This One Moment (Pushing Limits, #1)(47)

They’d be wasting their time. There were no more secrets. But who knew what other people would say about him, all for their fifteen seconds of fame.

“I’m not going back yet,” he said, his tone the same stubborn one I remembered from years of being his best friend. “And even if I did return to L.A., nothing would change. Then the media would wonder what I was running from and would still dig deep.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck. All I wanted was for people to hear my music and not think about my past. I wanted to keep the two separate. And I didn’t want them questioning whether some part of my father was also part of me. I should have known better. You really can’t escape your past.”

I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He needed to forget what had happened this afternoon, and I needed to help him so he could go back to what was important to him—his music.

Without saying a word, I grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him out of the bedroom. He didn’t ask where I was taking him and he didn’t resist. His eyebrow did jerk up when I led him into the bathroom. A hint of a smirk touched his lips. I turned the shower on, needing to wash away the ugliness of what happened in the cemetery. Steam quickly filled the bathroom.

Next I pushed my hands under his T-shirt, appreciating the valleys and smooth muscle. I peered at him through hooded eyes, my heart beating an eager rhythm. “I want you,” I whispered. I didn’t just mean I wanted him now. I meant I wanted a forever with him. But if this was all I could get of him, then I’d make the most of it.

I slipped the button free on his jeans. My hand purposely brushed against his thickening length. He groaned.

Needing to see him without his T-shirt on, I pushed the hem up, exposing his tight abs. Being the wise man that he was, he got my not-so-subtle hint. A moment later, the T-shirt was making nice with the floor.

The corner of his mouth jerked up. “Am I the only one who’s getting naked here? Or are you planning to join me?”

A shy smile slipped onto my face. “You want me naked?” I asked, voice husky.

“Fuck, yeah. I want to see your beautiful tits.” He leaned in and said, voice low and with just the right amount of huskiness to make me melt inside, “And I want to see your beautiful *.” His warm breath teased my cheek.

It wasn’t as if I’d never heard a guy I’d had sex with say “tits” and “*,” but somehow hearing them from Nolan, and the way he said them, set every nerve in my body on fire. Moaning, I leaned back against the bathroom counter. My T-shirt joined Nolan’s a second later.

I slowly unhooked the back of my bra. Doing my best not to laugh, I performed a slow sensual dance, my hips swaying side to side, and peeled the plain white bra from my body. An exotic dancer I was not. My bra wasn’t the sexiest of bras either. But wearing my sexy underwear while working with young kids just seemed wrong.

Nolan didn’t care that my underwear wasn’t satin or lace. From the way his gaze consumed me, none of that was important.

The bathroom grew steamier, the mirror foggy. Moments later, the rest of our clothes joined the party on the floor, and I opened the shower door.

I stepped into the small space. Delicious hot water rained on my body. Nolan watched me, a hungry expression on his face.

I crooked my finger, indicating for him to join me.

He did exactly that, and his lips were instantly on mine. Our kiss deepened as I heated both inside and out.

My fingers brushed against the light growth on his jaw. Usually he went for the clean-shaven look, but he hadn’t bothered to shave this morning. It looked good on him, and it felt great against my skin.

I moaned at just how great it felt against my skin.

His lips left mine and moved along my jaw and down my neck. Unconsciously I let my head drop to the side, opening up the area for him to explore. I could never get enough of this from Nolan. All the guys in my past paled in comparison, and all the guys in my future would fail to compare too. I already knew that much. Sucked to be me.

My hands wanted to do their own exploring. They traveled his body, mapping out my favorite parts, memorizing them so I could remember this moment once he returned to L.A.

My fingers caressed his jutting length, and I bit back a giggle. Nolan and I might have changed a lot since he’d moved away, but he was still the same guy who used to be my best friend. Even though I felt slightly awkward intimately touching the guy I used to share my deepest secrets with, it also felt natural. Like this was the way it was meant to be.

Nolan made a low, guttural noise as my fingers teased the most sensitive parts of him. He was definitely relaxed now, his thoughts about this afternoon long since forgotten.

Wanting to give him something new to focus on, I knelt in front of him and slipped my lips over his tip. I wasn’t big on going down on a guy. I’d only done it once before with my ex, which might be why he’d cheated on me. He was big on being the recipient of blow jobs. The gifter? Not so much.

I took in as much of Nolan as I dared while my hand worked the rest of him. To his credit, Nolan didn’t force me to take in more. Using my tongue and my hand, I entertained myself, grinning at the erotic sounds coming from Nolan’s mouth. Those same sounds boosted my own aroused state. He didn’t need to touch me, and I was certain if he did at this point, I’d come in three seconds flat.

The fingers of my free hand reached for his nuts and gently squeezed them. “Oh, God,” Nolan moaned.