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Lost to the sensations, she managed to pull him free, her thumb teasing the underside of his head. He was a deep purple with need, the skin stretched tight and wet from her and him mixing together.
She made a soft, slow exhale as she finally took all of him. She met his gaze as he ground against her and pulled out only to pound into her again. The piano shuddered under her, the thunderous clash of notes drowning out his growling pants.
Logan was relentless. Whatever demons that had been driving the song had been unleashed on her. She took it all, welcomed this side of him and answered with her own greedy mouth urging him to give her more. Tongues and teeth fought for dominance with open-mouthed kisses that led to a heated lash of tongue along her throat.
The pace couldn’t last, there was too much aggression on both their parts. She reached between them, her fingers sliding around his thrusting cock where they were joined. She stroked the pulsing vein along the underside of his cock and was rewarded with a deep guttural groan that was her name and an oath wrapped into one. With her other hand, she twisted her fingers in his hair and sobbed into his mouth, lost to the orgasm that snuck up on her and left her shattered.
He turned his face into her neck and with the words that always wrecked her, he glued those pieces back together again.
“Izzy, mine.”
Twelve
He couldn’t quite step back from her. That would mean leaving her and probably tripping over his own feet. Jesus, he hadn’t even gotten his jeans past his knees. And the old piano definitely wasn’t meant for that kind of action.
There hadn’t been time to switch gears. He’d channeled his worry and anxiety over Izzy being out without him by working on a song. The al
bum was nearly done—or so he’d thought. Lately these anger-filled songs were growing in number. And it took a little time to come down from them. Nor did he ever let someone hear the raw versions outside of the band.
But she’d just been there. Her eyes wide and heated. Hell, even her body had responded. Her nipples had been tight and raised under the shirt she’d hijacked from his closet. Reacting to the music, to him, and the moment. He’d never been the type to have groupies in the studio, and the few actual relationships he’d had over the years had been very separate from this side of him.
With good reason. That visceral reaction was crazy intense, and she already made him feel too goddamn much.
Her fingers slid down to his ass and squeezed before coasting up his back. “Wow. Is this how songwriting goes all the time?”
He laughed into her neck. “How do you think I keep Zeke around?”
“I see. I’ll play stand in, anytime.” She hooked her arm around his neck and grinned up at him.
Relief washed over him at her teasing. He tucked his hands under her and lifted her off the piano to slide to the floor. She wobbled a little and he tugged her in against his chest.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt a session, but wow. That was amazing, Logan. Is that on the new album?”
He hiked his jeans back up. “I don’t know. I just wrote it.”
“Like that? I—geeze. Is it always like that?”
He kissed her forehead. “No, definitely not.” He glossed his hand over the chipped and scarred surface still warm from her body. He’d go mad if every song was like that.
She brushed the backs of her knuckles down his cheek. “I want to go home, Logan. With you.”
Relief and the nerves he’d been carrying warred in his chest. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I miss home. I miss being home with you.”
He swung his arm around her shoulders and crushed her to him. Thank fuck.
She looped her arms around his back. “I might live in the studio if this is one of the perks.”
“Deal.” He loosened his grip and bent his knees to toss her over his shoulder. “But first, a shower.”
She laughed and wiggled until he brought his hand down on her ass. “Revenge will be mine, King. Just you wait.”
After a long, leisurely shower, they made plans to leave that night. Both of them were more than ready to get back to Winchester Falls and the traffic out of the city was far easier to navigate on the off hours.
They both spent the evening packing and making phone calls. Finally Izzy cried mercy and they took a power nap. Three hours later they were taking the elevator down to the parking garage.
“So, do we have a crazy sports car or some vintage Chevy to drive home in?”
