A Love Song for Always - Piper Lawson Page 0,5

along my collarbone, where he knows it makes me shiver, and sends a tendril of heat straight to my core.

I’m so entranced by his words I almost forget. “Half an hour.”

“Hmm?”

“I promised I’d meet Beck this afternoon. He said he had a surprise.”

“Fuck Beck.”

“He’s your best friend,” I remind him.

Tyler eliminates every millimeter of space between us, pressing his tight abs against my heat and inviting me to rub on him as his mouth moves lower. “If he keeps you away, the man is dead to me.”

He massages my breast with his hand, lifting it so his tongue skims along the edge of one cup.

He’s not holding me against him anymore, but I couldn’t move away if I tried. I’m already on fire when he lifts my breast out of the top and sucks on an already-peaked nipple, sending a bolt of need through me.

I yank on his hair hard enough it should hurt. He doesn’t make a sound, just touches me, licks me, grazes his teeth over my sensitive skin until I’m reduced to a pile of wanting.

Out of nowhere, I remember New Year’s Eve. We spent it apart but on a video call, each of us retreating to the roof so we could stare at the same sky.

“Your memory will keep me warm until you’re back,” I told him.

“I’ve never left. My heart is with you.”

We talked for hours, wishing for time, for space. For this moment.

I swallow, fighting the wave of emotion in my chest. I don’t want some quickie in the few minutes we have. But it’s all I’m going to get.

He yanks on the string at the side of my bikini, and the fabric gives way, baring me to his view.

With a knowing look, he moves down my body. “What’s that smile?” His mouth vibrates against my skin in a way that makes me tremble.

“Rae said to leave a sock on the front door.”

“We’re not in college anymore,” he reminds me. As if I need a reminder he’s not the boy I grew up with, but a man. “This is my house, and I will fuck my fiancée until she screams. I don’t care who hears.”

I’m breathless even before his tongue paints a line down my wet slit.

My fingers dig into his hair and the sight before me steals not only my oxygen, but my need for it.

The skyline of Hollywood, Sunset, and the surrounding streets, stretching to the ocean.

My rebel prince. His hand—the one dark with ink, with roses and swirls—traces up the inside of my thigh, higher and higher, as he devours me.

Heat rolls over me in a consuming wave. It’s not the sun or the balmy air, but Tyler’s relentless mouth lighting fires in every nerve.

I want to take this slowly, but I’m too overwhelmed. My heart and my body feed off each other, off him, and when he sucks right above where his fingers are playing, I break apart like a wave on the shore.

It’s not enough. Nowhere near.

When I come down from the climax, I shift forward, reaching for the button on his jeans.

But Tyler bats my hand away.

“Later.” His raspy voice is a promise. “We have plans after you’re done with my ex-best friend.”

“You want me to wait,” I echo, already aware of the emptiness between my thighs now that his fingers have gone.

A smile ghosts across his face as he reaches for the strings on my bikini bottoms, fastening one side, then the other.

“This pout.” His lips brush over mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue. “I forgot how much I missed it.”

“You could reacquaint yourself with it now.” It’s shameless. I don’t even care. In fact, I think I’ve won when he traces the outline of my mouth with a calloused fingertip.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, the eyes I love burning with arousal and cockiness. “I will fuck every inch of this. And you.”

He hauls himself out of the water, leaving me gawking at his dripping body.

I’m already thinking about begging him to come back and finish what we started when the phone alarm goes off.

4

As I slide out of the car, I stare at the text I fired off to my stepmom on the way to the club.

Annie: Tyler and Dad are buying Wicked? WTF???

Deciding it’s a little harsh, I add one more.

Annie: Safe travels from Dallas tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you all.

I pocket the phone and trip into the back entrance of BLUE, shoving aside the million questions that feel as if they