As Livia parked her in the lobby, Bea offered a suggestion with her gentle hug. “You might want to go back and close those church doors. Fumigating is best done in private.
Debra AnastasiaShe held her breath as it stopped ringing and connected.
“Hello, beautiful Livia,” Blake answered.
“How did you know it was me?” Livia saw her wide smile in the rear view mirror.
“The phone looked sexier when it rang.”
She could hear a matching smile in his voice and sighed. Livia hugged herself with her free arm. Just the sound of him made her skin beg to be touched.
No one will hear this one, so you should be able to get out of here. I’m so sorry. I caused you the most unimaginable pain. It would be my honor to die at your hand, if it gives you even a moment’s peace.
Debra AnastasiaThe colors are amazing. This yarn in the passenger seat has perfect browns. It reminds me of your hair.”
Livia touched her tresses, wishing they were tangled in his hands.
I think I need to get home and talk to my dad. He’ll be worried if he doesn’t see us. Would you like to meet him?”
“I’d be honored,” Blake said with a nod.
COLE HELD KYLE AS gently as he could manage. He wanted to pull her inside of him. Kneeling with her in the church had saved him. He realized now that she was his angel. There would be no denying her again.
Debra AnastasiaEve. That torpedo mind-fuck sex was outrageous and fantastically titillating. Titi-fuck-illating. But there was something else as well. Emotional, a small voice in Beckett’s head suggested. Connected. Well, shit. That seemed just about right. Definitely something new.
Debra AnastasiaListening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius—she knew it.
“Blake.” She didn’t have to say more.
He locked his emerald eyes on hers, and she could not look away. Not for anything. He let his happy song trickle into a more intimate one.
Blake’s fingers moved as he held her gaze. “I wrote this one while we danced the other night,” he said softly.
The music washed over her. It changed her. Refreshed her. Made her more than she was. Blake stood and twisted the keyboard around, still playing with one hand. He motioned for her with the other. She nearly ran. He scooped her up with one arm and set her on the table next to the keyboard.
This is what nibbling your ear sounds like.” Blake created a soundtrack for his teeth.
“This is what looking into your eyes sounds like.” The notes were deep and beckoning.
“This is what my mind hears when my tongue is in your mouth.” The kiss sounded steamy and delicate. The rhythm was her heartbeat as he sampled her mouth.
“But when you smile. When you smile it’s…”
Blake scooted the keyboard around behind her. He needed both hands.
She put her hands on his face and smiled in amazement as the music exploded. She couldn’t imagine how her simple facial gesture could inspire such a majestic sound.
He smiled back. “One thousand nine hundred and ten.”
“So many? Really?”
“Yes, really. And it’s not nearly enough. I want to lose count, Livia. Make me lose count.” His hands left the beautiful music and grabbed handfuls of her hair.
He tried not to topple the tray as he hurried down the hallway to his small room. Kyle was all his for a few more hours. He let the happiness come from his feet to the top of his head.
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