“This is good.” She gripped his ass. “Good being the worst possible descriptor ever.”
He moved them, flipped them over. Seriously, just like that—so she was on top.
The guy was like a sexual position savant with his ability to make it happen lickity-split.
She didn’t make it a habit to watch adult movies, but she’d seen one or two. Or more. Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
And that’s the only time she’d ever seen such a quick position change without all the sloppy weirdness that came when a couple tried to do it themselves.
She’d had one guy she saw for a while, and he made a solid effort.
Tanner wiped every thought of whoever that was right out of her brain as he gripped her hips, and she rode him. Tossed her head back, and let him buck underneath her body.
His thumb found the bundle of nerves at her center, and that’s all it took for her to fall. Both literally and figuratively. The orgasm took hold. Her internal muscles clenched around the length of him, and she dropped her head beside his on the pillow.
He finished two thrusts later, but he didn’t pull out right away. He let her stay there, stroking her hair with his hands. Not saying a word, and in the silence saying so much.
“We’re gonna be in Los Angeles,” he said finally, still inside her. “For a couple months. Then headed to do a few shows in Canada.” He kissed, lifted her face so they were nose to nose. “You should come.”
“I just came,” she said, even though she knew that’s not what he meant.
“Come with me,” he clarified.
She shook her head, sliding off of him so he could handle the mess. “I can’t come.”
“Work?” he asked, standing to deal with the condom. Grabbing a Kleenex to toss the whole handful in the trash.
She sat up in the bed. “We’re down a night manager, so things are tight there.”
“Is that really it?” he asked.
She picked at the bedspread.
“What is it, Sam?” He sat beside her, absolutely nude on the bed and not giving a care at all.
She squeezed his hand. “You know what it is.”
If Sami Jo started going to concerts, it wouldn’t be long before someone put two and two together and came up with four.
“Don’t let the fear of what could happen stop you from living.” He lifted the blankets and slipped beside her again.
The room smelled like Tanner, rock star, and sex.
“Tanner…”
“I get it,” he said, holding his hands up. “Don’t push.” He tangled his fingers with hers. “But you are too amazing to hide yourself away.”
“Cause of the thing I did with my tongue?”
Around two a.m. he’d kissed her, and she’d done this thing that she probably couldn’t repeat if she tried, but it involved her tongue against his tongue. He seemed to be really into it, and the sound he made? She came a little on the spot.
“That was fucking brilliant.” He toyed with the ends of her hair. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant.”
“I know you know what I meant.” He rolled her to her back, settling up on his elbows so they were nose to nose, body to body. “Come with me, Sammich. Come with me.”
Her hand automatically went to his hip, holding him right there in that space between her thighs that ached for him again. Already.
