Joel taps out the beat to Don't Fear the Reaper-the song has a killer drum solo—as he stares.
That's bad news. He only pulls out Blue Oyster Cult when he's really antsy.
"Ethan and Mal are already in the practice room. They're working on some duet thing." She looks to Joel. "Someone should stop them before they take it in a screamo direction."
Joel cocks a brow.
Piper nods.
Joel shoots me an I'm not buying this look but he does hightail it to the practice room.
Piper shifts off her chair. She wipes her hands on her jeans and takes a step closer. "I really should go."
"Where's the interview?" I ask.
"It's just down the street, on sixth. It's a more casual place but it might be worth the loss of tips to be able to walk to work." She looks at me like she's planning how to get me into bed in as few steps as possible. Then she's pinning her hips to mine. "I guess we shouldn't."
"We shouldn't." Even so, I cup the back of her head and bring her lips to mine.
She tastes like coffee and sugar.
She tastes good.
She groans into my mouth as she digs her fingers into my upper arms.
I press my palm into her lower back, holding her body against mine.
I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of kissing Piper.
She sighs as she pulls back. "Fuck, I really should go."
"Me too."
Still, she stares into my eyes.
Still, I pull her into another slow, deep kiss. My tongue dances with hers. My fingers fumble with the hair tie holding together her ponytail.
We shouldn't kiss like this.
It's only a matter of time until somebody comes out here to grab me.
But I don't care.
I want Piper's body against mine. I want her lips on mine. I want her moaning from my touch.
Somehow, I force myself to pull back. She's staring at me, her blue eyes full of desire and affection. Every part of my body begs me to take her upstairs, throw her on her bed, and plant my face between her legs.
My head steps in enough that I don't.
"I really have to go." She reaches back to fix her hair then she grabs her purse. "I'll be here when practice ends. If Mal and Ethan leave... or we can go somewhere... or it's okay if you have plans. Just let me know, you know, when you're done with practice."
I nod. "I will."
I watch her walk away—fuck does she have a fantastic ass—then make my way to our practice room.
Joel shoots me a concerned look but his voice stays even. He nods to Ethan, tuning his guitar as he gushes about Violet. "He's never going to stop."
"You don't know what it's like to wake up next to someone you love every day." Ethan gets a dreamy, far off look in his eyes.