Spotlight by Eden Finley Page 0,101

much as I’d love to stay right here. I’d only need a couple of minutes.”

Lyric meets my thrusts. “Lucky for us, Maggie took Kaylee to go buy a cake for today. It was my job to come wake you.”

“Then why the fuck have we been chatting?” I run my hand down his bare back to find his naked ass in my palm. “And you’re naked? Since when?”

“Since I tried to wake you with a blowjob and you wouldn’t let me. You’re the reason we’re chatting.”

I reach between us and grip his cock. His eyes flutter closed, and his hips thrust forward. The friction on my dick makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Lyric’s hot breath lands on my skin, and my brain short-circuits to the point my hand stops moving.

“I’ve got you,” Lyric says and takes over.

I’m right. It only takes a few minutes of stroking and grinding for me to come without even having taken off my underwear, and it doesn’t take Lyric much longer.

“That’s a nice way to wake up,” I murmur, sleep claiming my voice.

“Sounds like I almost put you back to sleep.”

“Mm, I want to sleep more.”

“One full-night’s sleep in five years and you want even more? So greedy. But I think Maggie and Kaylee will be back soon, and we should probably clean up the mess in your underwear.”

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Shower?”

“I will never say no to showering with you.”

“I’ll never say no to you for anything.” I don’t realize how much I mean that until the words are out there.

I’d do anything for the man on top of me.

I’ve never had this kind of fullness in my heart with anyone but Kaylee.

Lyric has wormed his way inside, but instead of it feeling like an intrusion, it’s comforting.

It’s a complete feeling—an infinite promise.

I just have to build up the courage to tell him so.

Lyric tries to climb off me, but I stop him and suck in a sharp breath. I prepare to say the words dancing on the tip of my tongue. “Lyric, I …” I’m falling for you. I’ve fallen for you.

I don’t know how to not fuck this up.

“You’re still so out of it,” Lyric says lightly. “I think you function better on less sleep.” He moves off me. “You’re never allowed to sleep in again.”

Moment lost.

After another mind-blowing handjob in the shower—where I have to bite my lip to stop from blurting out my thoughts about Lyric and me together forever at the wrong time—Lyric leaves me to recover and actually wash myself without getting distracted.

When I finally amble downstairs, I find Lyric fussing over a fruit platter.

He’s staring at it like the kiwi fruit’s arrangement on the plate is offensive.

I wrap my arms around him from behind. “Nervous?”

“Were you when you signed your first contract?”

“Fuck yes, but my excitement outweighed my nerves.”

“How were you recruited into Eleven? Had you signed with a label first or—”

“I wanted to move to LA. Joystar was holding auditions—first video auditions and then face-to-face. I sent my video in, got a callback, and the rest was history. Unlike you, I didn’t mind selling out if it gave me a ticket out of Texas.”

Lyric turns and leans against the counter. “What if …”

“What if you made the wrong choice?”

“I’m wondering if I’ll forever be known as the dumb idiot who turned down Cameron Verikas.”

I press myself against him. “Not if you become the first platinum-selling artist on Harley Valentine’s label.”

Lyric touches his forehead to mine and whispers, “Damn, that sounds amazing.”

“It’s normal to be anxious over your first ever record deal. It’s scary and exciting, but you deserve all of it. You deserve everything, Lyric.”

“I want it all with you.”

The words bubble to the surface again, threatening to spill out. I want to tell him. I want to say those three little words that scare the crap out of me.

Before I can, Lyric’s lips touch mine, and like every time he kisses me, my brain goes fuzzy, my heart feels full, and words like love float around in my head.

I get lost in him, so much so I’m taken off guard when Maggie’s voice interrupts us.

“I thought I gave you two plenty of time to get all the kissing out of your systems for the day.”

We pull apart with wide smiles, but mine falls when I see Kaylee’s little face screwed up.

“Kissing is yucky, Daddy.”

“Oh, so sorry.” I run after her while crouching. “I guess you’d hate it when I do