Page 62 of A Song for You

“I have a feeling you’re going to be an excellent student.”

I smile as I shake my head and nestle in closer to him. “Good night, Jay.”

I wake up moaning, my body heated and on the brink of an orgasm.

Needing release more than I probably ever have, I snake a hand down my abdomen to the juncture of my thighs, but instead of finding bare skin, my hand lands on hair, and I grip it when I realize Jay is between my legs and eating me out like I’m his damn breakfast.

“Finally, you’re awake,” he says before licking me again.

I moan nonsensically, not awake enough to form words and too damn turned on to try.

“You are so fucking pretty in the morning,” he growls, swiping his tongue against my clit and watching me. “I want to see just how beautiful you are riding my tongue first thing in the morning. Will you come for me?”

My eyes roll back, and my thighs clench reflexively around Jay’s head at the way he works my clit.

When the phone rings on the bedside table, I groan and reach over to silence it, quickly bringing my hand back to Jay’s hair, pulling on it and pushing his face deeper into my body. He moans against me, murmuring something like, “Yes, ride my face.”

The phone rings again. “Fuck,” I mutter, “it’s my brother.”

Jay doesn’t stop his licking.

“I should get this. What if he’s here?”

That’s unlikely, since no one knows I’m here. But the thought takes me from my brink of an orgasm to practically dead.

Jay presses a finger inside me and rests his chin against my leg, wearing a wicked smirk. “Answer it.”

I narrow my eyes. “You want me to answer my phone while your finger is inside me?”

“You can answer it, or I will, and we both know what that would mean.”

I roll my eyes. “You so wouldn’t.”

He lifts up quickly, like he just might go for my phone.

The action makes me nervous enough to grab for it first, and I squeak out a “hello” before I’ve had time to even take a calming breath.

“Hey, are you coming to brunch?” Carter asks.

“Uh, yeah,” I reply, pulling the phone away from my face to check the time. Fuck, it’s already nine thirty.

“Put him on speaker,” Jay mouths.

I shake my head, and he presses two fingers inside me. Despite my best efforts, the move forces a whimper from my lips.

“You okay?” Carter asks.

I glare at Jay as I put the phone on speaker. “Yup, just, uh, stubbed my toe.”

Ignoring my response, he asks, “Can you get a table for five? I’m running late.”

I laugh. When is Carter not running late? “Sure, is Cash picking up Chase?”

“No, he’s not coming. Jay’s meeting us.”

I regard the man between my thighs in confusion, and in return, he gives me a frustratingly relaxed smile and lazily pumps his fingers in and out of my body. I squeeze my lips shut to keep myself from reacting.

“Oh, is he?”