Page 132 of The Darkest Note

She’s sexy as hell, but I realize her perch on the keys isn’t the best for what I need to do. Determined, I grab her thighs. Her squeal of surprise makes my heart trip.

Lifting her higher, I set her on the desk of the piano.

“Better?” I growl.

She swings around so her legs are dangling off the side. “Maybe.”

Heat sweeps over my entire body. Wrapping my fingers around one ankle, I tug decisively until she’s at the edge of the piano and step between her legs.

“You’re a hard girl to please,” I mumble.

Her eyes are dark. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

My pulse hammers in my chest when she curls her leg against my body to pin me in place.

I crash into her again. Then, ripping my lips away from her mouth, I press kisses down her neck while my hands work to free her from her blouse.

Her fingers skate against my scalp and over my back. A burning sensation skitters everywhere she touches.

Throwing aside her shirt, I chase the trail of goosebumps prickling down her shoulder. Her skin is softer than a lily. I need this so much I’m almost going blind.

Mine.

Mine.

She has to understand that after tonight.

Her fingers grip and tug at my hair as I remove her bra. The taste of her is familiar. So are the sounds she makes.

Her little pants make my tongue move faster and I focus on the moment. It’s just her in my head. No one else. She can’t be compared to Cadence. I won’t allow it.

When I feel her slender hands tugging on my T-shirt hem, I release her just long enough to tear my T-shirt off. Her eyes widen, but I don’t give her time to admire my tattoos. She’ll trace each of them, know them all by heart, by the time I’m done with her.

When we kiss again, breaths damn-near erratic, I guide her hand to feel me. Electricity skitters everywhere her hands touch. I guide her over my pecs. My abs. Lower. Lower.

She rips a groan from me and then she smiles like she just found a new toy.

I growl out a warning, “Careful now.”

Her eyes are flashing with lust. One side of her lips curls up in a sexy little smirk. I hiss when she cups my face in one hand and presses her full, red lips against my pulse, as if she’s a vampire trying to suck the life out of me. It drives me freaking insane.

My mouth collides with hers and I tip her backward until the upper half of her body is flat on the piano desk. Her eyes fall shut when I unclip the button of her pants.

My desperation makes my hands tremble.

I’ve never felt like this before. I’d give it all to her.

Everything.

Let her sink into all the places where only music was allowed.

The zipper is loud when I drag it down. The sound makes her bite down on her bottom lip.

“You okay?” I ask, noticing.

“Yeah.” Her voice trembles.

I bend over her so my upper body is flattening her on top of the piano and my hip is pinning in her place. The feel of her naked chest pricking into mine makes my head spin.