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Suddenly I’m deeply regretting telling him that. “Yeah, but that was high school. And I didn’t say I was any good. I just kind of…blended in.”
“Think of it the same way now. We’re singing together. Blending in.”
“I don’t know, Devon…I feel like I’m just going to ruin the song.”
He smiles. “I promise you won’t ruin anything.”
Devon waits for me to answer, but I’m too self-conscious to say yes. He has such a gorgeous voice. How can I sing with him without completely embarrassing myself?
Finally, he says, “All right. I’m going to play it again. You don’t have to join in, but if you do, it’ll make me happy. Sound good?”
I give him a silent nod.
He starts to play again, and the music sweeps over me. He sings the first verse with his eyes closed, just like he did the first time. And as he approaches the chorus, my nerves vibrate, bubbling up in me as I wet my lips and take a brave breath.
The chorus begins, and I join him. Softly at first, and, admittedly, a little off-key. But when he opens his eyes and smiles at me, he gives me the confidence to sing a little louder, and I find the harmony. We finish singing the chorus, our voices melting together, the new complexity of the sound shocking my ears.
My voice retreats as Devon moves into the second verse. He keeps looking at me through it, as if the words he’s singing were always meant for me.
I’m completely taken by him. Not because he’s a famous rock star, not because of any of that. I see him for who he really is, what kind of man he is, all his desires and worries and the most vulnerable parts of himself.
The chorus approaches again and now we’re singing together once more, and we’re still looking at each other. My heart is racing like mad. I want this song to go on forever. I don’t want to lose this moment. I don’t see how anything after this will ever feel as good.
But the end comes. He plays the last chord, the notes dissolving into the air. Softly, softly, fading into silence.
And then he sets his guitar aside, and leans across the couch, and presses his lips to mine.
I wither against Devon, dizzy with disbelief. He glides a hand over my neck and digs it into my hair, and I open my mouth to his tongue. I’m hot everywhere, aching with intense need.
He pulls his mouth off mine, breathing heavily. “Is this too much?”
“No,” I choke out. “Don’t stop.”
He crushes his mouth to mine again, our kiss deepening, our tongues entwining. When he grabs my hips and wrenches me onto his lap, I moan with pleasure into our kiss. I sink onto his lap, incredibly aware of the massive hard-on beneath his fly. I push down, pressing my pussy against him, and he groans into our kiss.
Devon’s hands slide over me, all over my curves, his hands moving as if he’s claiming me as his. I dig my hands through his hair, wanting everything from him—and to give my whole self to him. Over and over again.
I break our kiss and tilt my forehead against his. “Do you have a condom?”
He lets out a low grunt. “No. Fuck.”
The idea of him driving into me bare is hotter than I want to admit, but it’s not an option. Not when I’ve been doing all I can to be as fertile as possible for my sperm donor baby. God, the irony. I finally find a guy I want to have wild sex with, and we can’t do it.
At least not in this moment.
“Okay,” I say, sliding off his erection, trying to cool things off.
“Sorry,” he sighs, looking at me with regretful and needy eyes. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s just, we can’t. I’m not on anything.”
He wets his lips. “I know. You want to have a baby.”
There’s a moment of neither of us saying anything. A question hangs in the air, heavy and crazy and impossible to say.
Then Devon squeezes my thigh and says, “Hey. C’mere.”
My heart trips. “What?”
