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She tips her head. “Kind of in my blood. Today I make the decision to do something I’ve always wanted to do. Become a vocal performer and write songs. I didn’t have the courage for that before.”
“A singer?”
Nodding, I bite my lip. Admitting my dreams seems daunting, but I want him to know. I want to be real with him. “There was this song in my head and in a dream. I wrote it down today, and now, I think it’s… it’s something to start doing and stop dreaming about it.”
Like my fortune cookie said.
“Wait right here.”
He sprints out of the room.
Great. I scared him away before I could even sing a note.
“Will you?” He holds out a guitar to me.
My eyes widen and then soften. He plays? Of course he plays.
We get comfortable in our seats again, and I begin to strum the strings.
The second my voice utters a note, his jaw drops. I sing to him exactly everything I’m feeling. The song I’ve been dreaming of about him. I needed to let it out.
“Nicklin, that was… amazing. You should do this. You should definitely be chasing this dream.”
I put down the guitar and move toward him, leaning over him in the dining room chair with my hands on the shoulders.
“I have something else I want to do.” I lean down and kiss him with every ounce of passion inside of me.
Riggs doesn’t hesitate to open up and allow me to swoop in. I moan at the sweet taste of maple syrup, and what I can only say is clearly him. And he tastes good.
I lift his hands to my hips and straddle his lap. I have never been this forward before. Men always took the lead, and I let them, but there’s a safety here. I’m cherished in Riggs’s eyes, so much so that I can be a little more demanding.
Both my knees trap his hips as he sits on the dining chair. I slide down and brush over his growing erection, causing jolts and goosebumps to rush through my system.
This is being alive. This is living.
His hands surround my hips and hold me in place, stopping me from moving like I desperately want to. We still lock our lips and our tongues tangle slowly, almost delicately, testing the waters. We take time to acquaint ourselves with each other. There’s no rush.
Heat rises into my belly and warms my heart at the tender yet all-consuming kisses. Then slowly, his hands move to grip my ass, and the heat floods down to my core and sets me aflame.
He pulls me tighter to him, sliding me up to his navel, then glides me down to his lap. Rubbing his hard cock against my center, he hisses into my mouth at the friction and his hands dig deeper into my fleshy ass.
My hands roam over his shoulders and neck, and I tangle my fingers in his hair.
His groans and moans are one melodious refrain. I love how I affect him.
Riggs lifts me to my feet as if he can’t take the intensity anymore. His chest bounces with rocking, shallow breaths.
I stare down at him, holding his head in my hands softly. There’s a tenderness between us. Like we’ve done this a million times before.
“You’re so beautiful.” The awe in his voice has my mind swirling and my body quaking. “I want you so badly, Nicklin.”
The honesty shakes me to my bones. There’s no question in his voice. It’s just pure need.
His lips attack mine again so fast I can’t reply. So I kiss him back hard. He stands and a franticness builds between us.
He pulls on my hair to move my neck back. I gasp out for breath, and his lips attack my neck and down my collarbone.
“Yes,” I moan. “That feels so good. I want you, too.”
