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“Please,” I moan, my back arching and my hips jutting forward. “I want this. I want you, Langston,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth as he moves my panties to the side. “I can feel how wet you are, Songstress. Fucking dripping for me.”
I nod. Or maybe I just make a keening sound in the back of my throat. Either way, before I can take a breath, he plunges two fingers inside of me while his thumb teases my clit. My entire body jolts at how good it feels.
I ride his hand as he fingers me, my body begging for more as his mouth explores every bit of exposed skin he can reach. With every twist of his wrist, every slide of his fingers, every nip of his teeth, I’m closer to the edge.
“Langston,” his name on my lips is a drawn-out plea and a solemn promise.
“I’ve got you. Cover my fingers in your juices,” he demands.
Stars dance in my eyes and music swells in my head—a sweet song built on a harmony that I feel in my soul—as I come for him. As my body shakes, the pleasure reverberates through me until I can’t take anymore, and I slump against his chest.
I should be freaking out, but I don’t have the energy.
True to his word, Langston carries me through the mansion and into his room where he gets me snuggled under the covers before he presses his front to my back, and I fall asleep surrounded by his warmth.
CHAPTER 7
LANGSTON
Stealing glances at Cove and watching her blush has become my new favorite thing. To her credit, she’s been trying to keep it professional between us when we’re in the studio. I understand why, but my cock is begging for some relief and every time I look over at her, I want her more.
It’s been difficult not to touch her again after feeling her pussy squeeze my fingers last night as I made her come all over them.
Fuck, that was hot. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her falling apart for me.
As I shift in my seat, she glances at me out of the corner of her eye, but she won’t really look at me fully. “Songstress,” I taunt, “why won’t you look at me?”
She makes a humming sound as she cuts her eyes in my direction again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insists.
“Liar,” I coo as I lean toward her slightly.
The way she huffs and bites her bottom lip makes me want to strip all of her clothes off before pulling her underneath me. I want to make her writhe for me. I know her body will beg me to bury my length inside of her without words.
“Whatever,” she mumbles and stares down at the notebook in her lap.
I reach over and pull it away from her and place it on the table before I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap. Her back is stiff, and she sits as straight as she can. I want her to melt into me.
I run my nose up and down her neck, breathing her in. It calms something in me.
“This is where you belong, Songstress,” I murmur against her skin. As I start to plant kisses on her neck, she shivers in my lap, but she doesn’t relax. “What’s wrong?”
When she started to play with her fingers, I know she’s nervous about something. I need to know what it is.
“Talk to me,” I coax her.
“Um,” she stalls, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Come on, Cove,” I try and soften her to get her to share with me. “Something is on your mind. You can tell me.” I swallow hard, worry seeping into me. “Do you regret what happened last night?”
“No?”
The way it sounds more like a question than an answer sets me on edge. My body stiffens, fear gripping me hard. She must notice because she looks at me, her blue eyes big and round as she takes in my expression.
When she cups my jaw with her hand, her delicate fingers running over the scruff of my beard, I relax a little in her hold. I can’t help myself when I lean into her touch.
I never really liked it when random women tried to get too close and touch me too much. It felt like I was being pawed at and used, but when Cove touches me, it doesn’t feel that way at all.
