He grinned, his pulse increasing when she lightly trailed her lips along his jaw.
“You wanna practice?”
“Yes, please.”
She was kissing his neck now. He couldn’t help but smirk at how quickly she’d flipped moods again. But he’d always known she was emotional—it was one of the things he loved about her, her ability to feel, how sensitive and compassionate she was, even when the flip side of that wealth of emotion sometimes agitated him.
She flicked her tongue against the spot on his neck that she knew always immediately took him to the place where his concentration was only tuned to her.
“Let’s practice right now,” she whispered.
She got up and held out her hand. And as usual, he couldn’t will himself to do anything but take it.
4
“I gotta go,” Destiny sighed.
She was lying on her stomach, her arm bent under her head as she turned to look at Brian. They’d spent the rest of the day locked in his bedroom. She guessed this is what having a “lazy Saturday” really meant. Making love, eating, making love again and lying around listening to music. It was almost like their earlier argument—which she still felt silly about—had never even happened. And although she had a lot of work to do, she couldn’t make herself get up out of the bed. She felt relaxed, a little drugged even. Brian had that effect on her.
“I don’t think you can leave,” he said, reaching to drag her on top of him.
She smiled, pushing herself up so that she was straddling his hips. He tucked his hands behind his head and grinned up at her lazily. She bit her lip as she stared down at him, meeting his eyes. They were eyes you could get lost in. Eyes you could find yourself in. Eyes that could send you soaring with just a glance or ground you with the same efficiency. Just a couple of shades lighter than dark brown, not quite hazel but a rich toffee brown, accented by eyelashes that seemed endless. Brian’s eyes added intrigue to his handsome features, but at the same time softened them in a way that made him a magnet for everyone in his vicinity. His jaw was angled and strong and the permanent five o’clock shadow (despite the fact that he shaved almost daily) added a sexy edge to him that spoke of both experience and a world-weariness that was intriguing.
He was fine.
She grinned and released a small laugh because it’d been less than an hour since they’d made love and she already wanted him again. What kind of a person was she? A horny one, obviously. Brian eyes narrowed quizzically when she chuckled and she grinned sheepishly.
“What?”
She shook her head. “Nothing.” She sighed, looking away. “I really gotta go. I’m on deadline and I don’t have my laptop here, which has my interview on it.”
She just started her new job as a music writer at Volume a month ago and she loved it. After working at UMusic, the music monthly that recently went out of print, she appreciated the balance of freedom and structure that Volume provided. She was able to share more of her ideas and even more excitingly, they were implemented more often than not. Her boss, Nick, respected her, and he showed it, relying on her input and asking her opinions about various artists and even trends that were emerging in the city and region.
She looked back to Brian, whose face was contorted into an exaggerated frown.
“But I don’t think I'm done with you yet,” he said, deliberately making his baritone low, causing her stomach to constrict.
“Really?” she asked, unable to stop herself from grinning.
“Really.”
Her grin turned to a smile. She’d given up wondering when just the sound of his voice or a simple look from him would stop making her stomach do somersaults. It didn’t matter how much time she spent with him…no other person had ever even come close to touching her the way he did.
She traced the letters of her name lightly on the hard planes of his chest with her fingertips, kicking herself for not remembering her damn laptop.
He grinned crookedly. “Are you writing your name on me?”
She nodded, holding back a smile as she stared down at him, knowing her hair was rumpled and disheveled but not caring because it was hard to focus on anything she might’ve perceived as wrong with herself when Brian was looking at her the way that he was.
“I want you to get ‘Destiny’ tatted across your entire chest.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you gonna get ‘Brian’ tatted across your entire chest?”
“No. I’ll get a ‘B’ though,” she offered, still suppressing a grin. He shook his head.
“Nah, a ‘B’ could stand for anything…‘Brandon,’ ‘Benjamin,’ ‘Bullfrog’…”
“Dude, why would it stand for ‘bullfrog’?” she asked, laughing. He shrugged and she giggled harder.