Provoke_ A Seaside Pictures Novella (Seaside Pictures #3.7) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,30

heart inside, of the life we were given when others died. This is our anthem, our new song, repeat it over and over for the gone.”

I stopped playing and gazed back into Piper’s eyes.

Her beautiful face was streaked with tears, and then she launched herself across the couch, grabbed my face, and kissed me everywhere she could.

I dropped my guitar onto the carpet and kissed her back hard, as much as I could, trying to show her my gratitude. The love I felt budding in my chest, the way she made me feel when she had no reason to stay but did anyway.

I picked her up and set her in my lap.

And then she was pulling at my shirt.

I wondered how I’d ever lived without her hands touching my skin. My shirt went flying, followed by hers, and then I just went for it, unhooking her bra, cupping her perfectly full breasts in my hands. They were so sensitive I could feel every gasp, every moan as I kissed her again, while she went for the button of my jeans and gripped my length in her hand.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I didn’t do one-night stands. I’d had sex in high school then promptly stopped once I started getting famous because I had no idea if it was real or if I was just a celeb they wanted to screw.

So, it had been a few years.

I groaned, feeling myself harden in her hand to a painful degree as my body surged with adrenaline, need, and a greedy desire to bite and mark every inch of her skin.

“Damn, your hand feels good,” I muttered against her mouth.

“I bet I know what would feel better,” she teased.

And then I did it.

I gripped her by the ass and laid her across my coffee table, jerking off her sweats in the process, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pale pink underwear that I was going to rip off of her with my teeth. Okay ,maybe not. Be a gentleman, not a caveman. I pulled them down to her ankles and threw them next to the rest of our clothes. “I’m suddenly so thankful I missed dinner.”

“What—?” Her hips bucked off the table as I licked, exploring her like she was mine—because she was, no take backs. Ever. Her soft moans and breathless pants were like little instructions for where she wanted my tongue, where she wanted my hands as they freely roamed up her body. My fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as she went wild beneath my mouth. “You taste…” I wanted to roar. “Like dessert.” I looked up. “Apologies for calling you dinner.” And then I used one finger, then two, and felt the exact spot she needed me the most as her legs shook around me.

The minute my fingers touched, she was gone, and I finally heard what I’d been waiting for all my life—my girl screaming my name as she felt her release.

My girl.

The one made for me.

The one who didn’t care that I was broken and kissed me anyway.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, swirling my tongue around hers, tasting her, knowing she tasted herself on me. I got so ridiculously turned on that she did, I almost lost all control.

I gripped her wrists, pinning them over her head. “Tell me you’ll stay.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I think leaving right now would destroy me.”

“I need you,” I admitted. “But if you want to stop…”

“I need you too,” she confessed. “Have me. I’ve been yours since the minute you called me out on my missing buttons.”

With a laugh, I kissed her again then lowered my body over hers, enjoying the sensation of our skin meeting. It was like writing the perfect song, the way her body played for me. The little sounds she made that told me she was desperate for me and me alone.

Addicting.

I kissed her harder and then teased her entrance, only to have Piper, play-by-the-rules Piper, hook her ankles around me and pull me in all the way to the hilt.

I almost blacked out as sweat pooled at the small of my back. Before my body could take over, my mind caught up, and I froze.

“Uh, Piper…? I don’t do one-night stands, but we didn’t use any protec—”

She cut me off with a hard kiss and a whispered, “I’m on the pill.” And then she moved her hips, not me.

I loved it.

I loved that she created her own