So much for the love song. He was painting a depressing picture of hungover heartbreak.
Hope glints against the darkness
Pinpricks of light
Fill the night sky
Moonage daydreams
And her star burns bright
I covered my mouth with my hands to stifle a gasp. I loved the Bowie reference, and the unexpected turn from pessimism to hope took me completely off guard. His eyes opened, and he sang the chorus, baring his soul, wide-open.
Constellations turn
Turn around in flight
Stars shine
Shine against the night
Wish I may
Wish I might
Find my one true love’s light.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, as the revelation of what he’d meant by calling me Star Shine hit me. He strummed a few more chords, then dropped into a minor key, and sang, “This is where the bridge will go.” Then went back to the chorus, but he was laughing now. He sang it again, then stopped. “I haven’t really finished it.”
He set the guitar to the side, and I took the opportunity to rush him. His chest shook as I climbed into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“That was incredible.”
“You think?” His eyebrow dipped with suspicion, like I might be humoring him.
“Amazing. Really. You need to finish it.”
He nuzzled into my neck, and his lips brushed my skin, lighting me up like the stars in his song. He whispered in my ear. “Maybe I will now that I know how it ends.”
I didn’t know what to say. How could he think of me as the one he was searching for? Was he just looking for a body to fill the void, the empty house?
“Shane.”
“Don’t panic. I know we’re just getting to know each other. I’m really not this impulsive.” He adjusted his position and created space between us. “Normally, I wouldn’t even be able to be so honest with someone like this, but I keep finding new reasons to think that maybe this is stronger than I thought it could be.”
“What do you mean?”
He ran his tongue along his lower lip, and I followed it with my eyes, jealous. I wanted to suck on that lower lip, but he was clearly contemplating. I didn’t know if he was hesitant to extrapolate or if he was searching for the right words. Finally he said, “When I first saw you, I knew I wanted you. Physically, I mean. I considered myself a lucky guy when you felt the same way.”
My heart beat a bit faster. I’d wanted him right away, too. “Mmm but you get sexier every minute.”
“The more I learn about you, the more I like you. The more I think you might be the girl from my song.”
My pulse traveled south and was now drumming out an urgent need.
“You think you created me with your art? Be careful, you know how that usually works out.”
“How’s that?”
“She’ll wrap herself around you and never let go.”
His arms snaked around my waist. “That would be terrible.”
There was mounting evidence he was being sarcastic, and I adjusted myself so I could feel that evidence in just the right place. Face to face with him, I gave into my growing need to be as close to him as physically possible and pressed my lips against his. He sighed and slid his strong hands inside my shirt, holding my back, drawing me to him for a lingering kiss.
When I looked down, my eyes landed on the bulge in the center of my view, and I reached down and unsnapped his jeans. Just like that.
“Layla,” he sighed.
I slid down the zipper. Shane’s boxers beyond didn’t provide much in the way of camouflage, and something monstrous lurked beneath the white fabric. I had a wanton desire to wrap my lips around that part of him.
I lay one hand on his thigh and nudged him onto the sofa, where he fell back. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that to weave his fingers in my hair. His hooded eyes mirrored the desire I felt.
There he lay on the sofa, partially naked, totally panty-melting. I got down on my knees. Yup, just like the song.
It was time to get to know his penis in greater detail. We’d only had a brief introduction, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen the night before.
He watched me without protest, as I grabbed the waist of his jeans and boxers in my fists and tugged them down. I was glad he didn’t try to tell me not