Page 93 of Fame & Rhythm

I grab my notebook and pencil, smiling to myself as I head out.

Mum’s in the kitchen when I pass through, the smell of lunch filling the house. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. How’s it going?”

“Good. Dad’s giving us some solid pointers,” I say, sliding the door open.

“Where are you off to?”

“Break time. Thought I’d work on a song under the tree.”

She smiles. “Have fun, my little creative genius.”

I laugh. “Hardly. But thanks. Lunch smells amazing.”

“Be back in time,” she calls. “You know your father likes everything on schedule.”

“Got it.”

I slide the door shut behind me and start the walk, and with every step, the anticipation builds. There’s a very good chance Aston will follow.

And if he does…

Well… let’s just say my focus probably won’t be on the song.

By the time I reach the tree, I drop into my usual spot, leaning back against the trunk. Then I open my notebook, just in case he doesn’t make it, and start working. The notes come easily, flowing through my mind like music I can almost hear. I get lost in it, the rhythm, the melody forming in perfect harmony. Then, that familiar prickle runs over my skin and I smile before I even look up.

“Looks like you’re in the zone,” Aston says.

The music in my head fades as I lift my gaze. He’s walking toward me, and just seeing him sends a warm rush through me.

“I was,” I reply, smirking slightly. “But there’s a completely different zone I’d rather be in right now.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and drops down beside me.

“Oh, really, and what would that involve?” he asks with an air of playfulness.

“Well, maybe something involving the tongue.”

“What something like this?”

My heart rate spikes as he leans in and softly licks from my neck to the back of my ear, and then he bites on my lobe. I close my eyes, taking in the feelings engulfing me.

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, unable to talk.

“Or maybe this?” he asks, taking my head in his hands and kissing me softly.

I open my mouth and let his tongue in, and he caresses mine so softly it sends a tingle up and down my spine. Turning my body to meet his, he pulls my leg out from under me and then moves me on top of his lap, so I’m straddling him. Aston leans his back against the tree trunk, and I lean my chest against his, getting as close as I can as we kiss slowly and passionately under our favorite tree.

His hand is caressing the back of my head while the other travels down my back and then up underneath my shirt, then his soft, warm hands caress my naked back. His hand hovers over my bra strap—he must be thinking about it, but he doesn’t undo it.

My stomach is fluttering, and the feeling of kissing him is making me so excited that all of my body is pulsing with pleasure. I need to be closer to him. I want to move my hips, so I start to grind on top of his lap, and he groans and tightens his hand in my hair. The contact is making me pant through our kissing, which is getting hot and heavy. I notice his boner pressing up between my legs, and it makes me even more determined to make him feel good.

I grind on him harder, which causes the area between the top of my legs to ache so much that I feel like I want to explode. He groans into my mouth and moves his hands to my hips to stop my movements.

I’m worried that maybe he doesn’t like what I was doing, so I stop kissing and look at him.

He is smiling happily as I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Was I doing it wrong?” I ask, and he chuckles, then brings his hand up to caress my cheek.