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“This thing between us freaks me out a little bit,” she admits softly. I sit quietly and wait, hoping she just needs a moment to collect herself. “You’re used to,” she pauses and takes a deep breath before her words rush out of her, “a certain type of woman and I very much doubt I fit that mold.”
I scrunch up my face, not understanding at all where this is coming from. She fidgets in my lap and it’s almost too much for me to bear because her luscious ass is rubbing against my aching cock.
“Songstress,” I murmur softly, “you’re the woman I want. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I’m into, but when I saw you, I wanted everything about you instantly.” I run a hand down her side and over the curve of her hip. “I want all of you. You’re so damn sexy.”
I lean in and nip at where her shoulder and neck meet. Feeling her shudder while sitting on my lap has me almost losing control.
“I just need you to give me a chance, a real chance,” I urge her.
Her blue eyes come up and meet mine. The way she’s looking at me makes me want to shy away from her, afraid for a moment that she’ll see too deep inside of me, but I know I can’t cave.
When I can’t take it anymore, I lean toward her and kiss her softly. The moment our lips touch, I’m a fucking goner. I plunder her mouth, tasting her until I can barely breathe, let alone think anymore.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggest.
The way Cove screws up her face tells me everything I need to know about what she thinks of my suggestion. She starts to shake her head slowly, but I can see the way her eyes light up at the idea.
“We can’t. We need to keep working on this song,” she tries to sound stern as she makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.
I give her a squeeze. “We’ve been working on this song and the other ones we’ve finished up.”
She lets out a groan and buries her face in her hands, “But this one has been harder.”
“Maybe that’s because you, we, need a break,” I suggest.
Before she can protest further, I lift her up and then stand along with her, entwine our fingers, and pull her out of the studio. She tries to put up a fight, but it’s half-hearted at best. After slipping on some shoes, we step out of the mountain mansion and take a deep breath together.
I can feel my woman instantly relax and I’m right there with her. Try as I might, I can’t even begin to hide the smug grin. When she glances over at me and notices, she lets out a soft snort.
“Don’t even start,” she grumbles, but there’s a smile in her voice that makes me feel like I’m floating in the clouds dotting the blue sky above us.
I feign innocence, “Start about what?”
She just shakes her head as I lead her along the edge of the clearing around the house. It’s peaceful out here, and the view is breathtaking. I never spent a lot of time in the mountains and always thought I was more of a beach person. Now, I’m not so sure.
The longer we walk, the more tension leaks from both of us. Being out here, with my woman, feels right. There’s something reverent in the air around us and I’m not too dumb or blind enough to ignore it.
“It’s beautiful out here,” Cove muses and I nod with her words.
I hum in agreement, not wanting to break the peace between us or give her a reason to push me away. The need to feel closer to her, to claim my woman properly, is almost impossible to ignore. I thought we made progress last night, but then she was acting all professional today.
I might understand, but that doesn’t mean I particularly liked it.
Maybe I need to look into buying a little bit of property out here so, no matter what happens next, we’ll have somewhere to go to get away. I know now, without a doubt, that Cove is meant to be mine and I won’t be letting her go.
It’s only when Cove’s steps start to slow that I gently turn us around and head back. Her eyes are so damn bright as she takes in everything around us, and she doesn’t realize where we’re going until we’re at the foot of the porch.
“Oh,” she pouts, “is our walk done?”
I flash my woman a smile and pull her against my body before she can stop me. When I bury my face in the crook of her neck, the last of the tension in my shoulders falls away.
Home. This woman feels like home.
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I’m not going to question it and I’m not going to fight it. Not anymore.
I can’t.
I murmur against the sensitive skin of her neck, “Are you hungry?”
