Page 41 of The Love Penalty
“How long’s it been since you played?” I move to stand behind her.
“A few years. We have a piano at home, but my younger brother always hogs it. He’s going to be a concert pianist, apparently.”
I snicker. “You think he’s good enough?”
She turns to look at me and winces. “No. But no one can tell him that.”
With a soft laugh, I move in beside her, perching on the edge of the stool, then start up the bass line for “Heart and Soul.”
She grins at me, then kicks in with the melody, and we play a few rounds before she launches into “Für Elise,” and I quickly join in with the bottom hand. We find our rhythm easily enough and don’t fuck up the song too badly. We muddle our way to the end, both laughing by the time we’re done, and then I try to find the chords to play the opening for Beethoven’s Fifth, because I know she likes it.
I screw it up and she laughs, correcting me.
Our hands brush, and there goes that electrical charge again.
It fires right up my arm, and maybe it has an effect on her, too, because she goes still and looks right at me. She’s searching my face, and I think I’m reading her right. There’s a look of heated desire in her eyes that I can feel pulsing through my body as well.
Unable to help myself, I lean in, giving her a chance to respond.
And she does.
She fucking does.
I can hear the angels singing as she shifts on the seat, her boob squishing into my arm just before her lips touch mine. I let out a soft moan of approval before swiveling for a better angle. My elbow hits the piano keys and a disjointed chord fills the air, making us both snicker, but we can’t part our lips for long enough to let the laughter last.
Her fingers curl around my neck, pulling me close as she angles her head to deepen the kiss. Our tongues lash together, my hands curving around her waist so I can pull her tight against me.
She comes willingly, and I take advantage while I can. Who knows how long it’ll take her to pull back this time.
The thought makes a knot form in my stomach.
I try to ignore it, letting my hands wander up her back, then taking a risk and brushing my fingers up her side. I curve one of those luscious boobs and give it a gentle squeeze, testing the waters.
She doesn’t jerk back with a gasp.
She doesn’t gape at me, then slap me across the face.
Instead, she groans like she wants more, so I brush my thumb over her nipple and get another sizzling response.
Fuck yeah!
My elbow hits the keys again, a jarring sound coming out of the piano that doesn’t make either of us laugh this time.
“Should we move to the…?” I can’t even finish my sentence, too caught up in kissing her to bother.
“Yeah,” she pants into my mouth, and we stumble off the stool.
As soon as we stand, she starts kissing a trail down my neck, her hands roaming my naked torso as she licks and nibbles her way to my pecs. She sucks my nipple, then draws a circle around it with the tip of her tongue. Fuck, that feels good. My hands scramble for a feel of her skin, my fingers wriggling beneath her shirt.
She pulls back and I tense for a second, but then she raises her arms, silently telling me to pull her shirt off.
Not a problem.
I whip the fabric off, throwing it over my shoulder and smiling down at that beautiful body. Her boobs are tucked away in a sexy, lacy bra that has my mouth watering.
Reaching for her tits, I cup them both, one per hand, rubbing my thumb over the lace and watching her nipples protrude in response.
“Hello, ladies,” I murmur with a grin before diving for that valley and licking a path between them.