Don't Tell (Don't 1)

I let myself smile. “Really? You liked it?”

“I don’t know shit about the music business, but you have to record it.”

“I can’t.” I shook my head.

“Why not?” His brows pinched together. I’d seen that irritated look on his face before.

“I have a contract. My label didn’t sign up for an indie sound. They want the country sweetheart bit. The next twenty-four songs are already chosen and paid for. But you think it’s that good?”

“I think your voice and that song are fucking perfect.”

I had platinum albums. Chart topping hits. A Grammy. But nothing felt as good as this compliment from Luke.

“I’m going to figure out how to record it,” I decided aloud. “Thank you.”

“Can I hear it again?”

I realized the night was winding down. In the morning I’d have to sneak a ride to the airport. I’d have to leave Luke. And I didn’t know when we would see each other again. How was this ever going to work? His schedule? My schedule? The seconds ticked by. I wanted to dig into every moment we had left until I took off in the air. Hold on to time as if it were something I could lock in a box and control.

I didn’t want any of it to end. What if the miles were enough to loosen what tied us together?

He stole my breath. He captured my spirit. He owned my body.

“Yes.” I nodded. And I played it for him three more times.

I lowered the guitar next to my knee.

“Alexa,” Luke breathed.

We both leaned closer. The air between was charged with something magical. Something sensual. My lips tingled waiting to be taken by his hungry mouth. My nipples hardened under the soft fabric of his Warriors’ T-shirt.

He looked at me with a ravenous gaze. Shit. This was going to be amazing. His hand drifted to my knee and brushed over my s

tomach, before taking my breast in his rough grasp.

“Ohh,” I moaned. He flicked over my nipple and grinned like the devil he was.

“That song turned me on.”

“It did?” I choked another groan.

He had pushed the shirt over my breasts so they faced him, naked and perked for his hot mouth.

“Fuck, it did. Your voice. Your lips.” He ran his tongue over the sensitive buds.

I didn’t know how two people could keep having sex like this, but we could. I started to believe Luke and I were meant for each other. It sounded insane, but we couldn’t get enough. Our bodies craved to be bonded and fused together. And if they weren’t they ached and cried for the other.

We were only satisfied when he sank inside me, filling me, fucking me, making me his one and only.

I felt the wet rush against my thigh. He could fuck me now without any foreplay and I’d soak his cock the way he liked it. Luke made me feel as if everything my body did for him was natural. What I had once thought was too forward or shameful, wasn’t dirty. It was right for us. It was beautiful and expressive.

His eyes lit. He knew it. “Fuck, you’re meant for me.”

I nodded, taking his mouth with a vicious kiss. My tongue threaded over his, sucking and biting. He yanked the T-shirt from my head, palming my nipples eagerly.

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he growled.

“God, yes. Every one of them,” I agreed.