Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“I want to take a shower before we have sex. I don’t want to have a sleepless night of reconciliation when I look like lawyer Barbie.”
I smirked at her icon on my phone screen. Addie was finally asking for what she wanted—and I’d happily oblige to both showers and sleepless nights. “All right. Anything else?”
“I want you to put on the playlist. The one you made for me. Is that okay?”
I glanced over to where she was sitting in her car. Her face was illuminated by the phone, and she was biting the knuckle of her index finger, intently staring at the screen, waiting for my reply.
“I have a second playlist for you,” I said.
“You do? But I checked your profile. I didn’t see it.”
“It’s not under your name. I started it the day you let me feel you up on your sofa. It’s called SILTFAT.”
It only took her a second to puzzle out the acronym. “Songs I’d like to fuck Addie to,” she laughed, and looked up to meet my gaze across the driveway. “Okay. I’ll take that playlist. And Brooksy?”
“Yes?” I chuckled at the silly nickname.
“I just checked my weather app. It’s supposed to cool down tomorrow.
That means, no one will bat an eyelash if I wear long sleeves and a turtleneck.
” She grinned and cracked her car door open, phone now held up to her face.
“So once I’ve showered, you better touch me like you want to leave your mark on me. ”
I opened my own door, climbing out of the car, never taking my eyes off her as we met in the middle of her driveway. I was still holding the phone up to my ear when I said, “Done.”
“That’ll be all. Thank you,” she chirped and hung up.
I let my phone sink and watched her chest rise and fall in the narrow space between us. My voice came out in a low rasp. “I’m giving you ten minutes.”
“I only need five.” Addie grinned and took off. The door swung and banged into the wall, but she was already past it.
While the shower was running, I connected my phone to the speaker in her bedroom and smiled to myself because I remembered her little red mood light.
She didn’t even take the full five minutes before she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her skin glowing with all her freckles uncovered, and her hair, loose and wild, framing her soft body.
I sat at the foot of her bed and didn’t move. I just drank in the sight. She was so fucking beautiful.
“Brooks?” She hesitated, her toes digging into the rug between us.
“Addie?”
“I just want…”
“Tell me what you want, and you got it.”
She sighed. “To talk. Not right now. Right now, I really want to have sex with you. But afterward, I want us to talk about how we want to handle things going forward. I think we share a lot of the same instincts, and I trust you so much, but I think I need more. I need to hear it.”
“Okay. That sounds like a good idea.”
“Not a mood killer?”
“Are you kidding? No. Come here.” I reached my hands out. Addie took them and let me pull her to stand between my knees. I slid my hands from hers to her hips. My grip automatically tightened, needing to feel her body, her physicality, the press of her warmth against my palms.
“Asking me for what you want, or need, is the hottest thing in the world, Addie baby.” I looked her in the eyes, tried to really let her know how much she meant to me. “Tell me what you want.”
The corners of her mouth quirked up. The small smile grew, bit by bit, until she was grinning from ear to ear. “Kiss?”
“My pleasure.”
Addie leaned down, and I reached up, pulling her to me by the back of her neck.
I must have been a little too eager, because before our lips could touch, she lost footing and crashed forward.
With a squeal, Addie used the momentum to turn us.
She dropped onto the bed and then I was on top of her, and she was giggling, and god, she was so fucking gorgeous like this—happy.
“Impatient much?” she laughed breathlessly.
“You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“Show me.” She untucked the top of her towel, letting it fall open. My gaze dropped immediately.
I’d never get enough of the sight of her.
Smooth skin, freckles, and those damn curves.
My pulse spiked as I drank her in. I loved the way her tits changed shape when I had her under me, going from teardrops to two perfect globes that just begged for attention.
Like scoops of my favorite ice cream, with little rosy cherries on top that I couldn’t wait to nibble on.
“Show me,” Addie repeated and guided my hand to her chest.
I didn’t need her to tell me again.
I leaned in to kiss her, but I’d been starving to touch her. My hands turned hungry on her body, and Addie moaned, rendering my kiss futile. She arched into my touch. Fingers digging into her, I stilled and gave her only a moment to breathe before I finally leaned into the kiss she’d asked for.
Addie may not have been big on touching me, but she kissed me with the kind of fervor that left no doubts about how much she wanted me. It was tongues and teeth and hot breath, all harmonizing in a frenzied need for more.
“Clothes off,” she gasped and tugged on the collar of the button-down I’d worn to court.
“Who’s impatient now?”
“So?”
“It’s hot,” I said and earned myself the cutest little giggle in response.
Backing off the mattress to undress, I started unbuttoning my shirt, and Addie slid higher on the bed, losing the towel in the process.
She propped herself up on her elbows to watch me.
Her gaze followed my hands as I took my clothes off, her focus burning a hot path across my body inch by inch until I stood bare in front of her.
God, I was obsessed with how shamelessly she looked at my hard cock.
She licked her lips, and that just added to the hot pressure already building down my center.
“Are you trying to get away from me?” I asked and curled my index finger at her to come back to the foot of the bed.
“Nope, just wanted a better seat to watch.”
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to me.
Addie easily slid across the bed, until I had her hips on its edge and her legs around me.
She squealed, then laughed, a full-chested happy laugh.
Her knees shook around my hips, and usually I loved the feeling because of how she climaxed—but this, pure joy, might have just become my new favorite.
“I love you, Adriana,” I said and positioned myself at her entrance.
“I love you, too,” she whispered and closed her ankles behind my back to pull me into her.
The first stretch elicited a whimper from her, but even without foreplay, her pussy was so damn wet and soft.
So ready for me. It molded perfectly around my cock, and I groaned at the tight throbbing engulfing me.
“Fuck, Addie baby, you feel amazing.” The little praise sent a tremor through her, down to her very core. Which I felt way too clearly. Shit. “Condom.”
“I want to feel you. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“More,” she breathed. “Now.”
“So impatient,” I chuckled, and slid out just a little, just enough to catch some of her arousal on my thumb and rub it over her clit.
“God,” Addie whimpered. She grabbed fistfuls of bedding but kept her eyes trained on me. Still setting my skin on fire with her unwavering attention.
She watched me as I played with her, circled and flicked her where she was the most sensitive. Her breathing sped up, turned shallow. Her pussy clenched tighter. Her cheeks reddened. And through it all, she kept her eyes on me.
“Please. More.”
It wasn’t much, but it was unmistakable. It was reassurance and encouragement at the same time. She was giving me permission. She wanted this as much as I did.
Thumb still working her clit, I splayed my hand out on her lower belly and pushed down, hard. Addie gulped for air under the pressure. I gripped her thigh with my other hand to open her up wide for me, and I thrust into her. I was neither slow nor careful with how I fucked my sweet Addie baby.
And I praised her, telling her she was beautiful, telling her she was perfect for me, telling her that I loved the sounds she made for me. She quivered and whimpered every single time. Every word pushed her further toward release. My beautiful girl, who just needed someone to treasure her.
I pressed my palm so deep into her belly, I felt myself bulging inside of her. Addie moaned and called my name, ankles scrambling for a hold on my hips as I let her feel just how deep she was taking me.
She thundered through her first orgasm. Loud, waves of tremors rolling through her.
Her core clenched around me, and it took all I had not to snap my hips forward and explode.
Instead, I sheathed her body with mine, I kissed her trembling lips, and I palmed her swollen breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until Addie was writhing and gasping beneath me again.
The sounds of her orgasms were better than any song, any album, any concert. Her raspy voice turning frantic and pleading until she lost all words, as if the only way of expressing her pleasure was pure sound.
I followed her over the edge the second time. The heat blazing through me when her voice hitched multiple octaves. My thrusts came faster, less rhythmic. My strings snapped, and I pressed my forehead against hers as I came undone inside her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasped with my lips against hers.
Even that compliment sent another shiver through her.
“Hold me? Just for a bit?” she croaked, voice gone. Her heavy eyes searched my face, as if I’d start to decline her requests now.
“Of course,” I replied, and repositioned us higher on the bed. We were still a tangle of limbs and sweat but at least we had pillows. I tugged Addie’s soft form against me and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll hold you forever if you want, Addie love.”
For the rest of the night, we talked and made out like teenagers.
We agreed that she’d move in with me and Skye once the house was finished, and I kissed every inch of her face.
Addie told me about the demo she was supposed to record today and the songs she’d been writing while I concentrated on her chest to leave half a dozen hickeys.
I asked her to come to Thanksgiving with my parents and the Greens and barely let her break out of our kiss long enough to say yes.
She asked if we could get a dog even if she were to go on tour again at some point, and I told her that I’d happily look after any pet while she conquered the world.
The sky outside started graying with the promise of sunrise by the time we went to sleep.
Addie slid over me, splaying herself across my chest, and drifted off with her face in the crook of my neck.
For someone who claimed that I was the corny one, she loved her sleepy cuddles.
I held her. Her weight, her warmth, her scent, and the rhythm of her breathing, all creating the perfect lullaby.