She nods. "Thank you for everything that you're doing. You don't have to help me; you don't have to help us..."
I place my finger on her lips to stop her talking, I don't want her to feel like she needs to thank me. She swallows as her cheeks flush slightly. It's taking every ounce of restraint not to kiss her right now. I don't know how she feels about me, I don't know how she would feel if I were to try something.
As she continues to watch me, my heart starts to race, and my jeans get tighter as my dick gets harder. She sticks out her tongue, licking her lips.
I gently grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face toward mine, then she bites her bottom lip and I'm done. I lean down, my eyes flicking back and forth between hers, looking for any sign that she doesn’t want this, but as I get closer, she closes her eyes, and that’s the confirmation I needed.
Our lips connect, she’s hesitant at first, but as I slip my tongue out, running it across the seam of her lips, she opens, allowing me full access.
The kiss is gentle, slow, passionate. She fists my T-shirt and I get fucking butterflies—a grown-arse biker getting butterflies from a fucking kiss.
I've never kissed anyone like this before, I've never felt like this from a kiss. It's like I can't breathe, but as she kisses me back, her tongue gently playing with mine, it feels like I can finally breathe at the same time, the mixed sensations confusing me. Kissing her, having her in my arms, makes me feel alive.
She breaks away, her face is flushed, her breathing heavy. Her fingers gently touch her lips as she blinks up at me. I smile, leaning down, and place a gentle peck on the tip of her nose.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried it was too much, worried that she feels like she's made a mistake.
"Yeah, just surprised," she whispers.
"Really?" I ask. "Surprised by what?"
She bites her lip, her eyes flicking to the side then back to me. "That you kissed me."
"I'm actually surprised that you kissed me," I tell her. "I didn't actually think that you liked me."
"I do. I don't think I realised how much until you sat with me when I was playing. I find myself looking for you whenever you're not there, and I thought it was just because you were nice to me, but it's because I always want to be around you," she tells me, dropping her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Hey." I tilt her face back up to mine. She looks tired. "I like that you want to be around me." I lean down, giving her a small peck on the lips. "Now, you need some rest, let’s get you back to bed so you can get some sleep."
She nods, and I stand, helping her up. She steps around the stool and walks toward the door, but I grab her, spinning her around to face me and then backing her into the wall. Her hands grab at my arms, holding me, and I place one arm on the wall just above her head. With my other hand, I run the backs of my fingers over her cheek and then slide it down to grab the back of her neck, my thumb running back and forth over her cheek.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, my eyes flicking back and forth between her honey-coloured ones. I lean down and kiss her, the kiss just as passionate as before but not as gentle, our tongues rolling around one another. She grips my armstighter as she leans into me.
I pull back, I can't let this get any more heated. Not here. As much as I would love nothing more than to fuck her, I won't have our first time in a shitty, dirty room.
As I look at her, I notice her lips are pink and her cheeks still flushed, but she’s so tired. "You need sleep, baby," I tell her.
