Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

When she cries out in frustration, lifting her head, her eyes meet mine. “I can’t. This is too slow.”

“Too slow?”

“Too fucking slow,” she insists before smacking my hands away, my cock going deep inside of her from her ass landing on my lap. Before I can enjoy it, though, she’s up and out of my lap, leaning on the piano, her ass up in the air.

Again, one of the greatest sights I’ve ever seen.

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Fast.”

“Fast?”

“And hard.”

I take hold of her hip in one hand and push my cock into her. “Oh, believe me, it’s going to take some restraint not to go as hard as I want.”

She looks up at me through those long, sexy lashes. “Fuck restraint.”

I think I just came.

I take her by the knee and lift it up into her ribs as I move into her. She’s moaning my name in a way that has my knees shaking as I start to slam into her. There is something about the sound of her ass against my thighs that gets me so hard. Or maybe it’s the throaty way she screams my name as she shatters. Her head falls forward onto her arms, and I’m thrusting so hard into her, I can’t breathe. Her body squeezes mine as my fingers bite into her skin. When I come, I feel it everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

My fingers, my toes, my knees, but most of all my heart. It’s fucking exploding in my chest. She lets her head fall back as mine presses into her shoulder, our breathing audible and uneven. I jerk into her as the last shocks of my orgasm run through me. Soon, we still, our breathing still a bit out of sorts, but I can finally breathe and see again. I move my hands up to her waist, her chest, before cupping her throat and then her jaw. I turn her face so that I can take those lips with mine. I don’t want to stop. I’m completely captivated by her.

When she breaks away so she can breathe, I sit back on the bench, pulling out of her. I drag her down into my lap, and she looks up at me with a naughty grin on that sweet, flushed face of hers.

“What?”

Her lips purse as her face fills with more color. “I don’t know what I liked more. Your singing or having sex with you.”

I chuckle loudly. “So, what are you saying? If I sing, you’ll want to have sex with me? This could be a dangerous game. I’ll start singing in the middle of a gas station.”

She gives me a look, her face scrunching up as she snorts. “Hell, all ya gotta do is look at me and I’ll want sex with you.” Something moves in my chest as I gaze down at her. I search her blue depths, taking in her beauty. Her brows come together. “What are you doing?”

“You said all I gotta do is look at you, and you’d want sex!”

Her face goes from confusion to hilarity in seconds. She curls up in my lap, laughing so hard that she’s shaking, and just like that, everything stops.

Because I know I’m in over my head with this girl.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Shelli

“I’m glad you’re not playing tomorrow, because you’re gonna be useless. You know this, right?”

Aiden shrugs as he nuzzles his face between my breasts, caressing my back with his palms. “Eh, I’ll sleep on the way there. Toronto is a long trip.”

“True, but I’m worried it will throw off your groove.”

He shakes his head as he kisses my breastbone. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”

I thread my fingers through his hair, moving it out of his face as I gaze down at him. While it’s almost four in the morning, I, for one, am not the least bit tired. I can’t believe how this night has gone. I thought when I got here that we’d get into it, and then that would be that. While I wanted to assume he had fought Nico because of me, I kinda thought it was because of his pride. After the way he looked at me, though, and touched me, I feel it was more. I feel he really wants to be with me, and Nico was in his way. That alone has a grin on my face.

But then tonight happened. We’ve talked. We’ve laughed. We’ve kissed, broken plates, and made love. I mean, we go at it and it’s hot, but the way he looks at me, the way he cups my face, it just feels like more. It feels special. I don’t want to be “romanticizing” anything, but it feels different to me. He feels different. I know it’s all freaking him out, but he looks pretty satisfied right now.

Aiden tips his face up, his mouth against my boob as he says, “You’ve gone mute. What’s wrong?”