My fingers move faster and faster, my clit swelling and pulsing as the orgasm builds inside. Working my body, I bite my bottom lip, moaning quietly. My muscles tense up as I come hard, the sensation so intense I have to catch myself against the wall.
Water spills over my face, my breathing intense and labored as I try to gather my thoughts. I'm not sure where this is coming from. I've never been so attracted to someone that I had to go home after a one night stand and get myself off.
Finishing my shower, I dry off and pull on my robe. Inhaling a deep breath, I can still smell Ian, sending another shiver up my spine. Smirking to myself, I feel light and giddy as I search my fridge for a snack.
Making a small plate of crackers and cheese, I pour a cup of juice and walk to my couch. The note from Ian catches my eye, so I snag it off the fridge and sit down. Popping a cracker and piece of cheese into my mouth, I read his note again.
I don't know what it is, but this little note makes me warm all over. It's a simple note, nothing really special about it. But I can hear him saying it, I can hear his tone, and feel his words.
Glancing over at my guitar, open mic night flashes through my head. I fucking bombed. It was terrible. My cheeks heat at the thought of singing at the top of my lungs to a room that didn't care, and being pushed off the stage by half-naked women.
Ian said I sounded great. My eyes fall back to the note in my hand. He sounded truthful, like he actually meant what he was saying.
Eyeing the guitar, I'm suddenly struck with a new song. The first few words are there instantly, flowing through my head over and over.
What if you were told no one cared?
What if you were told no one wanted you?
What if you thought you weren't good enough?
Would you just live with all the consequences?
It's so clear, screaming inside my head, forcing me to pay attention.
Snatching the guitar off the couch, I head to the small metal platform of the fire escape. The weather is perfect, the sky clear, and the air warm.
Strumming the strings, I feel a new excitement for being here. I was hoping to be inspired with all the musical history of Memphis.
I never expected to be inspired by a man who yelled at me the first time we met, and then fucked me four days later.
As I sit on the tiny platform, singing and playing, I'm happy.
This is why I'm here. I'm not giving up just yet, I can't.
And I have Ian to thank for helping me lift my head back up.
There's a light shining on my soul.
6
Ian
She's beautiful.
Gently running my fingers down her naked shoulder as she sleeps, I can't take my eyes off of her. Her skin is soft, warm, and all I want to do is touch her all over.
I should get up and get to work, because Grey wants to start on another job already just to stay ahead. But I can't pull myself away from her.
Her nose twitches and her eyes flutter behind her lids. Her lips part slightly as she exhales and turns onto her back. Loose strands of hair frame her face, covering her cheek. Her messy mane is spread across my pillow, spilling around her head like gold water.
Goddamn, she's stunning.
Brushing the hair away from her face, I kiss her lightly on her forehead. I could do this all day. I could lay here under the blankets, and just stare at her. Fuck working when I have this gorgeous woman in my bed.
Running my fingers all over her bare skin, I move across her stomach, up her ribs, across her neck, and follow her jawline into her hair. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face as I notice bites I left on her last night.
She's marked for now.
Anyone who sees her is going to see the marks I made. Those aren't the only ones either; she gave me some of her own. Reaching over my shoulder, the pads of my fingers trace the raised skin of scratches from her nails.
The clock on the nightstand catches my attention, and I can't put it off any longer. I have to get up. Dragging myself away from her and out of bed, I throw on some clothes and brush my teeth. The sun is just coming up, and it's starting to stream through the blinds.
Writing her a quick note, I take one last look at her in my bed. She rolls again, causing the blanket to slip down and expose her tits. I'm so damn tempted to tear my clothes off and jump back in bed with her.