Page 140 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Henry slid her hair over her shoulder, let his gaze trail down her body like a caress, and Lyric swallowed. “Feel better?” he inquired once his pretty eyes met hers again.

“Depends,” Lyric teased, tapping her finger against his clavicle and sliding it south. “Did you only bring me in here to wash my hair?”

“Depends.” He mirrored her, except it was his lips he pressed to her collarbone, not just his fingertip. “Does it make you uncomfortable that the others are just outside?”

Lyric shook her head, her heart beating faster at the promise in his gaze. “They all know anyway.”

His hands framed her hips, and he backed her against the wall. The tiles were cold at first, but the warm mist from the spray and the heat from Henry’s body were enough that she didn’t care.

“I’ll take care of you,” Henry murmured into her skin, tightening his fingers around her hips and tilting her up for him.

It left her slightly off balance, her shoulders taking the brunt of her own weight for a split second before Henry dropped to his knees. He tucked Lyric’s knee over his shoulder and mouthed at the inside of her thigh. She relaxed her weight down onto one foot, her shoulders still pressing hard into the tile, but as Henry kissed up her thigh and finally parted his lips around her clit, she didn’t care.

Trapping a moan behind her lips, Lyric canted her hips into his touch. Heat raced over her skin, the steam from the shower and the warmth in Henry’s attention almost too much.

No matter what he promised, he was already taking care of her. Lyric was purely blissed out from the magic he’d worked on her scalp, and the gentle touches he’d traced over her entire body still tingled even now.

Lyric could try to blame the stress of the interview for her lack of decency—breaking Henry’s rule on the bus, in the shower—but the truth of the matter was she didn’t care. Not with the way Henry’s tongue flicked over her, sending shivers and pleasure skittering across her senses like sparks. His fingers bit into her hips, slid over her thighs, and held her steady as he made her legs weak one taste at a time.

His pace was achingly slow, and Lyric threaded her fingers through his wet locks, trying to pull him closer, hinting for more. Stubbornly, he refused to speed up, refused to do anything other than leisurely swipe his tongue across her like he was savoring a dessert.

Lyric enjoyed being savored, but after he’d washed her entire body, every touch just shy of where she wanted it, she didn’t have the patience. She wanted to explore him, wanted to feel him all around her, inside her.

“Henry,” Lyric whined.

He drifted his lips away, and the warm wave of pleasure ebbed. With a tilt of his head, he nipped the inside of the thigh over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he promised, his words drifting over her skin.

Lyric didn’t have a single doubt about that.

At least not until Henry slid her leg off his shoulder and stood up after shutting the water off. Where was he going? Could he clearly not see that stopping was the last thing she wanted to do?

“Henry, what—” Lyric began to ask before she was scooped up. “Henry!” she hissed.

The others were just outside, where the hell was he—

“It’s fine, I shut the door earlier,” he explained.

Lyric wrapped her hands around his neck, and her legs around his waist. She slid against Henry’s warm skin, and his grip must have been slippery too, but it felt so good for Henry’s fingers to bite into her upper thigh and waist.

Still, he managed to get the door open without her help, and Lyric bit her bottom lip as the cool air of the bus hit her. Henry headed straight for her nest, and the muted voices on the other side of the door rose in volume.

“What did you do?” she asked, hiding her smile in his shoulder.

“Nothing, I just told them the rest of the bus was off limits until I said so.” He swiped her key over the wall magnet, and the door unlocked with a click.

“And they didn’t argue?”

His answer was to lower her to the bed, fix her with his hazel stare, and arch a brow. “Right,” she said, choking back a giggle. “Of course they wouldn’t argue.”

He walked back to the door, and Lyric watched the muscles in his back flex and move like waves in the ocean as he engaged the lock.

Her gaze dripped down his figure, studying his peach of an ass with a smirk. He turned, tugging her gaze back to his face, a question stamped on his features. “Like what you see?”

“Very much,” Lyric replied with an eager nod.

Now if only he’d get close so she could explore all of him…

He granted her wish, propping his palms on either side of her head and hovering over her. His heat surrounded her, and she arched up into him like a flower seeking the sun.