He didn’t have to ask what she meant. He knew. Earlier in the night, she’d asked to know him better before they slept together and this was her signal to Johnny that she was ready. Without being aware of his actions, Johnny set down the guitar and crossed to Hope in two long strides. He wrapped his right arm around the small of her back, his other hand shaking as he laid it over her heart, absorbing the erratic beat with his palm.
“Shhh,” he said against her mouth. “You’re safe with me.”
“I know I’m safe, Johnny. Your song did this.”
“Did it?” he managed, backing her up against the smooth balcony wall. Pressing her there and letting the fingertips of his left hand trail down, over her peaked nipples and shuddering stomach, rasping them against the front panel of her panties. “I was only getting started. You want more?”
“Won’t you need the guitar?”
“That would mean I stop touching you, so I’ll pass.” He caught her mouth in a hard kiss, then pressed their foreheads together, holding eye contact as he tucked his fingers inside the waistband of her white, cotton underwear and slipped his middle finger between the split of her sex, teasing her clit, making her moan. “I’m going to play you instead.” Johnny angled his wrist and laid four fingers along the seam of Hope’s pussy, humming the notes he’d written in her ear while pressing down with the corresponding finger.
He only made it halfway through the chord progression when she started whimpering and dampness eased out onto his fingertips. “Johnny,” she gasped. “Oh my—”
He silenced her with a slow, wet kiss, continuing to play her pussy like a guitar as the contact between their mouths grew more heated. “Can I put a finger inside you, Hope?”
Her shaky exhale bathed his lips. “Yes.”
Looking her in the eye, Johnny found her drenched entrance with his middle finger and slowly pushed it in, stopping when he got knuckle deep. A growl worked free of his chest to find her even more snug than he remembered. Earlier he’d almost been in a frenzy to take her, but thankfully, they’d waited until she was ready. Until she trusted him. Hope was a girl you waited an eternity for, if necessary.
Gently working his finger in and out of her wet pussy, Johnny laid his mouth against her ear. “Angel make a beggar kneel. Just for the chance to feel.” He sank that digit deeper inside of her, eliciting a gasp that turned into sob when he found her G-spot and rubbed it in slow circles. “Moonhaired savior, the last of her kind. Breaking me, making me the marrying kind.”
*
After Johnny said those words—making me the marrying kind—Hope tried to meet Johnny’s eyes in the hopes of reading his meaning, but he snagged her mouth in an extremely distracting kiss and she all but levitated off the ground.
Relax, girl. He was just writing a song.
They’d met a matter of hours ago, and while she could admit there was the type of connection between them she’d only ever read in books, even the subtlest hint that he could marry her was wild. Tonight was a magic moment, with this incredible man who was so much more than a famous rock star, more than anyone knew, and she wasn’t going to squander it by trying to guess if he had deeper intentions.
They had tonight and she wanted to savor every last second.
And speaking of savoring, Johnny slipped a second long, thick finger inside of her and the full sensation made her thighs tremble. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned shamelessly into his mouth. The flesh between her thighs constricted around the invasion, creating more wetness and he cursed, rolling his lower body against Hope’s right hip, rubbing his hard bulge side to side, making it grow.
Johnny broke their kiss and trailed his open mouth down her throat, giving her a long lick between her cleavage, before crossing to her left nipple. “Look at these pretty, little tits,” he muttered, flickering his tongue against the bud and making it tighten almost to the point of pain. “Get up here and let me suck them.”
When he started to remove his hand from between her legs, Hope made a sound of protest, but he raked his teeth over her nipple and it made the flesh between her legs pulse wildly. Unexpectedly. Like a starving person seeking sustenance, she hitched her legs up around Johnny’s waist and arched her back, offering her breasts to his mouth.
“Yes, Hope. I love how fucking eager you are. No games, just taking what you need from me.” He shoved his hands down the back of her panties and molded her butt cheeks roughly, grinding her down on his erection. “I want to give you the rest. I want to give you everything.”