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When he’d recovered, he pushed himself up a bit. “You’re so fucking beautiful…” There was awe in his voice, and in his eyes as he gazed down atme.
“You’re… uh…” I tried to get the words out, but there was very little blood in my brain. “Tuned intome.”
A smile twitched across his fulllips.
“I mean…shit, that was terrible sex talk. I just meant… you’re so intense on my, uh, reactive spots. I kinda lose control. I’ve never had that happenbefore.”
“Had whathappen?”
“I don’t know… Losing track of myself like that? Usually, I’m in control of my own orgasm. Don’t laugh.” He was grinning at me, and I poked him in the chest. “I mean, usually it’s up tomewhen I come. I can make it happen when I want to, or slow it down. But with you… I don’t know. I’m coming, and I don’t even know how I got there. I don’t have control of it. The sounds I make or what my body does… You just drive my body there before my mind can catchup.”
His smile faltered a bit. “Is thatbad?”
“No.” Did it sound bad, the way I described it? I wasn’t sure… I could hardly remember what I’d said. My mind wasn’t exactly razor-sharp at the moment. “It’s just… intense.Different.”
It wasdifferent.
It was also something I could get incredibly usedto.
I didn’t say that, though. Instead, I said, “I’ve just never had a man take control of my body likethat.”
He considered that as he pulled up his jeans. “You don’t likeit?”
“I think I do,” I admitted. It was a massiveunderstatement.
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed me, all hot and steamy and spent. “’Cause making you come is kind of a passion ofmine.”
Heat swept through me at his words. Yeah… I could totally get used tothat.
“Oh, shit… I almost forgot,” I said, as I struggled back into my panties, wobbly and weak. “My dad called thismorning.”
Seth looked at me; he’d been doing up his jeans, with some difficulty, over his semi-harddick.
“We’re having a late dinner with my family tomorrow night, after auditions. I mean, unless you have otherplans.”
He’d gone completely still, and his mouth fell open a bit. But no words cameout.
“They want to meet you. You know, again.” I grinned, as his eyes widened in a look of sheer terror. “Don’t worry,” I told him, sliding on my bra. “They’refans.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elle
Theywerefans.All of them. My mom, my dad, and even my crazy littlesister.
By the time we’d finished dinner, they were even biggerfans.
And it felt good, being out somewhere with Seth, even if it was just in my parents’ dining room. Like for once we didn’t have to hide away from theworld.
I’d told them simply that I was bringing a friend to dinner, and since any friend of mine was ever-welcome at their table, there were no questions asked. Of course, they knew who Seth was. They’d met him years ago, many times. But if they were surprised to see him when we arrived, they didn’t show it. He was welcomed just as if he came to dinner on a weeklybasis.
While we ate, my parents peppered him, innocently enough, with friendly questions, just like they would any dinner guest. Actually, it helped that someone else was driving the conversation, keeping Seth talking, so I could just listen and soak himup.
He was pretty fucking dreamy, with his pouty lips and his smoky, thoughtful eyes and his soft-but-rough, manly singer’s voice. His strong, capable guitarist’s hands and his tanned, oliveskin.
Especially when he tolerated my little sister’s one billion questions over dessert with grace and charm. At least she’d waited out the appetizers and main course, letting the rest of us get some conversation in before she unleashed, but I knew it was hard for her to hold her tongue. Angie was twenty-three, but to hear her talk you’d think she wasthirteen.
In fact, by the time Mom served up her famous peach cobbler, it was pretty clear to me what was going on: my sister was a littlestarstruck.
