Joel is beaming with pride. "Play it one more time."
"I'm tired." I try to keep my voice even, but it's distinctly whiny. "And hot." I toss my cardigan on the floor.
Joel's gaze goes straight to my chest. "You're more than welcome to do this shirtless."
"That sounds like a reward for you."
"Only while you play. After…" He barely manages to bring his eyes back to mine. "We'll both like what happens after."
"One more time," I say.
He nods.
"Okay." I tap the drumsticks together. I feel silly counting down, but when I manage to turn off the part of my brain that cares what everyone else thinks, I enjoy it. "Three, two, one."
I go.
I play the entire song. And I only mess up a dozen times.
When I'm done, Joel knees in front of me. He pulls me onto the floor with him.
His lips find mine. His kiss is full of affection. Tenderness. It's hungry too, but it's more I adore you than I need to fuck you, immediately.
God, he tastes good.
And the way he's been smiling at me all afternoon…
Feelings whirl around my stomach.
The possibility of failing at playing drums is nothing compared to the possibility of this ending just as I'm falling in love with him.
I'm not there yet.
But I'm pretty sure I'll get there if this keeps up.
God, he's a good kisser.
His hand slides under my dress. He presses his palm against me, over my panties. Desire pushes concerns from my mind.
It pushes thoughts from my mind, period.
I'm losing interest in everything except Joel's hands on my body.
His lips on my lips.
His cock inside me.
Yes.
We need to do this.
Now.
I'm about to tear his clothes off when there's a knock on the door.
Then the bell rings. It's three rings in a pattern. I can't quite place the pattern but it seems intentional.
Joel pushes himself up with a heavy sigh. "Fuck."