All Stars Fall (Seaside Pictures #3.5)(39)

“Because I’m about ready to seduce you for saying those words, for writing a song—you do realize how sexy that is, right?”

He shifted his gaze to me. “Yeah, I’m actually just writing my name over and over again. Took you long enough.”

I tossed a pillow at him.

He caught it and then caught me by the wrists and pinned me against the mattress. “I’m kidding, I really am writing about you. People like songs that have passion, and I’m feeling very passionate—about you.”

“Keep saying things like that and you won’t get rid of me.” I used a teasing tone, but part of me didn’t want to tease.

He drew out a long kiss against my lips and whispered into the night, “Good.”

I fell asleep against him, the heat of his body almost as addicting as his kiss.

I woke up with him wrapped around me.

With a smile on my face.

And contentment in my heart.

Being with him had been different, a good different. It felt like we fit and for the first time in years it was like the universe was putting me back on the right path, with him. Maybe I left Cunningham Falls for him, for this.

I knew I had to get up early to work, but I really, really wanted to stay in bed with him with the fireplace on.

Grumbling, I got out of his massive bed and started putting my clothes back on from the night before. At least the walk of shame was only a few doors down.

I smiled to myself and quickly ran to my room to get ready.

An hour later, the house was still dark. I tiptoed back to the master and found him sitting up writing again.

“Same song?”

“Yeah.” He looked up and smiled. “You headed to work?”

“Somebody has to make coffee in the shit hole.” I crossed my arms and gave him a little taunting look.

He groaned. “I’m sorry, it just came out. I think I was exhausted and—sorry, there’s no excuse. It’s a really small coffee shop—that happens to have the best coffee in Seaside. Forgive me?”

“You may need to earn more forgiveness.” I raised my eyebrows then shot him a suggestive smile. “Hard labor. I’m owed more nakedness, don’t you think?”

“As much as you want.” He set his papers aside, stood, and slowly sauntered toward me. I knew he didn’t do it on purpose. He oozed sexuality, and now that we’d been together, it was impacting me so severely that my thighs were trembling and my body was already buzzing with awareness of what it felt like to have him inside me, to hold him tight and cling to him like he was my universe. “You know…” He tilted my chin toward him. “I’m this close to asking how much they pay you so I can double it and keep you in bed.”

“Ah, but the world needs me.” I laughed. “Oh, and that’s prostitution, Trevor, so maybe let’s not get arrested today, okay?”

He laughed. “Fine. I’ll see you at one?”

“Want me to grab Subway for the kids or something?”

“Sure, they’d love that.” He reached for his wallet on the nightstand.

“Got my own money. I mean not millions like you but I can handle Subway.” I chuckled and pointed at his notebook on the bed. “Your payment is getting that song done so I can hear it.”

“Deal.” He pressed a kiss to my mouth and then deepened it. God, his tongue was like velvet, how was that even possible?

I moaned into his mouth.

We broke apart, both of us out of breath.

“Going,” I rasped. “Before I put my mouth—”

He kissed me again, interlocking his fingers with mine, pressing me against the bedpost. “How much time do we have?”

“Trev—” Oh, holy wow, okay, he had his hands in my leggings, already rolling them down my hips. “Maybe eight minutes.”

“Mmm…” He flipped me around so I faced the bed post and thrust into me with one smooth movement that had me gasping for air. “The only way to start the morning.”

“Except Folgers,” I joked, and then nearly collapsed against him as I felt my release, quick and forceful.

“We should start every morning like this,” he whispered against the crook of my neck.

“Deal.” I drew a few deep breaths until I felt steadier.

And was still catching my breath by the time I made it to the coffee shop. Dani stopped by to grab coffees for the guys since they were headed into the studio later.

Just when I was about to leave my shift, a really pretty woman walked in.

She had jet black hair, perfectly pouted lips, and a tan that I knew had to be real, it was so golden.

“Wow.” She scrunched up her nose and looked around the place. The woman looked like a Brazilian supermodel with nothing but good genes running through her body. “How cute.”

“Um…thanks?” I smiled even though something felt off about her. “Is there something I can get for you?”

“Oh, sorry.” She looked anything but. “I’m looking for a Penelope or Penny?”

I frowned. “That’s me.”

She stared, and stared harder. “You’re kidding.”

“Afraid not, what can I do for you?”

Her smile grew to epic proportions. “Oh, honey.”