Between Now and Heartbreak - Dylan Allen Page 0,55
you said. I told you it was a terrible idea.” His voice is all seduction and mischief. A million humming birds flutter in my chest at the perfectly wicked smile he’s wearing as he brings his face toward mine.
His eyes glitter green hued promises that make heat curl in my belly, and alarm bells ring in my head.
“What are—”
His lips press softly to mine and cut off my words. My breath catches in my throat and my eyes flutter shut at the touch. His lips are soft, warm and his kiss is as light as gossamer. He starts to pull away and before I can think, I’ve slid a hand into his thick soft hair and I’m pulling his mouth back to mine. He chuckles before he covers my lips with his, shoves a hand into my hair and slides his tongue into my mouth.
And holy God, does it feel good. His hands are everywhere, running down my back, cupping my ass, pushing into the hot space between my legs through the fabric. His fingers find the heat and wet that is building and spilling from me. Through the cotton gusset of my panties, his fingers are blunt and hard and demanding and so good.
I want him. I want him. I want him.
I want everything so much I can’t breathe.
I’m desperate to feel him where I need him.
There’s an ache that started blooming the night I met that only he has been able to soothe.
I groan and grind into his fingers until I feel just a taste of what I know is to come.
“Please,” I whimper and press down.
Suddenly he breaks our kiss, and pulls his hand away from me with a curse. and presses his forehead to mine. I keep my eyes closed while I try to catch my breath and still my thundering heart.
“I’m leaving Beth. It’s time for me to go back home.”
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HELLO HEARTBREAK, MY OLD FRIEND
CARTER
“You knew I wasn’t here for good,” I say when she stiffens.
She pulls out of my hold and scoots down the bench from me.
“Of course. This just feels…sudden.”
“I need to meet with my agent. He’s not taking my calls after what I did last time I saw him. So, I want to go try and do it face to face.”
“I thought you didn’t want to sign that deal.”
“Well, I don’t know that I want that deal. But I want something. I’ve unlocked something and I want to pursue it.”
I’ve always been inspired in the company of other artists, but nothing has been like the inspiration I’ve found in the intimacy of collaboration.
This was the thing my father and I argued about incessantly.
He wanted me to be a star.
I wanted to be part of a group. But, in the end, I did what he encouraged and I have loved my time as a classical pianist.
Being with her has brought that desire rushing in. And my dad wouldn’t resent me anything that made me happy.
“So, are you going to tell me more?” Beth prods me, she’s smiling but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her lips are bruised from my kiss and the dampness from her clings to my fingers. She wants me.
“I’m sorry I dropped that bomb on you. I just didn’t want to go any further until I told you. Now that I have, we need to talk about what’s next.”
Her chest rises sharply and I lean back in, wanting to taste the exhale of the breath she just pulled in.
The loud, metallic burst of sound from my phone cuts through my attempt at seduction like a hot surgical knife and just like that, the spell is broken.
I move away to reach for it and the relief in her eyes fucking stings.
I silence my phone and curse under my breath when I see who it was.
“Something wrong?” She asks casually, like we weren’t inches from kissing again a few seconds ago.
“No, it’s this…girl. She’s coming to town and Nadia gave her my number. Now, she won’t stop calling.” I say.
She stiffens and stands up. “Oh, I see.” The accusation in her voice and the hurt in her expression prick and burst my little bubble.
I slide down the seat so I have a full view of her.
“You see, what?”
“Nothing?” She blinks and moves away from me, crossing her arms defensively.
I step away from her and try to compose myself. It takes about five seconds for me to give up that effort. I’m so over this shit.