A burst of warmth crashed over my skin. Eliciting chills. Overpowering heat.
Alexis slid onto the bench beside me. So full of that good and grace, and my fingers stilled on the keys. I struggled to draw a breath into my lungs that burned from the exertion of playing her song.
“I’m sorry I startled you.” Her words were quieted, like she didn’t want to break the passion knitted through the room.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I could hear you playing…the door was unlocked, so I let myself in.” She fidgeted in that innocent way. “I hope that’s okay.”
Carefully, I nodded. “Of course it’s okay.”
My gaze traced the exquisite lines of her body. She was wearing these super tight skinny jeans that instantly had my mind running wild, and a delicate blouse that teased my thoughts into wicked things.
Lust.
It tangled in my stomach and pulsed through my veins.
A scatter of glittering golds struck against her porcelain skin like a torch.
But it was the girl who was lighting up the room.
My chest tightened. She was some kind of miracle. I wanted to reach out and take a little magic for myself.
Sheets of white hair framed her sweet face, her cheeks flushed, her lips lush. But it was her eyes that staggered me. They were a storm that had gathered on the Caribbean. The deepest, most destructive kind of blue.
Her voice was a plea. “Sing it to me.”
I sat there dumbfounded, and she continued like a prayer. “It’s so beautiful. The song you were playing. It’s the same you were playing the first day I came here, isn’t it? Sing it to me. I bet you have an incredible voice, don’t you, little drummer boy?”
Her voice was muted, so quiet in the backdrop of the setting sun.
Chest heaving, I struggled against the desire that bounded and churned. My cock was so goddamned hard it neared on painful, begging for her touch. “Those are words I won’t ever get to sing.”
“Why?”
“Because they hurt too much.”
She fluttered her fingertips over the star on the back of my hand. Soft, soft encouragement. “Outside…I stood and listened. The song…it sounded both like sorrow and hope. It’s sounded like you want to believe.”
God.
How did this girl manage to see straight through me?
My tongue felt heavy and thick. “It’s the culmination of every wish and every regret, Alexis. So yeah, there’s hope in it. But I guess the part that makes it sad is that I won’t ever get to have it.”
My hands lingered on the keys, and she reached out and set her hand on top of mine.
Warmth and light.
It invaded my senses. Clouded my judgment.
My hand flipped over, palm up, and she threaded her fingers through mine. Her head angled, so soft, this girl so fucking good.
“What is it you want, Zee? What is it you can’t have?”
You.
You.
You.
Flames leapt into that space between us. Alive and dancing and inciting.
A siren’s call.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I was shaking as I lifted our entwined hands. I brushed my knuckles along the silky flesh of her cheek. I swore I saw the trail of pink it left behind, the simplest touch affecting this girl.
She released a shuddered breath. It mingled with mine.
Our mouths were close—too close—and our noses just touched as we hovered in that space.
“I want things that will only ruin me, Alexis. But you…you make me want to wish for them anyway. Make me believe there’s a chance that maybe they could belong to me.”
Tension tethered us, this rigid band that had me rocking in indecision, every second getting closer and closer as I fought the foolish ideas that tried to take root.
Giving in would only destroy me. But none of that seemed to matter when I leaned in and brushed my lips at the corner of her mouth.
Her fucking delicious mouth.
Because fuck. I just needed a taste. Something to take with me. Something to tuck away, even when doing it felt like some kind of brutal tease.
Alexis gasped at the contact. I edged back the barest fraction, and she was panting these tiny breaths.
Breaths I was breathing.
Her eyes locked on mine. Hungry and pleading. Brimming with belief and hope.
I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth where my lips had just been. “You are so beautiful. I’ve never met a girl quite like you.”
Something so genuine took hold of her expression. “I hardly know you…and somehow you make me feel like I am. Like when you look at me…you see the person I always hoped I’d become.”
Everything stilled at her words.
At her confession.
Because that’s what I wanted.
For this amazing girl to know the way I saw her. That in her space, I felt something different from all the bullshit I’d dealt with for all my life.
I felt like someone different. Someone better. Like the person I’d once hoped I’d become.
I clutched her stunning face in my hands, searching for resolve. For that dedication that right then somehow felt out of reach.
“Zee,” she whispered.
That was all it took for that band to snap.
My hands drove into her hair. And my mouth? My mouth was devouring hers.
Frenzied in its demand. Pleading the same way as her eyes had been pleading with me. Saying all the things I couldn’t ever say.
Our tongues tangled, and my spirit coiled. Heat spread in a flashfire of need. Lust rose in the knitted air, like this intangible greed we both were grappling for, searching for the fastest way to get to the peak.
Our hands searched and clawed and explored. We were a mess of limbs as we struggled to get closer to each other where we sat side by side on the bench.
“Zachary…Zachary,” she whimpered, grasping me by the back of the head. She crawled forward so she could straddle me.
Motherfuck.
My hands sank into her hips, and she edged up and pressed those gorgeous tits against the wild beat thundering in my chest. A groan rumbled out from somewhere in my soul.
She felt so perfect. So good.
I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Claim her.
My dick raged against its confines, all that delicious heat at the apex of her thighs grinding against my jean-covered cock.
It’d been too long. Too damned long. I was goin’ out of my mind.
“Fuck…Alexis…Lex. I need you…God, I need you so bad I can’t fucking see.”
“I think I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Not in all my life.” It was all a manic whimper between this frantic kiss, her words and her breath rushing over me.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
My hands slid up her sides before they fisted in her hair. I kissed her deeply—madly—before I forced myself to pull back.
Alexis panted and gasped. Blue eyes wild. Raging with need.
Blinking, I attempted to clear my head of the lust distorting all my loyalties. I cleared my throat, loosened my hold in her hair, and slowly edged back.
“I…” I trailed off.