“No, Brice. Say it.”
“I’m filthy. I’m fucking filthy.” I moan and throw my head back. “I’m so fucking filthy, and I want you to keep fucking me, you bastard.”
He rips into me and I’m glowing, I’m exploding, I’m tumbling into heaven and I can’t handle it anymore, I lean forward and bite his arm and come so hard I feel like my spine might break out of my skin, everything explodes into a white-hot heat of utter bliss, and there are only his moans and his breathing, and I feel him come too, filling me to the brim with warmth.
We finish in a heap on the floor. I lie on his chest, breathing hard. He smiles to himself and reaches between my legs. I shiver, so sensitive, and his fingers come up pink.
“You weren’t kidding,” he whispers and there’s a slight awe in his tone. “You really did try to keep yourself pure, didn’t you?”
“It’s just what I was supposed to do.” I feel myself blushing so bright and hot I think my cheeks might burst. “Don’t make me feel bad about it.”
“Oh, no,” he whispers and makes me look at him. “I’d never, ever make you feel bad about it. Now come on, let me get you in the shower and clean you off again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I would.”
He kisses me softly, almost tenderly, and pulls me tighter against him.
Chapter16
Brice
Isit in the back of the limo with Carmine by my side and I try not to throw sideways glances at him the whole time we’re driving.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what we did in that music room. After we showered off together and he had to go take some calls, I went back and stared at the wreckage, at the ruined guitars and the smear of blood and cum on the piano lid, and it was like two animals had gone at each other in there. I could barely recognize myself in the remains, it was like someone else had taken over my body and done all those things. I’d never once taken off a man’s belt, put my hands down his boxer briefs, sucked his cock without any thought to what I might’ve looked like, and never, ever, let a man fuck me before.
And yet I lost my mind and for one glorious, blissful half hour, it felt perfect.
I cleaned up after that. I couldn’t let Haleena see what we’d done. And anyway, my brain was screaming at me to find order in the chaos. Carmine caught me scrubbing the piano and all he said was, “You were so close, filthy girl. So damn close.”
Now we’re riding together in silence and all I want to do is talk about what happened yesterday, but we haven’t broached the subject. He had business late and didn’t come home until I was already asleep, and he was up and out of bed before I woke around nine. I don’t know how he does it but the man manages to run around with more energy than I could ever dream of while getting even less sleep than I do.
“You really didn’t need to come with me, you know,” I say and watch as he lazily looks toward me with that infuriating smile.
“I know that, but this is my wedding too, and I don’t want you to pick some cheesy venue I’ll hate.”
“I have something like a month to plan an entire high-society wedding. You’re basically going to take whatever you get and be happy about it.”
“Oh, baby, do you really think I’m that kind of man?”
“No, you’re right, you’re definitely more demanding than that.”
He laughs softly and leans closer. “And you love it.”
I work my jaw and shake my head. “You know, if there were any lingering feelings about what happened yesterday, being around you is doing a good job of making them disappear.”
“We both know that’s not true. I’m sure you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you on that piano ever since it happened.”
“Not even remotely.”Actually, yes, constantly, you asshole.
“Tell me something. When you cleaned up our little mess, did you lick every drop off the piano top and the floor?”
I make a face and shake my head. “You’re disgusting.”
“I would’ve made you clean every lovely spill with your tongue. Would you have liked crawling around on your hands and knees, licking up puddles of my cum from the floor?”
“That’s too far, even for you.”
“That’s your problem, filthy girl. You still think there’s such a thing astoo farbut the only limits are those that we impose on ourselves.”